Bones (Bonetti Brothers #1)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

BONES

She places her face in my neck, her breath soft against my skin, as I finish inside her with a grunt. Pulling out of her, I tuck myself back into my pants, and lift her into my arms to carry her to the bedroom.

My father told me to find a woman to marry that I wouldn’t get tired of fucking. My Butterfly is that woman. I will never get bored with being inside her. Whether she’s laughing, crying, or screaming, every second is pure bliss. Athena yawns against my chest and even that is beautiful.

I unsnap the bra that’s nearly around her waist and toss it to the floor, right before placing her on the bed. She watches me with sleepy eyes, as I remove my pants and then climb in beside her. Wrapping my arms around her, she snuggles against my chest and says, “Bones?”

I kiss her on the forehead and she asks, “What’s going to happen when you have to leave? If you’re not going to put me in the cage, what will you do?”

This isn’t something I’ve thought a great deal about, or I’d have an answer prepared.

“I’m not going to lie to you, Butterfly. You tried to run tonight, and that’s not a risk I can take. Letting you have the run of the house while I’m gone isn’t an option.”

She pulls her head back and gazes at me, clearly waiting for my response, so I give her my thoughts.

“I’ll have to chain you. I know you don’t like the cage, although I don’t understand why it upsets you like it does, but you’ll need to be secured. You’re too much of a flight risk.”

The tears fall, and I decide I should just tell her everything, rip off the band-aid so to speak .

“I need to go to Vegas for a few days. You’ll be chained, and I’ll have a guard give you meals.”

Athena tries to pull free from me but I don’t allow it, she pounds on my chest and screams, “How can you do this to your wife?”

Deep down, I know she’s right. I shouldn’t fucking love seeing her this way, completely falling apart, but I do. There is no part of me that doesn’t realize it’s not normal to chain your wife up when you need to go on a business trip, yet she has given me no alternative. I can’t trust her for an hour, let alone three days.

“I hate you,” she cries.

Kissing her wet cheek, I say, “I know, Butterfly. I know. Now go to sleep.”

Tightening my hold on her, she sobs into my chest, my beautiful broken wife, and eventually falls asleep. The truth is I could lock her in a room, armed with a guard outside so she couldn’t leave. I’m not sure why, but I like the idea of her being chained up and waiting for me. I’ve always thought my two brothers were far more fucked up than I am, but I’m beginning to wonder.

Four hours of sleep is not enough, and I’m aware if I were a decent man, I’d leave her alone. Unfortunately for her, I’m not. I have to leave soon and I need to fuck her before I do. Rolling her onto her back, while she stays dead to the world, I spread her legs and kneel between them. Now that I’ve had her, the idea of not fucking her for two days is almost painful. Pinning her legs back, I line my cock up with her pussy and push inside her. She doesn’t wake up, instead she moans in her sleep while I fuck her. Athena gives me a few more whimpers, before her lashes flutter and her eyes open. It takes her a moment before full recognition hits her. And my beautiful Butterfly is pissed. I climb over her so I can control her body, and wrap my hand around her throat while I support myself with my free hand beside her.

“Good morning. I needed to have you before I leave.”

She glares at me and bites, “You mean before you chain me up like a bad dog?”

Her hands hit my chest as she attempts to push me off her, which will never work. Knowing I don’t have much time, I speed up my thrusts and fuck her harder. Athena grabs my nipple she yanked my piercing from and pinches it, causing me to chuckle, because I already told her I enjoy pain.

“Say my name.”

I can’t help myself. My name has never sounded like it does coming from her lips.

“Bones,” she says, followed by, “Or do you prefer the name I like calling you best? Asshole. In my head, that’s what I always call you.”

I glare at her while I squeeze her throat. “I think I’ve warned you about that. The plan was to make you come too, but you’ve lost that right.”

Removing my hand from her throat, as I continue sliding in and out of her wet pussy, she coughs and gasps for air. “I fucking hate you.”

With a chuckle, I say, “I know that already, but if it makes you feel better, go ahead and keep saying it.”

I back up onto my knees, grip her thighs on either side, and rail her as she yelps. Since this is now only for me, I don’t need to take my time, I can fuck her the way I want. Hard. I pull out most of the way and slam back inside her, with every thrust her tits bounce deliciously, and I catch her biting her lip to fight the moan threatening to escape.

“You’re only punishing yourself, Athena. I’m not the one that will be sitting in the basement with sexual frustration, and not being able to do anything about it for two days. ”

I thought I had seen her angry before, but clearly I had not, as she sits up and bites my chest. Fucking bites me like a rabid dog. Her eyes are blue, but now they’re darker than they’ve ever been before, and she bites me again. I push her back, and hold her hands down. “I don’t fucking think so, Butterfly.”

She continues glaring at me. “If you think you’re going to fuck other women and come home and fuck me, you’re mistaken.”

Where the hell did that come from? Why would she think I have any intention of being with another woman? I wouldn’t dream of fucking another woman when I can have her, the best pussy I’ve ever had.

Holding her down, I continue fucking her. “Listen to me, Butterfly. I’m not a good guy. In fact, in your mind, I’m likely among the worst. There are no other women, and there will not be any other women; I take my vows seriously. You are the only woman I will fuck. Hell, you’re the only woman I want to fuck. I assure you, my dick is clean and it’ll stay that way.”

She turns her head, trying to shut me out, and I let go of one of her arms and force her head to turn toward me. I press my lips to hers, and she fights me before she finally gives in, and lets me kiss her. Her pussy clenches down on my cock and pulls my orgasm from me. She’ll spend the next two days hating herself as much as she hates me.

“Get dressed and meet me downstairs.”

I pull out of her and get off the bed, and get dressed in black dress pants and a matching button down shirt. Athena is still glaring daggers at me, but I ignore it, because I don’t have time to deal with this. Certainly not when it won’t change a damn thing.

After she has breakfast, I take her by the arm and pull her down to the basement. She immediately glances at the cage, and I say, “You aren’t going in there.”

I take her to the chains, and place her wrist in the restraint, and tears fall from her beautiful eyes. “Luca, please don’t do this to me.”

I continue with her other wrist, and then her ankles. “The bathroom is over there. You have enough length on the chains. My staff will bring you food and drinks.”

I watch as she collapses to the floor in sobs. “Luca. Please.”

Stroking her hair, I say, “I’m sorry it has to be like this, Butterfly.”

What I really should say is that I’m sorry I am the way I am. She doesn’t deserve this.

“I’ll see you in a few days.”

Leaning down, I kiss her on the top of the head and make my way to the stairs, listening to her sobbing as I close the door behind me. A gut wrenching scream tears through the quiet of my house, “LUCA!”

Although I’m tempted, I can’t turn back now. She has to know I’ll follow through on the things I say I’ll do. If I show her weakness, she’ll walk all over me. I learned this from my father. If we tell our guys if they steal that we’ll do something, we have to do it, whether we want to or not. Showing weakness makes you a liability. As hard as it is to listen to her screams, that sound so much like the last time she was in the cage, I can’t back down.