The truth

Caruso's POV

The moment I laid eyes on Edith at the wedding, I knew I had to have her in my bed. No matter what it took.

As I watched her scribble on her notepad, I felt awash with a wild blend of amusement and lust.

We were in the middle of a meeting with the finance department, the speaker's voice a dull blur at the back of my mind.

My only focus there and then was my accidental bride.

“That's the quarterly review report, sir,” The speaker's voice somehow tore through my perverted thoughts.

“Okay,” I said, mentally noting to review the report later, as I hadn't paid mind to the meeting, “What next?”

“The sales memo, sir,” The woman sitting next to him uttered.

“Very well then. Go on with it.” I said, my gaze returning to Edith.

We locked gazes for a split second then, and Edith snickered then looked away, much to my amusement.

Usually, all I had to was snap my fingers and there would be an unending queue of women, desperate to spread their legs open for me.

Never in my life had I chased after a woman, with the sole intent of bedding her, but there was just something about Edith.

Something exciting that drew me to her, like a moth to flame.

I had to admit that chasing after her, and having her push back against my advances entertained me greatly.

Although I didn't believe in love or marriage, I had asked Edith to marry me because I wanted to keep her tied to me.

The ardent kiss that had ensued between us afterward had my crotch hot and heavy since the day we met.

Even though she’d imagined me as Murphy throughout the entire thing, which for some reason, I found oddly interesting.

Moments later when the meeting ended, my focus remained on Edith as she wrote.

I had to know the sacred secrets beneath her supple flesh.

I needed to feel how well she would take me between those pretty legs of hers.

I ached to have her mesmerizing brown eyes sink into mine, while I pounded her wet pinkness into oblivion.

As for those gorgeous mounds on her chest, the thought of fastening my lips around them, had my mid buzzing with passionate ecstasy.

Salacious heat crept into my groins and remained there, causing my cock to harden, as I gazed at the delicate curves of her body.

I could always force Edith to do my bidding, but that would be too easy and boring.

Taking her after she finally admitted how badly she wanted me as well, would be greatly rewarding.

Edith stood up then, darting me a disdainful look, which I only found humorous.

Wordlessly, she took her notebook, and stepped away from the desk.

“Aren't you supposed to leave when I do?” I asked, itching to get a reaction from her.

She was the first person I'd ever met that looked sexy while angry.

The way her nose would scrunch up and how she would bunch her small hands into fists, was utterly laughable and immeasurably seductive.

And it made me want to get on her nerves knowingly.

Edith turned to me, her signature irate look, which I found immensely sexy, stamped to her face.

“If my boss wasn't a sex obsessed freak, maybe I would listen to him.” She retorted, and my cock twitched.

I could already picture bending Edith over the nearest wall of this room, and slamming into her with reckless abandon while she gripped her knees for dear life.

“Touché,” I continued, egging her on, “That reminds me, have you given a thought to our earlier discussion?”

Edith glared at me; a sight that made my cock throb restlessly.

“No, I haven't and I never will,” She retorted, her brows wound in a furious knot, “Why can't you just look elsewhere for a sex partner?”

The way she spat out my name angrily, turned me on to the greatest possible level.

Were I not disciplined, I would have crossed the room to bury myself in her slick heat.

“Because no one can be as hot while enraged.” I said, and immediately, Edith was rendered speechless.

I had gotten her.

“Weirdo,” She muttered, after the pause.

“I’ve been promoted from crazy to weird, huh?” I teased, standing up from my seat.

“Don't come closer,” Edith warned, but that only encouraged me to do the complete opposite.

“You don't want your body to tell the truth that you've refused to say with your mouth, isn't it?” I hackered on, as I stepped closer to her.

“Just stay away.” She rambled out, her cheeks tinted pink and her glare weak, before dashing out of the conference room, the sensual sway of her hips leaving me mesmerized.

Soon, she would be at my mercy, begging me to satiate her ferocious arousal with passionate sex.

Minutes later as I headed back to my office, I noticed Edith wasn't in her cubicle, which was situated just outside my door.

The chair was slightly pushed back, with the rosy scent of her perfume still lingering faintly.

My phone vibrated in my hold just then, steering my focus from Edith. One look at the caller ID told me that this was an important phone call.

Swiping across the answer button, I held the phone against my ear.

“Speak.” I ordered my deputy and younger brother, Denzel.

“Luca has been captured. Should we take care of him?” He inquired.

Luca was a made man of the Antonelli family, the mafia organization I ruled, the biggest and most powerful in all of America, until he was recently discovered to be a dirty snitch.

The bastard hadn't just talked, he had led a rival family, the Vitos, to the exact location of our merchandise. They had burnt down the place, causing me to lose millions.

Finding out that Edith worked at Kingston corporation, the main front of the family’s business, had made my plan to bed her stupendously easy.

All I had to do was tell the former CEO to resign, and give him a fat resignation bonus that would secure him and his generation for life.

“Where is he now?” I asked, as I walked into my office.

“At the warehouse,” Denzel replied, “Richard is also here, along with the other guys.”

Richard was our maternal cousin, as well as the mafia's attorney and my consigliere.

“Just take care of the situation for now. I will come there later,” I replied, before ending the call.

Edith could never discover that I ruled the Antonelli family. Or even worse, that her beloved Murphy wasn’t exactly my friend, but an accountant of the organization, making him an associate.

The shock could completely break her, and I couldn't have that happening.