CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

RITCHIE

THE PUNISHMENT

S he stared at me in disbelief. “What are you talking about?” she asked, reaching for the blanket.

“You’ve been a very bad girl.”

I stood at the foot of the bed, yanked her feet, pulling her toward me.

“You’re fucking tripping, Ritchie?”

My brows raised. “Am I?” I placed my thumbs in my waistband and pushed my boxers down my legs. My hard cock sprung free.

Her eyes moved to my dick. Lust flashed in her eyes. No time for that right now.

“You’re coming with me,” I growled.

I grabbed her by the sides of her chest and lifted her in the air.

“Ouch, ouch,” she shrieked.

“Ah, fuck,” she cried.

“What’s wrong, Tori?” I glowered at her.

Her arms wrapped tightly around herself as she tried to catch her breath. “Nothing.”

Furrowing my brow, I shouted, “Are you seriously going to keep lying to me?” I pulled her closer and ripped off her shirt before throwing it aside. Then I effortlessly positioned her over my shoulder and carried her with me.

She cried out in pain.

It hurt my heart that she’d keep hiding the truth from me.

“Are you hurt, Tori?”

Her fists pounded against my muscled back as I ambled into the bathroom. “Put me...the...fuck...down.”

I angrily pulled open the glass shower door and stormed inside, placing her on the bench before turning on the water. Tori’s eyes seemed to look right through me as I stood under two of the eight jets, letting the hot water cascade down my body. I picked up the shampoo, poured a small amount in my hand, and returned the bottle to the shelf. My fingers worked at massaging the shampoo into my hair as I spoke sternly. “You can’t keep things from me, Tori.”

“I have business to handle in Chicago,” she spat.

“Is that why you’re lying to me? Because you assume I won’t allow you to return.” I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair.

Her stunning brown eyes grew stormy. “You have no right to keep me here.”

I chuckled. “Oh, but I can. You’re my wife.” My deep voice vibrated the shower walls.

“I’m not your fucking property. Why do men treat me like a trophy? You think I want all this? I don’t. I’m from the South Side. I can take care of myself.”

I pointed at my chest. “Sending my fucking men to protect you doesn’t make you my trophy. Get the fuck out of here with that shit,” I shouted at the top of my lungs.

“My men protect you because I love you. I’d fucking die for you, Tori.”

“Why? Why would you do that for me?” Tears spilled down her cheeks.

I realized the recent chaos caused her to miss her first appointment with the therapist.

“You almost died today, Tori. Again.”

“I have to return and kill that bitch once and for all.”

“You need to regroup.”

“I was trying to, Ritchie. I went to the hotel to deal with my demons. To get stronger. She showed up at my place of refuge.”

I approached her and knelt down in front of her. My hand gently massaged her aching ass cheek while my other hand held her face.

“She knows that’s your place. And when you leave there, you come out stronger.”

She shut her eyes tight, as if trying to hold back the tears.

“Find new places, Tori. You have a home in Chicago. A home here.” I grabbed her hand and placed it over my heart.

“You have me.”

As she exhaled, her shoulders relaxed, and sadness washed over her face. Tears spilled from her gorgeous brown eyes.

“Why did I come into your life with all of my baggage?” she lamented.

“As I’ve told you before, you deserve to be loved. In the right way.”

“I keep making mistakes with us,” she confessed.

She didn’t know how not to fuck up something good. Growing up, she rarely witnessed a healthy relationship. Out of her group of four girlfriends, only one had parents who were still married.

My father is a piece of the man he used to be. Because he lost my mother. Throughout my childhood, I saw first-hand what healthy love looked like. I planned to give my wife healthy love if it was the last thing I did.

“Tell me where it hurts,” I ordered.

She stared at me for a beat, unsure if she should tell me. Tori didn’t want to get benched literally.

She took my hand and placed it on the side of her chest, then moved it under her breast.

“It hurts there on both sides. I have a sharp pain in my abdomen, too.” She visibly swallowed. “Arlis said I need to rest while I’m here.” Her words were barely a whisper.

My jaw twitched. I was beside myself on the inside. She had a hard time letting me in. The woman hated anyone seeing how vulnerable she was.

“You can’t hide things from me. Tori, it has to stop.”

“Ezra said I have PTSD because of both of the explosions.”

“You’ll stay here for the rest of the week.”

Her brows shot up. “But my war.”

I pressed my lips against the soft skin under her breast. “You need your rest. Your war will be there when you return.”

Her fingers found my wet hair. “I missed you,” she admitted.

“I know.” Pulling back, I met her gaze. “Do you have any idea how it felt to learn she could’ve blown up the entire hotel with you in it?” I gritted out.

“I couldn’t leave my job to see about you like I needed to. That fucked me up, Tori.”

Tears fell from her eyes again. “I’m sorry.” Her hand caressed my face. “I have a lot of enemies, Ritchie.”

“And I’ve provided an army of men to help you fight your battles.”

A smile lifted the corners of her lips. “Thank you.” Tori pressed a hand against her ribs and winced. “Will you make love to me?”

“No.” I kissed her on the lips before standing up to my full height, trying not to show any sign of pain from my current discomfort.

I took the brunt of that explosion last week. And before that, I was involved in another explosion. She needed to rest and so did I. Tonight I’d rest with my head between my wife’s thighs. I’d sleep in tomorrow and get rested before I picked up my cat.

“That slap to your ass was for hiding shit from your husband.”

She curled her hands around the edge of the bench, about to push herself up.

“Nope. Stay there. You can watch me wash my body. Once you’re healed, you can get this dick. In the meantime, you’re cut off.”

She gasped. “Ritchie, you don’t mean that.”

“Oh, I do, Mrs. Toscana.”

Her eyes gravitated to my cock and balls as I lathered them with soap.

She was damn near drooling.

A smile lifted my cheeks. She was horny as fuck.

Once I finished cleaning myself, I shut off the water and stepped out of the glass shower door.

Grabbing a towel from the rack, I dried myself off in front of her.

Tori fisted my cock and sucked the head like it was her favorite ice cream.

I dropped the towel to the floor.

“Ritchie, I love your dick,” she moaned.

She reached behind me as her mouth slid back and forth along my shaft. Her palm came down on my ass.

The sound of a whack hung in the air.

Tori wanted to get me back for the smack I gave to her bottom. The difference was I knew her ass still stung. Now her hand was too, because I barely felt the whack. My ass was solid muscle.

I gripped her bonnet and took control, sliding my dick back and forth in her mouth, smacking the back of her throat. “Be a good little wife and listen to your husband,” I bit out. “Who loves you?” I threw my head back as her fingers caressed my balls.

“Fuck, Tori. I need you,” I roared as I came down her throat.

She pulled back, smiling, and kissed the tip of my cock. “I love the taste of your salty cum.”

“If you think sucking my dick will get you out of the doghouse, you’re mistaken.” I arched a brow. “But it’s a nice attempt.”

I picked Tori up, cradling her in my arms, and carried her into the bedroom. “When you start being honest with me, you’ll get my dick again.”

She pouted.

I laid her in the center of our bed and hovered over her. “Now I’m going to kiss the places that hurt. Then I’m going to kiss that aching pussy.”

Her body shuddered beneath me.

My lips skated along her skin, under her breasts. Tori opened her legs and slid her hands over my hulking muscled shoulders.

“Ritchie, I’m so sorry I fucked up.”

“Me too,” I muttered against her stomach as I squeezed her breast.

My nose grazed her mound as I opened my mouth and sucked her labia.

Her back arched as she pushed her pussy into my mouth.

“I hate being away from you, Tori.”

“Ritchie, I missed you like crazy today.”

My teeth clamped down on her clit. Causing her to yelp. “Ritchie.”

“You have a fucked up way of showing it.”

I placed her leg over my shoulder, devouring her pussy like it was my last meal of the day. Well, I guessed technically it was.

I slid my tongue along her slick folds as I flicked her hard nipples with my index finger.

“Ritchie,” she cried out.

I smiled at the way I brought her pleasure. No other man could or would, because she was fucking mine. I’d kill any man who thought he could take my beautiful wife from me.

My greedy tongue dipped into her tight little hole. It was so hard not to fuck her pussy with my dick. Even if just for my own pleasure.

Her fingers tugged my strands as her thighs locked my head in place, as her body shuddered multiple times.

Tori’s juices filled my mouth. “Yes, baby, keep coming. I want to drink every last drop.”

As her body continued to shake, I kissed her thighs. I sat up on my knees and flipped her over. My heavy hand came down on her other ass cheek.

Whack

Whack

Whack

“Ouch,” she yelped.

“You don’t keep shit from me, Tori.”

I leaned over, kissing her heated flesh. My palm came down again on the opposite ass cheek.

The smack hung in the air.

“Ritchie,” she moaned.

“Please fuck me,” Tori begged.

I smoothed a hand over her left ass cheek as my lips ran soothing circles over her hot skin.

“Ritchie, I love you. I promise I won’t do it again.”

I smirked. “Do what?”

“Keep secrets. Especially about my well-being.”

“Good. I think we’re on the same page now.”

Her body lay pressed against the mattress, her hips tilted in a way that would minimize discomfort. I positioned myself over her and entered her with one smooth thrust.

“Oh my Gosh, Ritchie,” she purred.

I yanked the bonnet off her head and slid my fingers through her blond tresses as I fucked her pussy that pulsated around my cock.

Damn, it felt good.

“Yes, baby, give me every delicious inch of your beastly cock,” she yelled in ecstasy.

“Flattery will get you nowhere, wife.”

Her body hummed under me as I fucked her like I was in the porn Olympics. Each long stroke pulled a hungry moan from her little frame.

“You love my dick, huh?”

“Yes, Ritchie, it’s...it’s so fucking good.”

After kissing her cheek, I sat up on my shins and held onto her hips as I thrusted into her warm depths. Her pussy was incredible. I loved that it was all mine.

“I bet you can feel my big cock in your stomach,” I stated with a smirk.

“Yes.” She pounded a fist on the bed. My sweet little wife was about to come.

My grin widened as the head of my dick smacked her G-spot.

“Baby, yes,” she gasped.

I pulled out as if I was wrapping up a porn scene.

“Ritchie, what are you doing?” she asked, peering at me over her shoulder with wide eyes.

I stroked my cock until ribbons of cum covered her ass. It felt like the cum wouldn’t stop. So I placed the head of my cock at her entrance and released the rest of it.

“Oh yeah. Let my cum coat your womb.”

An angry scowl covered her pretty face.

I didn’t give a fuck.

I stalked into the bathroom, then returned shortly with aftercare supplies. I used two warm washcloths. One I ran over her plump ass cheeks and the other over her pussy.

“Remember this,” I growled. “If you ever hide something from me again, I’ll tease your G-spot again until you’re on the brink of orgasm before pulling away.”

The look on my wife’s face was murderous. Now that was the perfect lesson to teach my tough, stubborn wife.