Chapter 49

• Ivan’s POV
• The sound of my son crying wakes both me and my wife up. This is all new to me and it is something that I will have to get use to. Thank goodness that I don’t have to worry about getting up and feeding him in the middle of the night. That is what a woman is for. Getting annoyed because Bella hasn’t made him stop crying, so I roll over just to see what is going on. I notice my mother and father in the room with us, and my mom handing over the baby to Bella. She says that he just needs to feed but doesn’t make a move to feed him. Then out of no where she throws a sharp elbow to my side causing me to stir again. I’m unsure of what she is wanting but by the way she is glaring at me she is trying to tell me something. It’s not until I see her reach up to her hospital gown that I realize what she was meaning. I quickly clear my throat and ask my parents to give us some alone time so she can feed our son. There is no way I want anyone and I mean anyone to ever see what belongs to me. I don’t give a damn if it’s my dad or the fucking doctor. Bella and all of her perfect body is mine. When my mom and dad walk out of the room, I roll over and face Bella. When she pulls out her perfect tit all I want to do is latch on it and hear her moan my name.
• So, with my hand I run it up her leg over her stomach and to her free breast. She gasps when I pinch and twist her nipple. Her gown and my fingers get wet instantly from her milk, and I swear I could cum right then and there it was so fucking hot. My dick stood at full attention. With my other free limb, I get Bella’s hand and bring it down to my crotch. I begin pumping my cock up and down with my hand wrapped around hers. It doesn’t even take me three minutes before I am Cumming so hard into her hand. As soon as my orgasm is over, I feel her jerk away from me. This pisses me off so bad that before I can stop myself, I have snatched a handful of her hair and yanking it back so she is staring straight into my eyes. Our son is still enjoying his meal peacefully. He hasn’t picked up on any anger that is coursing through us. After I check to make sure he is ok, I deal with my disobedient wife. “Bella, you are really pushing me to my limit here. Do you really want to see what I am capable of doing to you? Do not piss me off again, you have been nothing but a little bitch since the moment I came through that door. I’m tired of it show me the respect that I deserve or I will remind you of the consequences that come from acting out. Do not ever jerk away from me. I own every inch of you don’t ever forget that. Now apologize to me and maybe just maybe I might forgive you.” I pause and a part of me actually wanted her to defy me again. I would love to punish her over and over again. The other part of me actually wanted her to obey so I didn’t have to hurt her. Because I would in a heartbeat. I can’t have a wife who is defiant and goes against me. A woman is supposed to take care of her husband, and stay at home to raise our children. That is the way of the mafia. She has been taught this so I am unsure of why she is being this way.