His dark eyes bore into me.
“Well, I did not think it was necessary to do so seeing as we have been married for just about forty-eight hours. Nor is this a real marriage anyways.” I roll my shoulders back as I say with my voice curt. “This marriage is about convenience for our families. The faster we both accept that, the better. I have already told you––––e”
I don’t finish my thought as he moves quickly. He grabs my wrist, tucking it behind my back, spins me with my back pressed against the wall next to the door, his other hand gripping my chin with his thumb and forefinger. I let out a gasp. “That’s where you are wrong,wife.”His hot breath dances across my lips. “This marriage is very real, and I couldn’t give two fucking shits about our families merging.” He leans in closer enough where if I moved an inch, I could press my lips to his. “The faster you can get that into your mind, the faster you will understand that there is nothing I would not do for you. I would burn this whole goddamn city to protect you.” He runs his nose against mine. “You’re my wife, Isabella till death. Mine.” He moves hisfingers from my chin and lightly drags them down the front of my robe, hovering over the opening by my chest. My body hums with excitement. He pulls away, his hand drops, and slides into his pant pocket. “I’ll be back later to get you to come downstairs for dinner at seven. I have somethings I need to take care of prior.”
I can feel the redness in my face. This is insane how my body reacts to him, begging for him to touch me and wanting him to touch me. My head is also a mess because he tells me sweet things, but in next moment, his dark mask slips back on.
I clear my throat. “I’m really not hungry, so I will skip it and will go to bed.”
He did not like my response as his dark brown eyes narrow at me and his jaw tightens. “That is not an option, wife. You will be at dinner with the family. You will enjoy it. If I have to sit you on my lap and feed you myself, I will.”
Images of Enzo feeding me flashes through my head. Me sitting on his lap, one of his muscular arms around my waist, and telling me to open my mouth. His heated gaze watching me as I wrap my lips around the fork and telling me that I’m a good girl.
Shit, this is not good. I can’t keep having these images of Enzo taking control of my body. No, I’m to have these thoughts regardless of him being my hot, sexy, beautiful husband.
It’s as if he can read my mind at what I was imagining just now because his gaze darkens, and his lips pull into a smirk. “See you at dinner, wife.”
I watch as he spins on his heels, leaves our room, and shut the door behind him. I’m still standing against the wall, in my fluffy white robe, the top slightly open. My full breasts are barely contained now, my pussy is wet with some dripping on my thigh,s and my mind a complete mess from earlier today and the interaction with my husband.
My wedges clomp against the stairs as I make my way down to the kitchen and with each step the voices grow louder. I freeze. “Enzo, I do not care that you are the Don to this family. In this kitchen at this time, you’re my son and I make the rules in here.” I hear a female place a utensil on the counter. “And I want everything to be perfect to meet my new daughter-in-law that you married with no family present for the day.” I can hear the anger and a little hurt in the woman’s voice. “I think you forget how tough your mother is sometimes.” Enzo tries to argue, but she stops him. “You and your sister need to wash up because dinner is almost ready.”
“Would you look at that, the big bad mafia Don being silenced by Mom.” Gianna teased him.
I could picture him narrowing his eyes at his sister. My hands smooth down the front of my dress. I square my shoulders back and take the last few steps down into the kitchen. Before I even step off the last step, it’s as if Enzo can sense me and whips his head in my direction. Our gazes locked, and there is a slight smirk on his handsome face as his eyes gaze up and down my body. He’s still dressed in his black pants and black dress shirt. The jacket is long gone. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up, showing off his muscular tatted forearms, and the top is slightly unbuttoned revealing his tanned tatted chest. My mouth is dry.
A medium height woman who is at the stove turns, wiping her hands on her apron with a warm smile on her face. Her dark hair, the same color as both her children is in a low bun, and hereyes are dark like Enzo’s. When she smiles, the lines next to her eyes are more pronounced.
“La mia bedda nuora,” she gushes in Sicilian.My beautiful daughter-in-law, “Come here, darling. Let me see you.” Her accent is soft but still there.
I make my way over to her, and she pulls me into a hug. It takes me a second, but I wrap my arms around her and feeling the love coming off her. I feeling her warmth. I feel her kindness, and I feel accepted.
She pulls back, places her soft hand on my cheek and says, “I want to hear everything about my new, beautiful daughter-in-law since my son does not tell me anything.” She turns and glares at him and he lowers his head with that damn smirk still on his face. “I hope you like Pasta Alla Norma.”
I smile back at her, and my stomach makes a loud sound. My eyes widen with embarrassment. Mrs. Ricci giggles and says, “Come, let’s eat.” She turns to the stove to gather the dish and carries it to the small table in the kitchen.
Enzo pulls out my chair for me to sit, pushes me in, and before he does, he places a soft kiss on my bare shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine. He takes a seat next to me and Gianna sits to my left. Under the table Enzo squeezes my thigh gently, making me want to rub my thighs together. This man. This man has an effect over my whole entire body, and I have no idea how to handle it. Or how to navigate it.
“Isabella, how are you doing?” Gianna asks me quietly with sincerity in her voice and her eyes.
I reach for her hand, ignoring my husband’s touch. I give her hand a quick squeeze and say, “I’m okay. Thank you for shopping with me today. I had a great time with you.”
She smiles and says, “Girl, me too. We will have another girls day soon.”
Enzo growls next to me and Gianna rolls her eyes. “Calm down, big bro. Your wife can have fun without you hovering over her every move.”
He goes to speak, but Mrs. Ricci reaches out to flick Enzo’s ear making him flinch. I let out a laugh watching my husband, the Don to this family morphing into something casual and normal around his mother. Men are the ones who are the head of the family, but Mrs. Ricci is the one who runs her family. She goes to dish everyone’s plate before she sits down.
How the three of them interact with one another, pains me because I miss my siblings. Lucia and Joseph. We never sat like this around a small table, a home cooked meal or even shared laughter with our parents. That was not the life we grew up in or were accustomed to.
I can feel the burning behind my eyes when another man, who I have seen with Enzo, walks in. His gaze is locked on to Gianna, and she shifts in her chair slightly.
“My favorite.” He rubs his belly. He bends down to kiss Mrs. Ricci on her cheek before he sits next to her and Gianna.
“Angelo, all of my meals are your favorite.” Mrs. Ricci laughs.
Ah, his name is Angelo.
We all eat, and I sit back to listen to all their stories with a small smile on my face. Every so often, Enzo reaches out to place his hand on my thigh to remind me that this is not a dream. But every single time, I must shift in my seat, and when I do, a smirk crosses his face.
