I pull all the way out, the tip just on the outside of her pussy, I look down to see it coated with her virginity. I smirk and slam all the way inside her, bottoming out as I explode inside her tight, perfect cunt. We both are out of breath, my body relaxes into hers, my mouth claiming hers. I kiss her softly, and in between kisses, I tell her what a good girl she was. My dick starts to harden again still being inside her, but I reluctantly pull out.
I look down to see the mess that we have created. Our mixture of cum and the blood telling me I broke her hymen makes me want to fuck her all over again. I dip two of my fingers inside her, collecting our cum and her blood on my fingers and bring them to my mouth.
“Enzo, what are you––––––”
I suck them dry. Having her blood coat my tongue has me wanting more of her. The need of her. The need to be closer to her.
I release them from my mouth with a pop and swirl them again in our mixture. I bring my newly coated fingers to her mouth. “Open and suck.”
She opens her mouth, my eyes darken as her full lips close around my two fingers. It coaxes the image of her kneeling before me and sucking my cock. I’m hard again.
I let out a groan as she swirls her tongue around my fingers. I pull them from her mouth and drag them down her body. Leaning down, I kiss up her stomach, her chest, her neck and stopping at her lips. Moving my body to lay on my back, I use my good arm to pull her into me. Her leg drapes over mine, her head is on my chest, my arm wrapped around her, drawing circles on her hip and her left hand resting on my chest. Her wedding rings glisten off the light in our room.
She places soft kisses on my chest before we both fall asleep. Naked in bed. Skin to skin. And feeling hopeful. My chest starts to thaw, and I sleep like the dead until I wake her up later with my head between her thighs.
I know there is no other woman for me.
Isabella is my wife.
My partner.
My everything.
The vibration from my phone on my nightstand wakes me up. I groan in annoyance. Isabella has one of her legs draped over my waist, her head resting in the nook of my good arm, her hand still on my chest and the blanket has fallen showing me her perfect breasts. A few of the small bite marks I left a few hours ago are still very present. My dick is rock hard at the sight of her, but I reluctantly reach for my phone, trying not to wake her.
My thumb presses the passcode, and my home screen comes to life. There is a message from Angelo.
Angelo: I have some information from tonight that I think you need to hear and see.
My jaw tightens as I quickly type out.
Me: Meet me in my office.
Angelo: Already on my way.
I place my phone back on my nightstand, run my hand down my face as I feel Isabella shift on me. I look down at the stunning woman on me, my fingers run through her hair making her sigh in her sleep. Before I get up, I bend my head to press my lips to the top of her head. I breath in her lavender and vanilla scent and I slowly start to untangle myself from her. This is the last thing I want to do after finally breaking down my wife’s walls and making her officially mine in more ways than one. To have her underneath me, feeling her body against my skin, hearing her cry out my name and feeling her come on my fingers and my cock. The best part was seeing her virgin blood on my shaft mixed with our come, on the sheets and then watching her licking it off my thumb was better than any fantasy that I could imagine. My hunger for my wife will never make me full.
I swing my legs out of the bed, push off, head toward my closet to grab a pair of grey sweatpants and tuck my semi-hard dick into the waistband. My feet clad on the cool floor to head to my office, but I stop at Isabella’s side of the bed, place a kiss on her soft lips, and she lets out a soft moan.
Angelo is waiting for me in my office when I step in, still in his black pants and the black button-up shirt open, revealing the black tank underneath. His golden chain hangs off his neck and tucked in his undershirt. His sleeves are rolled up showing off his skin covered in tattoos.
“What information do you have?” I ask stalking into the room and heading to where I keep my whiskey. I pour two fingers, bring it to my lips, and let the bitterness coat my tongue then burn down my throat. I set the tumbler down and pour another one for myself, then for Angelo. I hand him his glass before sitting at my desk.
He takes a sip, lowering the tumbler and swirling it around. His gaze locked on me, and he says, “Remember how I saidsomething felt off about the attack?” He pauses and takes another sip, and I take a pull from mine.
I drag my hand down my face and nod in agreement. “You’re right. Tonight, could have been worse. Or Isabella being hurt.” I say with harshness in my voice.
Angelo takes another sip and says, “Enz, this has Di Marco written all over it.” He looks like he has aged another ten years. “I pulled the footage from the street cameras near the restaurant. Not too long after you and Isabella arrived, two large black SUV’s pulled up across the road.” My blood starts to boil inside as I grip my tumbler tighter. “I could not make out any of their faces because of their masks. They were suited up, Enz. Mass amounts of weapons like they were going to war.” He drags a hand down his face. “If Di Marco is planning on taking you out, we need to be a thousand steps ahead of him.”
Fuck. He is right. “It does. That fucker is not going to let this go with me killing his son. This is certainly not his style for sure. Las time someone killed a family member, he retaliated by taking their business, not putting a hit out. He is out for my blood. There is more to this than he wanting revenge for killing his precious son.” I lift my tumbler and drain my drink in one sip. “He can target me all the fuck he wants or try to.” I can feel my body heat up from the anger inside to think of him trying to hurt Isabella. “But for him to target my wife to make his point or take her away from me, he is apparently dumber than I have given the man credit for.” I slam my glass on my wooden desk.
“What do you want to do?” he asks.
I stare at my best friend, brother, second and really think about how I want to play this and handle Di Marco once and for all. Until the plan comes to mind on how to end all of this.
A sly smile beings to form on my lips and Angelo matches mine as we both nod at what we both are thinking.
My body is sore as I begin to wake up, but in a good way when I roll over in the other side of the bed. I stretch my hand across the cotton sheets and feel them cold making my eyes open as my mind tries to catch up when his deep, raspy voice washes over me.
