Still catching our breaths, he leaned in over me, with his lips at my ear and whispered, “Move into the room, Aria. Be my wife.”
My eyes fluttered open and looked into the mirror. He was staring at me intensely.
All I did was nod. It was time.
Chapter 12
Maximo’s POV
The sex and connection with Aria was off the charts. She did, however, try to get me involved in trying some crazy shit that was not going to happen. I was open to the leather jock and would wear it with a shoulder buckle harness, especially when she wore one of her wet bodysuit outfits. But I drew the line at a muzzle, and a full-body leather outfit. She pouted at me when I said, “Hell no.”
She had asked me about involving a third person, and I told her only if it was a woman. She looked pissed, and said, “That will never happen.” I smiled at her and said, “Then it’s just you and me babe.” I had taken her over the bathroom counter, facing the mirror. I loved having her watch us fuck. This woman was insatiable. I was pissed at the idea that she did these things with other men, but she finally told me that she didn’t do as many things with them as I thought she had. I asked her what she meant and she just gave me that little sexy smirk of hers. By then it didn’t matter. I was willing to be submissive for her at times, and she would be my sub at other times. We took turns depending on our needs at the time. I was willing and able to relinquish some control to this woman. But only her.
We had lost track of that bitch Nico Cattaneo for about three weeks when I got a lead. One I had not expected to get, but I would absolutely use it to my advantage.
I had walked into our house earlier than usual one day to surprise my wife. I had a new costume for her, a boss lady pinstripe lingerie set with garters and pantyhose. I had texted my men just prior to my arrival to leave the upper floor clear. They knew what that meant. I also told them not to tell Aria I would be home early.
Once I arrived, one of my men was out front, letting me know Lorenzo was here, had just arrived and was meeting with my wife in their area. I knew I should wait, but I was curious why he showed up. Usually, Aria would text me when he would come by for visits, which was pretty frequent actually.
I was coming up on the area Aria had taken over when I heard them in a heated conversation.
“Dammit Lorenzo, I need to find that prick before he comes after me again. How the fuck are you the infamous Geronimo and can’t find one crazy prick in the world?”
Geronimo? Fucking Lorenzo was Geronimo? I smiled at that piece of information.
I came walking into the room, making sure that they heard me.
Lorenzo was standing a few feet away from the couch, arms crossed looking pissed, when he looked up at me, freezing.
I smirked. “Well hello, Geronimo.”
Aria flies up from the couch and whips around to face me. She’s pissed now too.
Lorenzo mumbled, “Well, fuck me.” He looked to Aria.
I turned to look at my wife, smiling bigger. “Hi honey, I’m home.” I lifted the gift bag with her new costume in it that will be used later, but focused onthisbusiness now.
Aria looked like she was about to lose her shit, when I turned abruptly to Lorenzo, dropping my smile.
“Help me find Nico so I can take care of him. Or would you rather he hurt Aria?”
“Don’t you fucking dare pull that shit. He came after me and our men. He’s fucking mine!” She was yelling at me. Her face contorted in anger, but she still looked beautiful and sexy as hell.
I looked at her, my face softening. “Our men?”
That seemed to make her stutter. “Ummm well, your men. Our men. Whatever.”
I came around the couch to her quickly, grabbed her and kissed her hard on the lips.
I heard Lorenzo mutter, “Gross, get a fucking room, please.”
I pulled back and looked at her, smirking. “Our men,mi Donna.”
She huffed.
“You cannot take on Nico and his men. I can get Dom and his men to help us. Worst case, if I need more men, Carlo Garcia would help out. Our men, Dom’s men, and some of Carlo’s men should be more than enough.” I kept my grip on her, holding her to me, even though the gift bag was crinkling in my hand against her back.
She looked down and pouted. “What is it?”
