Page 13 of A Vendetta That Ruins

“Stay still,” I whisper, sliding from the bed to get the tie from the front pocket of my tux, then inhaling the scent of her pussy as I draw it to my nostrils. I slowly unwrap it, the gift she’s given me and wants me to bind her with on our wedding night.

Anna is exactly where I want her, the delicate soles of her feet still lying on the footboard, completely trusting even after what I’ve done to her, making her come twice while I licked her sensitive little nub clean. But this, restraining her, knowing what she’s been through, it’s far more intimate than anything she could have ever given me.

I don’t restrain her feet, as no matter what she’s said I want her to be able to move if she needs to in the heat of the moment. “Keep your feet pressed exactly like this against the foot of the bed.”

She nods, but still I’m watching my princessa carefully. “You’ll be able to move your feet, but your wrists I’ll restrain, not with chains but with the soft material of my tie, baby.”

Anna’s eyes meet mine steady and strong. “I want you to know how much I trust you, Vincenzo. Restrain me and make love to me. Make me forget everything except the power of your love?”

I slide higher, my legs on either side of her waist as I keep my body from crushing her, wrapping one wrist and then the other, tying them both to the frame of the bed.

This is not how I anticipated restraining her for the first time, but it was always intended to come in her time. She’s taken the reins and asked me to show her what love and trust in restraints can look like. The minute her hands are tied, I kiss her pretty pink lips, then her creamy neck, lowering myself to her collarbone and down below as her hips raise while I lick her delicate skin below.

It may not have been how I planned this night, but her gift, it is everything from her. My lips on her clit have her raising her hips as the desire grows, delirious with need, my hands beneath her ass, caressing the firm globes that after today are mine.

I wait until she’s right on the edge before sliding my cock deep inside, watching her eyes roll back as I do it over and over again, making her come and come as she pants my name, before letting her waves subside just to build them again.

Her hazy eyes meet mine as I kiss her and then gingerly begin removing the soft ties from her wrists. I draw her into my arms and caress her hair, sliding the silkiness of the strands through my fingers. “I love you, princessa. Your love is the best gift in the world, with or without restraints, no?”

Her eyes flash mischievously. “Better keep that tie close by, lover boy.”

Anna’s smile is infectious, but weariness settles in her eyes. I press her head to my chest. Rest love.”

She drifts to sleep, and I lay for an hour just soaking in her beauty knowing that soon all our armies will be needed. Because Bastian sure as fuck got the message that I’ve made Anna Cassone my wife.

Now the DeLucas go to war.

13

Anna

I wake to an empty bed and the smell of freshly brewed coffee. I inhale the aroma and slip from bed to get showered and freshen up for the day, then put on a robe and finger through my damp hair before padding into the dining area to find Vincenzo. “Good morning.”

He turns in a T-shirt and gym pants as I walk to the breakfast bar. “Morning, princessa. Coffee?”

“You already get a workout in?”

“I did.”

“Do you ever sleep?”

“I got enough.”

“Mmm. It smells heavenly in here.”

“Brazilian coffee. It’s a special blend Nicolo orders, Fazenda Santa Ines, a premium bean grown in the Mantiqueira Mountains of Brazil.”

Vincenzo pours cream and half a teaspoon of sugar into the coffee and brings me the cup with a silver spoon. I give him a smile. “So, you trust me with that spoon? I’m pretty sure it could make a formidable weapon.”

He places an arm around my shoulders and kisses my lips. “Such sass so early in the morning. Did you sleep well?”

“I liked sleeping with you.”

His eyes flash with mischief. “Indeed, it was good to wake up to you this morning too. Omelet for breakfast?”

“Sounds great. I happen to make a mean omelet myself. Want some help?”

“I’ll cook today. I have early meetings tomorrow morning so won’t be here for breakfast. I was planning to have Ms. Lottie bring the house manager back in tomorrow to take care of things.”