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“It burns, but it feels so fucking good.”
“A lady doesn’t swear.” I needed a distraction, so I hung to any lifeline she threw at me, only for her to fuck it all up next.
“I bet a lady doesn’t crave to feel her husband slam into her without mercy, either.”
Jesus fuck.
I kissed her. I couldn’t listen to those words any longer, but the way Elena let me feast on her mouth wasn’t any better of an option. I was too lost. At this point, I was either going to fuck her and allow her to hate me for it, or I had to pull back. So I did.
Elena whimpered at the loss as I raised to my knees, towering over her with my cock in one hand while the other set on her pussy, my thumb unrelenting on her swollen clit.
“I’m gonna come inside you one day, and it’s going to be utter fucking bliss. But today, this is how I claim you.”
I fucked my fist, my cock hovering over her bare pussy while Elena had those green eyes of hers strained on each one of my movements, her hands balling the sheets beside her. We would both watch as my cum spurted all over her skin, and I smeared it further into her.
“Watch me mark you, Wife. Watch me come all over this pussy,” I grunted, my hand bringing me over the fucking rainbow, but it was the image beneath me and her words that gave me the last shove.
“Your pussy, Husband.”
“Jesus, fuck. Yes!” I grunted as thick ropes of cum stained her pussy in me. “Mine, mine, mine. Fucking mine.”
Chapter 5
Giancarlo
Huge, iron gates opened as Elena and I approached Battaglia manor. I had always dreamed I’d march into this place with a battalion of men, taking back what was ours, not sparing a single soul that dared to stand in our way.
It was what was right.
After Toni and I were orphaned in a gang war fought without honor, we were both driven by the notion that one day we would be able to avenge our father, consequences be damned. Don Moretti spoke to that craving of ours, stoking fire to an ever blemishing flame each opportunity he got.
Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined I’d be walking through these gates peacefully. At least, that was the case for now.
The three guards spotted Elena from a distance and opened the massive gates straight away, even though their body language made it clear they were wary of her chaperone.
I couldn’t really blame them. One hard look at me told them exactly what I was without room for doubt. A black, knee-length coat covered most of the three-piece pin-stripe suit beneath it, paired with shoes as shiny as the bullets I clutched in my pocket. If it wasn’t for the snow, they’d be immaculate, as pristine as my killer reputation. The stubble on my chin gave my face a shadow of the color that ruled in my heart. Even the sharpness of my gaze screamed ‘predator’ to anyone who’d dare to look at me for longer than two seconds. But it was the deep, healing cut on my brow that ended whatever doubt any passersby could still have.
As we got closer, the three guards left their stations, slowly sauntering towards the center of the now open space left by the gates. It was rehearsed. I could see as much in the precisely measured and equal spaces they left between each other as they built a wall of muscle and unshakable courage.
They perused me with their glowers, carefully searching my body language for the faintest hint of a threat. They wouldn’t find it even if I had come here to blow the fucking house up. It’s a work in progress, but I fought back my impulses with every fiber of my being, because they normally got me into stupid shit, like marriage.
“Miss Battaglia,” they greeted as we were less than ten feet away. There was a question in there somewhere, too.
“Stand down, gentlemen. He’s with me.”
My perceptive little wife had picked up on their uneasiness, too. Or maybe she just knew the drill by heart.
The guards took a step to the side, allowing us to walk past without a fuss. I couldn’t help but laugh inside, feeling like a damn Trojan horse that almost got a red carpet thrown under its feet as I walked into enemy grounds. Little did they know that their first assessment was correct. I came for destruction alright, but this time, it was political and a lot less bloody than I had ever dreamed of. For now, at least.
I looked at Elena, her steady march telling me that she had either accepted the fact that she was mine forever or that she knew a bullet would be carved into my skull as soon as her father opened that front door. No good mornings before bloodshed, straight to the killing. I wouldn’t put it past her, that was for damn certain.
“What?” She said, feeling my eyes on her, her lips curling into a shy smile as her eyes met mine. “I don’t think you can get cold feet after the wedding.”
Her jade eyes sparkled with that smile, hitting me straight in the chest like a piercing arrow.
“My decisions are written in stone, Fiore mio. And when it comes to you, they’re convictions I’ll take to the grave.”
Elena smiled wider, turning her head back towards the path that led to the house, minding her step on the shallow snow.
