I roll on top, caging her beneath me in one swift movement, holding my kitten prisoner in the protection of my arms.My lips hover slightly above hers, barely touching her with a kiss that causes her to shudder.Her eyes are wide.My brave and fearless kitten knows exactly what she wants and has developed a strong sense of what she likes sexually.My chest fills with pride knowing she wants this, craves it even, and wants it to be with me, even though no promise of forever has been made.
Every inch of her is covered in my kisses, my lips, tongue and teeth feasting on every delectable part of Sophia.Savoring the sweet taste of her tongue as it dances with my own, and the tips of her breasts swollen with desire while my finger caresses her slit.My kitten is wet enough for someone experienced, but for someone barely stretched, I plan to help her along.I run my finger through the solution laid out on the table hours ago, coating it with the lubricant before slowly inserting it into the tight ring of her backside.
Sophia loves it this time just as much as she did before, planting her toes underneath my legs as I give her two fingers and a little more.Her eyes roll as I lick her clit getting her used to the fullness, letting her acclimate.“Massimo,” she says, barely audible as she breathes through the pleasure and fullness.I scissor my fingers, helping my kitten stretch before inserting a third.Her eyes go wide but I soothe her with my voice.“You’re doing so good, kitten,” I praise, slowly sinking them as deeply as possible, inserting one into her wet little pussy, curving my finger as I withdraw to rake against her g-spot, ensuring the pleasure will make her squirm.
Her mouth opens in that lovely little O.My kitten is absolutely perfect, taking three fingers and moaning my name as she waits for more.I shift to my knees, removing my fingers to replace with the head of my dick as I circle her tight ring.“Breathe in and then don’t tense, kitten.I want you to push out, not clench.”
My kitten obeys me perfectly and the head of my dick slides right past the ring as she does exactly what I asked.I still for a moment, letting her acclimate to the size, the sheer girth, so different then the width of three fingers and so much harder before sinking deep, right to the end of her, bringing her with me, claiming my kitten’s ass for the very first time.A place no one has ever been but me and fuck if that doesn’t make me feel like a king.I am relentless in my pursuit, watching her carefully as her body squeezes my dick like a vice.When I know she’s right on the edge, I drive harder loving the way she lifts to accept me even deeper before she begins to shake on the end of my dick while screaming my name.
Sophia is so tired that I carry her to the shower, only letting her feet settle on the stone of the shower floor when I know she is steady on her feet.The warm water washes over us while I soap our bodies from head to toe.Sophia blushes so pretty as I clean her in the most intimate of ways, shampooing and conditioning her hair and rinsing us both before turning off the water and drying her with a cashmere towel from the heated rack.I place another dry towel around her and fasten it in between her breasts.“Dry your hair kitten.I’m going to go downstairs and get us something to eat.”
“That sounds amazing.I’m absolutely famished.”I head downstairs in only a towel, automatically regretting not having a luncheon or anything after the ceremony, but what would have been the point?My father would have just ruined it.The downstairs lights are off as I make my way to the kitchen, thankful for Layna, who has left two plates covered with dome lids with a note on the top.
Take the lids off.Microwave for two minutes.Sophia will think you are an amazing cook.Layna.
I grin, making a mental note to give that woman a healthy raise.I follow the instructions and grab a couple of waters from the fridge.It’s late and while I’d love to ravage my new bride straight through to the morning hours, she needs her rest.And besides, I have firsthand knowledge that tomorrow, the polizia are going to be knocking on our door.
6
Sophia
Massimo grasps my hand tightly as we walk down the stairs for breakfast.The smell of bacon and eggs fill the air, causing my stomach to rumble as we enter the light-filtered kitchen.Layna smiles brightly as we make our way to the table on the far side of the kitchen.Unlike the dining room table, it is cozy and would actually be a great place to sit, if it weren’t for the two dark sets of eyes belonging to his younger brothers who are watching me with interest.
Massimo does not seem bothered at all.“What are you two doing here?Do you not have food at your own house?Surely, you’re not here to steal the best cook in all the land?”
“I might be,” Angelo says.“The life of a bachelor with no one to cook for him is just not the same as all this.”
“Layna is not going anywhere with the likes of you.Besides, you choose to live in the city penthouse in the sky, with no one to intrude on your privacy.You have choices, Gino.”
Leandro and Angelo both grin, and the smiles even light their eyes.Massimo pulls out a seat for me, and I sit beside Angelo.“Nice to formally meet you, Angelo,” I tell him.
He laughs off the formality while snagging a piece of buttered toast from the platter in front of us.“No one calls me that but the people who collect the bills and people I need to pay.Call me Gino.”
I give him a smile.“Very well, Gino.Nice to meet you.”
Massimo plates food for the both of us, and Leandro pours coffee while Layna fusses with toast to bring us more of the homemade bread that’s scenting the air with its fresh-baked aroma.
Elsie comes into the kitchen wringing her hands.“Sir, we have guests at the door.”But by the look on Massimo’s face as he reads his phone, I have no doubt he knows exactly what’s going on.The first thing that crosses my mind is my father, or Papa’s men are here.They were too late to stop the wedding but now they’ve come just the same.Fear grips my insides causing my blood to race at the thought of a bloody mafia war between two men I love, Papa and Massimo.
I swallow the last of a bit of toast and down a large gulp of freshly squeezed orange juice, suddenly very warm and anxious, although we should have all been prepared for the day the Cassones fought back.The Cassones never bow down, always defend what is theirs.They just usually do it far sooner.No matter that it wasn’t right away though.In the pit of my stomach, deep inside I always knew it was going to happen one way or another.At least until now, I had hoped.All I want now is for them to go away and leave me in peace.Clearly, I am no longer in control of my feelings for Massimo, the dark-eyed devil who has managed to steal my heart.
Massimo’s phone buzzes again and my chest tightens.“My father?”I ask.
His eyebrows knit with concern.“No kitten.The polizia are here.You’ll tell them what happened the night of the yacht explosion, no more or less than they ask for.You have nothing to hide,” he says, standing and tossing his white linen napkin on the table.
Massimo brushes a piece of hair from my face and leans down to whisper in my ear.“Only what we spoke of.Nothing else but silence, capisce?”he says, giving a nod to both of his brothers.
I inhale a deep breath.“Yes.”My father may not be involved in this after all.The polizia, I can handle.Papa and his soldiers have trained me well.I’m not going to give them ammunition to bury any of us with.They were in the wrong.The Amorte boys barged onto the yacht, intending to kill us, yet it’s not in our code to squeal.To turn the rival into the polizia instead of handling it ourselves.In our own way, and in our own time.That’s how we do things, it’s always been that way.
I have no doubt that Massimo and his brothers and perhaps even Massimo’s father have devised a way to make the Amortes pay for their deeds in addition to losing the male family members they sent, but right now, I need to focus on turning the attention of the police away from us.
“Have them brought into the great room with coffee,” Massimo tells Elsie.
“Yes, sir,” she says, disappearing as Leandro gives Massimo a dark look.“It will be fine,” Massimo says.“Nothing I wasn’t expecting, just not quite this fucking early in the morning.”
“I’ll keep your breakfast warm,” Layna says, gathering the plates as we all stand.
A heads up would have been nice but maybe he was going to ease me into the first day as his wife before dropping this little bombshell on me right away.No doubt, life with Massimo will not be dull.He takes my arm and leads the way into the great room while his brothers quietly trail behind us.
