The smile on his face drops, his eyes flash with lust, and his fingers thrust back into me. I grip his hair in my hand and buck against him. His gaze stays fixated on me. I thrust harder. I buck into him, and he takes every crash against his face. I start to gasp as my muscles tighten, my balls pull up, and I groan, then yell out as I come deep in his throat. I hold my hips against his face as I scream out his name.
Every pulse makes me twinge against him, and when I finish coming, my fingers relax in his hair. I sag against the bed out of breath, my breathing heaving and ragged, but he slowly crawls up my body as he drags his fingers from my ass, replacing them with the tip of his hot, throbbing cock.
“This ass is mine.” He slams into me. He kisses my chest. “This heart is mine.” And then he crashes his lips to mine as hiships punish me, crashing against me as I gasp at every intrusion. When he pulls back from the kiss, he growls. “You are mine.”
I nod and can’t help but smile as he slams into me again. He slides his hands around me, gripping my ass tight before rolling us. As his back hits the bed, his hands slip to the back of my knees.
He pulls them towards him, leaving me straddling him on the bed. I gasp as fuck he’s so much further inside me, my hands slam against his chest as I try to ease back a little, but he grips my hips and slides me back and forth.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, shit,” I gasp, and he grins up at me, and his grip tightens on my hips. I can feel his fingers starting to bruise my skin. The way he drags me back and forth is tantalising. My skin feels like it’s buzzing.
My eyes widen as I gasp, and there’s a moment of realisation on his face. There’s a wave of concentration that darkens it, and he starts dragging me in the same spot. My chest flushes, my breath catches, and I roar his name. My body clenches down on him, and I actually scream out. It’s unintelligible as my eyes roll in my head, my body freezes, and I try to gasp for breath. Bellino thrusts into me as I scream, his resolve completely gone, his movements choppy and unmeasured as he roars. His hot cum fires into me.
I gasp and flop, but he bucks his hips and throws me on my back as his thrusts carry on regardless. He powers into me, I hold my breath, and I see stars and feel like I’m plugging into the power grid as I come. My dick pulses between us as he keeps pounding. He slams his hips against mine and holds me tight as we both breathe. I stare at him, wondering what the hell just happened, because it’s never felt like that before.
My body is alive, and I’m totally aware of every cell as the blood rushes through my system. His arms shake, and he collapses against me. His head rests on my chest, his dick slowlywithdraws, and I shudder as cum seeps out between my ass cheeks. My cum cools, getting sticky between us.
I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight. He kisses my chest as my fingers slide over his hair. I grip him against me, and I hold on because I can’t imagine my life without him now.
He holds me all night, wrapping me tight in his grasp. He nuzzles into my neck and kisses my shoulder, but he’s holding back, thinking I’m still asleep. I wriggle against him, and he groans and nips at my shoulder. I want him. I need him. It still feels so surreal.
I’m married to a man. I’m married to a mobster. How did I even get here? And I find in that moment that I don’t care how, I just know that I’m actually happy for the first time in my life.
Bellino
Chapter Thirty-Four
I watch him all the time. I’m mesmerised by him, but he’s hiding, hiding from the world. He really needs to get back to uni. I put a call in to the dean, and we arrive at a solution.
I step into the pool area. He’s doing lengths, and I watch as he cuts through the water. His body shimmers, taunting me with its deliciousness, with the glistening of his skin in the water. He’s given himself to me, totally I can feel it, but now I need to do something I’ve never done before. I need to not be selfish. I need to put him first. It’s a foreign concept. I need to push him back into the world. I don’t want him to lose himself.
I like that spark. I like it when he pushes back, and I want him to keep his confidence. I don’t want him to forget who he is, even though now he’s mine and mine alone.
He pulls himself from the pool, and I step towards him holding the towel, my gaze eats up every inch of his sinful skin,his long, lean body—it shimmers as the water trickles down his beautiful skin, and those tiny trunks he wears leave nothing to the imagination. I want him right now. I bite my lip because he looks good enough to eat. He steps against me, and I wrap him in the towel. He kisses my cheek, and I tighten my grip and crash him into me as he gasps. I crash my lips to his, and he relaxes against me. I chuckle as I take from him, and he just gives in to me.
“Come on, lil’ lamb. You need an early night. You’ve got a busy day tomorrow.”
Leonardo pulls back, staring up at me. “What’s happening tomorrow?”
“You’re going back to uni.” He sighs and tries to pull away. “Lil’ lamb.” My voice is stern, and he tries to look away.
“There’s no point. I’ve missed too much.”
“Well, the dean and I had a conversation, and it will take a little extra work, but there’s no reason you can’t finish the year and graduate.”
He sighs and tries to pull away. “And then what?”
“I thought you wanted to be an architect?” I frown at him because that’s what he says he wanted.
“Yeah, but we’re married now.”
“Wait, you wanna be a Stepford wife? You want to be a househusband? That’ll be enough for you?”
“You’ll let me go back?”
“I may be an arsehole, Leonardo, but I will not stand in the way of school. You want to be an architect? Do it. Prove you’re more than the man you’re married to. You will go back with a security detail, though. That, lil’ lamb, is non-negotiable!”
He stares up at me. Waiting. Watching. Searching for my reaction.
