Her face heats, cheeks as red as her lips as she searches for more kisses, drunk on my love. And I bury myself onefinal time inside her velvety pussy before I groan out loud and explode in pure bliss, getting my seed deep inside her.
I peck her cheeks, leaving kisses everywhere while we’re both panting after getting lost in sin. I just want to shower her in kisses, every single second of the day, if she would let me.
“Oh God,” she mutters.
I raise a brow. “Yes, Tesoro?”
She laughs and playfully slaps me on the shoulder. “Oh my God, you arrogant son of a bitch.”
I grab her hand and place kisses all over the top with a filthy smirk on my face. “Tell me I’m wrong, then.”
She rolls her eyes but still smiles. She and I both know she wanted nothing more than to be fucked raw by Matteo De Silva, and she finally got her wish.
I can only hope I’ve lived up to her expectations. That would be my wish.
That … and perhaps to make her forget she ever hated me to begin with.
Stella will always be my wife, after all. In good times and bad times, forevermore. She is mine. I just hope she’ll find it in her heart to forgive me for stealing her freedom … one day.
Stella
Matteo rolls off me and slowly breathes in and out while I stare at the ceiling, wondering how I let myself slip so far off the deep end that I let lust take control.
Fuck. We just had sex. I had sex with a Mafia lord. This can’t be more unreal.
If I told my past self that I’d be here, right now, in this bed, next to him, I thought I’d be lying.
I turn my head to look at the handsome, tattooed man next to me as he runs his fingers through his brown hair.
Could there ever be a chance for us to be something more than just a husband and wife who hate each other? We both wanted this so badly. Maybe there is a way forward through all of this insanity.
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” he asks.
“What?”
“You want to leave,” he says. It’s not a question. It’s an absolute statement, and it’s as if he can look into my head.
I place my hand on his cheek to gently caress him, and he smiles and places his hand on top of mine, leaning into it. “It’s okay,” he says. “I’m not going to be mad.” His nostrils flare. “I know you don’t want to be my wife.”
There’s a long pause as I think. “What if ...?”
“What is it, Tesoro?” he asks.
I swallow. “I want to ask you something, but you have to promise me you’ll answer truthfully and that you won’t get upset.”
He smiles again and brings my hand to his mouth to kiss it. “Anything for you, Tesoro.”
I clear my throat. “Will you kill Lucio for me?”
His brows furrow. “I don’t think that’s the conversation we should be having right now.”
I sit up in bed and pull the sheets up to cover myself. “Well, I think it is. Lucio is the only one who’s standing between us.”
He narrows his eyes. “I doubt that. The only thing standing between you and me is my stubbornness and your forgiveness,” he says, raising a brow. “Which I understand I don’t deserve, but I will work for it, I promise. I am as stubborn as a goat, after all.”
He winks and tries to kiss my hand again, but I pull it away.
“There’s something you can do to earn my forgiveness, you know,” I say. “I want Lucio dead. It’s the only way to fix this.”
