“I hear that it hurts—you know, the first time,” she stuttered.
“Only for a second, and I promise to make this good for you, Isabella.” He wasn’t sure that he’d be able to keep that promise if she kept staring at his cock, but he wanted to try.
“I think you need to be naked now, too,” he growled. He pulled her to the end of the bed, helping her to stand so that he could get her out of her dress. She turned, letting him unzip her dress, and when it hit the ground, he realized that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
He sucked in air, “You’re not wearing any undergarments, honey,” he said. It sounded as though he was accusing her of wrongdoing when he actually wanted to praise her.
“I didn’t have time to go out and pick up any sexy lingerie, so I decided not to wear any.” He pressed himself against her bare back and palmed her breasts. She was a perfect handful for him, and the way that she leaned back against him, moaning out her pleasure—well, that was damn near perfect.
“You’re so fucking hot, Isabella,” he breathed into her ear. “You don’t need sexy lingerie.” That was the truth. She was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen, and she was his. Luca’s possessive nature was in full throttle since Isabella said her vows, and now, it was even worse. He wanted her, and if he didn’t keep his cool, he’d end up taking what he wanted and not keeping his promise to make her first time special.
“Will you fuck me now?” she moaned.
“No,” he whispered, running his hand down her body. “Spread your legs.” She did as he asked, and he couldn’t help but praise her. “Good girl.”
Isabella moaned as he ran his fingers through her wet folds. “That feels good,” she hummed.
“I want this to be more than good, baby,” he whispered, withdrawing his fingers. She mewled in protest, and he couldn’t help his chuckle as he dropped to his knees in front of her.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered. She didn’t hesitate to do as he asked, lying back on the bed. He spread her legs again and settled between them. She damn near bucked off the bed when he licked through her pussy.
“Hold still,” he ordered. She whimpered and nodded down at him, covering her eyes with her hands. “Look at me,” he demanded, not wanting her to hide from him.
She looked down her body, and he smiled up at her as he held her down to the bed, licking through her folds again. This time, she moaned out her pleasure, but kept still for him. And when Isabella came, shamelessly riding his mouth, taking what she needed from him, he knew that he’d never get enough of her.
Luca kissed his way up her body. “Are you ready?” he asked. She smiled at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.
“Ready,” she said against his lips. He hated that this next part was going to hurt her, but bring him so much pleasure, but he knew that it wouldn’t last forever. He slowly pushed through her opening, his cock throbbing with need. He tried to go slowly until she begged him to fill her. When he finally pushed past that last line, her body tensed under him, and Luca stilled instantly. His hand came up, gripping her jaw lightly—not to control her, but to anchor her.
“Hey,” he said low. “Stay with me.” Her breath shook, but her eyes stayed locked on his.
“I’m with you, Luca,” she assured. He still waited, not moving or pushing her for more yet. He gave her a second, and then another, until the tension eased and she leaned into him instead of away. That was the moment he’d been waiting for.
Luca moved again, slower this time, watching her reaction, adjusting to her—not taking, not pushing, but matching her thrust for thrust. He was giving her as much control as he possibly could. She held onto him like he meant something to her—like she wasn’t going anywhere. The room felt as though it had disappeared after that. There was no war, and no family vendettas—just her.
The way she said his name under her breath, and the way her body adjusted to him instead of fighting him, told him all that he needed to know. She meant it when she promised to stay with him. He didn’t want to label what they had between them, but a part of him knew that he was falling for her. In such a short time, Isabella had come to mean more to him than any other person had in a damn long time. She was his family now.
Luca waited for her to cry out his name, and then, he found his own release. He pumped into her body, spilling his seed deep inside of her, and the only thing he could say was, “Mine.” Because she was his now, whether she liked it or not. Luca was breathing heavier than he should’ve been, his forehead pressed briefly to hers as he steadied himself.
It wasn’t just about the sex or his release. It meant something to be with Isabella like this. His hand slid to the back of her neck, holding her there for a second longer than necessary. “You okay?” he asked.
Her lips parted slightly. “Yeah,” she said, gifting him with a smile.
“Will you stay here with me?” he asked. As far as he was concerned, she was his wife now and belonged in his bed every night, but he wanted her to want to be there with him.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she promised.
Luca’s mouth curved faintly. “Thank you,” he said. He already knew that she’d stay with him, because the second she let him in, really let him in, what was happening between themstopped being just a claim. It had turned into something neither of them was walking away from. He wouldn’t say the “L” word yet, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t feeling that way towards his new bride. He just hoped like hell that he wasn’t the only one feeling that way.
Luca woke the next morning with his new wife plastered up against his side; her leg pinning his to the bed. He couldn’t think of a more perfect way to wake up. Well, maybe he could, but there was no time for morning sex if he was going to get to the office for his meeting.
Today was a big day for the Camorra family because today, he would announce to the rest of the families that he had married Isabella, making her his. He’d announce his claim and seal their two families together, making her untouchable.
Isabella wanted to go with him, and a part of him wanted to tell her no and keep her locked away at home. But the families needed to see them presenting a united front, and with Isabella by his side, they’d be just that.
He walked into the conference room, where the other families had gathered, holding Isabella’s hand in his own. The room was built for intimidation with its high ceilings, dark wood, and long table carved from a single slab like it had been ripped out of something ancient and unbreakable. There were no windows, so that there would be no distractions—just power. And tonight, all of it was his.
Luca stood at the head of the table, one hand resting lightly against the surface, the other at his side. Isabella stood just behind him, to the right—exactly where she needed to be. She was visible, untouchable, and his.
