Chapter 29
That night, Dylan and I slipped away to a room at Gritti Palace after the concert. I knew my friends had questions, but they would have to wait.
News of Strand’s real identity broke around the world. It eclipsed the story that Street Entertainment’s acquisition of Uzano Properties had also been blocked by a last-minute board vote spearheaded by Dylan Street and his wife, Isabella Uzano.
All the world wanted to know about Strand, and the only thing I wanted was to make love to my husband, but first, I needed him to get me out of my wedding dress.
“Leo said there was a ribbon,” I said as Dylan worked the buttons on the back of my dress.
“You are wrapped up tighter than a Christmas present, Mrs. Street,” Dylan said, his tone focused but playful.
“Pull it. Rip it. Fucking cut me out of this dress if you need to, and I never agreed to change my name.”
Dylan laughed, as he found the bow. The thick, silk-and-lace dress fell to my feet. He held my hand as I stepped out of the skirt, wearing nothing but a corset, lace panties, a garter, and stockings.
Dylan’s smile vanished as he looked at me. His dark eyes sparkled with desire.
“Thank you, Mr. Street,” I said, playfully spinning a strand of my hair. “I am your wife tonight, and I need you to come inside me.”
“My wife, tonight,” he said.
“Yes, tonight.”
With every word I spoke, my body opened more. His songs were our foreplay. My sex was wet with desire. The only thing I wanted was to feel his hard cock sliding into me and I wanted him now.
“Fuck, yes,” he said, lifting me in the air. He kissed me as he carried me to our wedding bed. The sheets cool beneath my body, I unhooked my corset and slid off my panties and stockings while Dylan unbuckled his pants and dropped them to the floor.
His coat, shirt, and briefs came off next. Watching him undress, my breathing grew shallow, my pussy aching with need. “Now?” I said, unable to look away from his gorgeous cock.
“Now,” Dylan answered. He crawled over me, first reaching for a condom. He slipped it on as he knelt between my spread legs before lowering his body onto mine.
His arms on either side of me, his hips just above my pussy, the tip of his throbbing cock at my entrance. I lifted my hips up as he slid inside of me.
“Ahhhhh,” I gasped.
We cried out with every thrust, unable to contain our passion. Our lovemaking was not a slow building fire, but a roaring flame that could not be controlled.
“Faster. Faster, please.” I raised my hips and spread my legs wider. He couldn’t be close or deep enough.
“Fuck,” Dylan said, eyes hooded as he drove into me stroke after stroke. “Fuck, yes. Fuck.”
I was so close to coming. The tension inside of me coiled and tensed, ready to unfurl. My head rock backed, eyes closed. I felt dizzy and tingling remembering the sound of his voice as he sang to me.
“Oh, Fuck, Bella,” he said.
My body tightened around his hard cock as he drove into me. My clit throbbed and pulsed, ready to explode as I remembered his words.
My truth, I love you
Our truth, I love you
I love you
I shattered, crying out his name. My body quaked and rippled with an orgasm that sent me spinning and falling as the pulse of Dylan’s release joined with mine.
Every throb of his cock anchored me to this world, to this bed. Our bodies melted into one, the pulse of our pleasure beating in time together.
His elbows on either side of me, his cock was still pressed deep inside me. Dylan’s brown eyes stared into mine. “My body belongs inside of you,” he said. “You feel like home.”
“Oh really,” I said, pretending to be jealous. “Just how many homes has your dick tried out before me?”
“I can’t remember,” he said. He kissed my forehead. “Once I found you, nothing that happened before mattered.”
“I like that,” I said, as he slid out of me. Our bodies spooning, he put one hand over my breast, gently playing with my hard nipple sending small aftershocks through my body.
I was drunk on orgasms and never wanted it to end. “How do you do this to me?”
“Your body was made for me,” he said, rolling me towards him. His dark hair fell across his forehead, his red lips finding my nipple. He sucked and nibbled as I arched my back, shocked that my body had any pleasure left to find.
The connection between us reached beyond the physical. Our souls were intertwined. Uninhibited and wild, I discovered new places inside myself. I made new noises foreign and freeing while we fucked.
I was a virgin to this depth of pleasure. This was a new world. I wanted to spread my legs and pull him into the warmest part of me where we melted together as husband and wife.
I awoketo sunlight streaming through the windows. Dylan lay beside me eyes closed, his chest rising and falling in an even steady rhythm. I ran my fingers down his back, drawing hearts until he opened his gorgeous eyes.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Good morning.”
“Is it time for breakfast, Mrs. Street?”
I laughed and raised my eyebrows. “I told you, Mr. Street, I am not changing my name.”
“And are you divorcing me today?” he asked, his tone playful, but I sensed real emotion in his question.
“Not today,” I said, picking up my phone from the nightstand. Four missed calls and ten missed texts. Three calls from Roberto. One from my mother. No voicemails. I checked my texts.
Roberto:
Find me today. We should talk.
Mama:
Are you okay??
Papa:
How could you do this.
Reading my father’s message, I shivered. At some point Dylan and I would leave this warm bed and have to face the real world.
“What is it?” Dylan said, sitting beside me. He scooted up against the white pillows, his phone in his hand, scrolling through messages, too.
“The news is out,” I said. “Papa wants to see me.”
“I imagine he is angry.”
“Angry I saved his company.”
“It’s your company, too, Bella.”
I wasn’t sure what to say since the company had always belonged to my family, but hearing Dylan say those words, I realized I never thought it belonged to me.
“And you are sure you will be okay with the world knowing who you are?” I asked. “You let the cat out of the bag, you know.”
“I did.” He nodded, lips pursed. “I am no longer Strand. I love my music. I love to play. Strand was a crutch that enabled me to hide from the world. I don’t want to hide anymore, Bella. You showed me that.”
I leaned across the bed and kissed him. His lips felt warm and soft pressed against mine.
“What about James?” I asked. “Did you hear from him?”
“Oh, fuck yes,” he said. “Big brother started messaging me last night. I turned off the phone.”
“Will he forgive you?”
Dylan shrugged. “James and I have been through a lot. I don’t need his permission or forgiveness anymore.”
“He isn’t going to be furious that you married me?”
“I don’t really care what he thinks, what anyone thinks. I love you.” He looked at me, his eyes wide. “I am going to spend the rest of my life making you believe me. Truth?”
“Truth,” I said.
“The moment I saw you, I was in love.”
“Love at first sight,” I said. My voice was calm and totally at odds with my hammering heart.
“I saw you and something shifted. I told myself it wasn’t real, but I had to have you. From that moment onward, all I wanted was to make love to you.”
“Oh, you are a naughty boy,” I said, giggling.
“I’m not playing, Bella,” he said, his voice serious. He leaned on his side and ran a finger over my forehead. “When you asked me to spend the night with you, I knew I should leave, but I couldn’t. Sleeping with you was never the plan.
And when I had the chance, I took it, and once I touched you, I was never the same. Marrying you was what you needed to save your business. It was what I needed for my soul. I can’t live without you.”
“You know, this is a terrible way to start a marriage,” I said. “Most people date for a while.”
“Oh, is it a marriage now?”
“Today it is,” I said, taking his face in my hands. I climbed on top of him, sitting above his waist. I could feel his body tightening up beneath me, his breath changing.
“I’m confirming again. You are not going to the divorce attorney today?” he asked.
“Nope, not today.”
“I’ll take that.”
I giggled, my hair falling in front of my eyes. He brushed it off my face.
“You are so beautiful,” he said. “I want to be with you forever. I want to make all your dreams come true.”
“Excellent,” I said. “Because right now, I have this dream that you make me come so hard I scream before breakfast.”
“Happy wife, happy life,” he said. “Roll over, gorgeous. I want to leave this room tasting you.”
His lips moved down my body and I sighed. I ran my fingers through his hair, while his tongue and mouth kissed me awake until I came.
Yes, I could wait to divorce him until another day.