Vow to Me: A Mafia Arranged Marriage (The Romano Empire Book 1)

Chapter Thirty-Two

The island that the Romano’s own is truly beautiful. I’ve never seen sand so white, water so clear, skies so blue. I was apprehensive about coming here once Luca told me the story of his mother. This place is clearly a very special place for his family so I felt like I would be intruding on their sanctum or something.

I’m sitting on the kitchen counter nursing a coffee while looking out of the patio doors at the view of the ocean as the sun rises. For the first time ever, I’m awake before Luca and it’s fucking weird, but I think it may have a little something to do with the six-hour nap I took yesterday on the jet.

Once we arrived, Luca gave me a tour of the villa—if that’s what you can call it, its fucking huge—before Rosita cooked us supper and he took me to bed and cuddled me to sleep. He still hasn’t fucking touched me, and the man is driving me insane.

Before I met him, I would go months without sex and it wouldn’t never bother me, now I’m reduced to a pile of crazy lustful hormones which he won’t fucking satisfy for whatever ridiculous reason he’s cooked up in that head of his.

I’m so lost in thought that I don’t even notice Luca stood in the doorway staring at me. Considering I usually pride myself on being able to sense people, I’m a little pissed that I didn’t hear him come in.

“I woke up and you were gone,” he states casually, but there’s an emotional storm behind his eyes, yet I can’t pinpoint what emotion it is.

“I’ve slept more in the past week than I normally would in a month,” I say with a shrug, and he stalks towards me, reaching me within three strides. He steps in between my legs, wraps his arms around my waist and presses a kiss to my lips. “I didn’t like waking up without you beside me, you should wake me next time.”

“You deserve rest too. Besides, I kinda liked being the first one up for once,” I say with a grin and take a sip of my coffee.

He reaches his hand up and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “Mmm, you missed out on waking up in bed with me though, is that really a good thing?” he says and takes my coffee from me, bringing the mug to his mouth and taking a sip.

“Depends. Are you over whatever ridiculous notions you have about touching me yet?”

“You want me to touch you wife?” he says and runs his hands up and down my thighs. “Have you missed me kissing you here?” He rubs his thumb over my clit above my panties.

“Have you missed tasting me Iz? Have you missed me fucking that tight little cunt until your walls pulse and you’re milking me dry?” He leans forwards and swipes his tongue up my neck. “Have you missed me making you scream my name while you fall apart underneath me?”

Luca brings his lips to mine and devours my mouth like he’s been starved and I’m his only source of nutrition. He tastes like my coffee and sin, I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him into a deeper kiss while moaning into his mouth.

“Do you need me baby? Do you need me to take care of the ache that’s been building all week while I haven’t touched you? Tell me, Izzy, did you touch yourself to thoughts of me fucking you? Spanking you? Teasing your clit with my tongue while finger fucking you?”

“Yes… all of it. I need you, Luca… please,” I moan and plead with him, desperate for him to touch me, fuck me, use me, just do something.

“Lie back, baby... I want my breakfast,” he whispers as he lowers me down so that I’m laid across the kitchen counter, ass to the edge while he removes my panties and presses kisses up my thighs before he reaches my sex and pressing an open-mouthed kiss to my clit, making me arch my back and moan his name,

“Fuck, Izzy. You’re fucking soaked,” he rasps against me before circling his tongue around the bundle of nerves and inserting two fingers inside me. “You need me to take care of you, huh?” he says between licks. “Say it.”

I groan and whimper while he continues working me with both his fingers and tongue. “Fucking say it, Izzy,” he murmurs against me.

“Yes… fuck. I need you,” I groan, and he increases his pace until I’m writhing beneath him, I need more, I need something, fuck. As if sensing I’m on the edge, he nips my clit with his teeth and the sharp pain coupled with his fingers hitting my g-spot has me spiraling into an orgasm while bucking against him, coating his face with my juices as I cry out.

Once I come down from my high, Luca releases his grip on my thighs and helps me sit up. Before I can reach for him, he’s already turning his back on me pulling ingredients out of the fridge.

What the fuck is happening?

Like, seriously. What. The. Fuck

“What are you doing?”

“Making breakfast,” he says as if it’s obvious, but the smirk he throws at me from over his shoulder tells me he’s teasing.

“What if I wanted something of a different variety for breakfast?” I ask and flash my brows which makes him chuckle.

“Trust me, I’d love nothing more than have you drop to your knees and fuck your mouth with my cock until I’m coming down your pretty throat or flip you over and fuck you in the middle of this kitchen. But we have plans today, and you need to eat,” he says and tips his head towards the bedroom in a get a move on gesture. I sigh before hopping off the counter, I press a kiss to his cheek as I pass him before leaving him in the kitchen to get ready for the day.

I must still be in my post-orgasm high because I didn’t even bother to ask what these plans we have are.

Shopping

Fucking shopping.

Does he not know me at all? Or is he just trying to fucking torture me?

After we ate breakfast and Luca took a quick shower, he drove us from the island to Capri on a speedboat, where I’m now standing in the middle of Louis Vuitton, wondering whether the locals would mind if I strangled my fucking husband for bringing me here.

This is my worst fucking nightmare, we’ve already been to three different stores where I followed Luca around as he picked up different dresses, shoes, bikini’s and what-the-fuck-ever else caught his eye that I apparently need.

“Tomasso couldn’t pack you much because you didn’t have much to begin with. We’re here to remedy that.” He said as if I gave a fuck about the size of my closet or which brands of clothes I own.

I grew up with more than enough money, wearing clothes that I hated because my father wanted me to dress like the other girls my age in our circle did.

I’d be perfectly content wearing an oversized tee and a pair of shorts from Target, but no. Of course, that isn’t good enough.

“Is this the part where you start trying to change me? Dress me up like a doll, use me as your plaything? What’s next, you start telling me what I can and cannot say when were in public, telling me how to act? This is how it starts you know,” I say with a raised eyebrow.

He tips his head back and stares at the ceiling as if he’s praying to the lord to give him strength. It goes on for so long I’m about to ask him what the hell is so interesting about it but his dark gaze pins me in places and keeps my mouth quiet before I can.

“The last thing I want to do it change you, you’re fucking perfect just the way you are. You don’t like anything in these stores? That’s fine, I’ll take you somewhere else. You want to order online? Also fine. What’s not fine is having six or seven outfits because you left the rest of your things back in Chicago. What’s not fine is you thinking I’m doing this for any reason other than to spoil you. I’ve done nothing but accept every single thing about you, Izzy. I love how you’re nothing like the spoilt little princesses you grew up with, I love that you have a backbone and don’t take any shit, from anyone, including me. I love that you challenge me and aren’t afraid to speak your mind.”

He steps in front of me grasps my chin with his thumb and forefinger to tip my head up so my eyes clash with him and the sincerity in his gaze makes me heart ache. His words hit me right in the chest and it has my throat closing and my eyes stinging. I blink away the sensation before tears can start to fall.

How did I find a man that knows me so perfectly and accepts all of me? From an arranged marriage, no less.

A tidal wave of emotions hit me, and I realize that the one thing I never thought would happen, happened. It came out of nowhere and the realization threatens to bring me to my knees.

Holy shit.

How?

I made a promise to myself years ago that I wouldn’t allow myself to fall in love. After seeing the change in my father after he lost Mama, I vowed to never fall for a man, to let a man change me, for better or worse. I stare into Luca’s eyes, he”s looking at me so intently, the kindness in his gaze showing that every word he just said to me is the truth.

Oh fuck.

What does this mean?

Do I tell him? What if he doesn’t feel the same? We were forced into his union after all, what if he thinks its fucking ridiculous that I could love him after such a short amount of time? What if he—

He must sense the change in my demeanor and sense me panicking because his voice cuts through my thoughts, bringing them to a screeching halt before I can spiral even further.

“What just happened? Where did you go?” he asks, and I stare at him with wide eyes and no answers to his questions. I swallow the lump in my throat but can’t bring myself to answer him, I can’t. I just fucking can’t.

What would I even say? Oh. don’t worry, I just realized I’m in love with you, thanks for buying me all the dresses and shoes and shit. I think the fuck not.

I shake my head and pray he doesn’t push it further. Luckily, he takes the hint that I can’t voice my thoughts right now and instead changes the subject, guiding me out of the store and towards the little café we planned on going to for lunch.