Chapter 14 #2
Before long, I was on her floor and staring at the white door to her room. The number blurred in front of me. Room 214. My heart thundered fast, and my hands shook so badly that I dropped the key card.
I swiped once. Red light.
"Shit."
Then again. Green light.
The first thing that greeted me was the sound of some love song playing softly in the background, and my heart sank to my stomach. The fear that I had been trying to downplay on the nerve-inducing ride was now fully realised.
The main lights had been dimmed and a soft glow coming from the bedroom area was the only source of light.
There, in the centre of the super king-size bed, was my wife. My breath caught at the sight, and ripples of pain climbed my body until they strangled my throat. My knees almost buckled from under me as I took in the devastating sight.
Millie was laid out in a pose meant to seduce.
Her long, dark locks were spread out behind her as she leaned back on her elbows.
One slim leg cast over the other. She wore a black lace bodysuit with a deep plunging neckline that left nothing to the imagination.
Her make-up was immaculate. She looked absolutely gorgeous.
I wanted to die.
"Where is he?" The question was ripped from my throat, and my fists clenched in uncontrolled fury.
Millie did not react as expected, her smooth brows coming down in puzzlement. Christ, she didn't even look sorry. "What?"
"Where. Is. He?"
Without waiting for a response, I stormed towards the bathroom, kicking the door open in dramatic fashion. I heard a rustling on the bed as Millie scrambled from her provocative position. I slapped on the light, my gaze bouncing around the empty room.
"Alessio!" she called out.
I yanked open the shower curtains, expecting to see him crouching in the corner like a little coward.
Empty.
Relief washed over me, and the tightness in my chest waned slightly. I came just in time, it seemed.
But I still wasn't done.
I stormed back to the main room, ignoring Millie as she watched me on her knees on the bed, a worried expression marring her face. She should be worried—for him—once I got my hands around his wimpy little neck.
I did a clean sweep of the room, flinging back the curtains, checking under the bed in case he was a scrawny little thing who could somehow squeeze himself into four inches of space. The last thing to check was the flimsy wardrobe. Empty.
I faced my wife, my eyes dropping to her pink nipples that were like beacons through the material of her lingerie. One glance down told me that her teddy was crotchless. I couldn't see past the red-hot rage that was starting to seep into the edges of my vision.
With a growl, I yanked my tie all the way off, my imagination running wild about who that teddy was for, and why they would need easy access.
Despite my anger and jealousy, I could feel my body responding to the seductive sight of my sexy wife in sheer lingerie.
I'd be damned if he got a taste of what was mine.
"He can't have you," I warned, eyes wild as they devoured her. "No man can have you."
I shrugged out of my jacket, discarding it carelessly on the floor.
"So you can plan these little clandestine rendezvous however many times you like," I growled, "but it won't matter.
I'll find out, and I'll be there. I'll tail you for the rest of my life if I have to.
I'll be your shadow. You won't be able to turn around without bumping into me. Wherever you are, so will I be."
Her beautiful eyes were wide and luminous as she watched me shed my clothes.
"It will be that way until it becomes clear to you."
Her little tongue snaked out to lick her lips. "What becomes clear to me?" she breathlessly asked.
I paused my movements, and I met her gaze with eyes strained in vulnerability. For the first time in my life, my heart was on my sleeve. "That you're mine." I licked my own dry lips and said the words I'd never given to another human before. "And that I love you."
She sucked her breath in, her bountiful breasts heaving at my confession. A confession that had been ripped out of my soul, where I had kept it sealed tightly beneath the surface. Where I could pretend it didn't exist.
But every day that I spent married to Millie, those threads of love that had been sewn so tightly within me began to loosen and unravel slowly.
Today, when I got that call from Gordon, the remaining pieces of that closely guarded emotion burst at the seams, and now that it was free, I couldn't quite believe that I hadn't figured it out any earlier.
Christ, we probably wouldn't be in this mess if I’d wised up sooner.
There was no going back now. No denying what I felt… what I suspected I'd felt all along.
Dio mio, I'd been a fool. An arrogant, stupid fool.
"I'm kicking myself that I didn't tell you sooner.
That I didn't put my pride aside and lay my heart at your feet when we were in Sicily.
I regret hurting you with every fibre of my being, amore mio.
Because the vision of you with another man makes me want to burn the world down.
When I spotted you walking out of that hotel in Wimbledon, knowing you had been with another man…
it hurt. It still hurts. It physically hurts.
So much so that at times it feels like I can hardly breathe. "
Her eyes turned glassy and her perfect lips rolled in. She pitied me, but I didn't even care. I would happily use her soft heart to keep her by my side.
"So if this is how you felt, I'm sorry." My voice cracked but I pushed on. "I am so fucking sorry for Annabelle, for Marguerite…for putting you through all that unnecessary pain."
I raked an agitated hand through my hair.
"I know it's hypocritical of me, but I don't care.
" I reached out and cupped her soft cheek.
"Please. Please do not be with anybody else.
I cannot bear it. I don't care if you do not love me, because I love you enough for the both of us.
If you give our marriage a chance—a real chance this time, I promise to be the best husband in the world to you.
I'll be faithful, loving, I'll put you first above everything—business, money, my family. "
"Alessio—"
"I'll give you your family hotels back," I interjected, fear of her rejection causing me to stumble over my words. I didn't know what I was promising, but it didn't matter. She was worth it.
"We'll move to the countryside, and I'll work half from home and commute the other.
I'll take you on holiday every month, just the two of us.
No." I shook my head. "You cannot do that because of your studies.
Well, I'll support you in that too. I'll buy you your own vet clinic when you graduate.
You'll be the most sought-after vet surgeon in all of the UK. "
Her eyes softened, and her hand reached up to cover mine. I knew I was rambling, and Millie most likely had no idea what I was saying or that I was even giving her time to process each new promise, but I was desperate. And so fucking scared.
Scared that if I let her speak, she'd gently shut me down. She'd ask me to leave, and then he would show up, and she'd carry on as if she hadn't ripped my heart out. Not that I would let that happen. The police would have to be called first before I let any man near her.
"I'll do anything you ask. Tell me what you want and it's yours," I begged. "Just please don't leave me. Please do not divorce me. I can be better, do better."
Her eyes were dewy, and a slice of renewed fear slithered down me. I was making her cry. She was going to tell me that she didn't want to be with me, but her tender heart would do it in the nicest way possible.
Well, fuck that. I knew one sure-fire way to get her on my page. It was something that came easily to us, that we had no problem falling into; even in the midst of an argument—or on the cusp of my wife leaving me for another man.
My hand reached down and cupped her pussy. Her bare pussy. Dio mio, I did not want to think about my wife lying here in wait for another man wearing a crotchless teddy.
With great effort, I pushed aside my jealousy and stroked her wet heat. I could feel her juices saturating my fingers, and my eyes flashed in triumph.
Millie's gaze changed from wet eyes to hooded lids. She licked those ruby-red lips of hers, pink slashing her cheeks as her breathing picked up.
"Alessio…" she whimpered as I rubbed at her slippery clit.
"Si…Alessio…say my name. Know who you belong to."
My other hand tipped her chin up, and satisfaction flared once again at the glazed look in her beautiful green eyes.
I bent my head and took her mouth in a bruising and punishing kiss.
Her unique and addicting taste exploded in my mouth as our tongues tangled desperately.
I swallowed her sweet moans as my mouth devoured hers.
I withdrew my hand from her wet pussy and held the glistening fingers to her mouth before stuffing two digits between those perfect lips.
I felt her little tongue move around my larger fingers, her eyes watering as I slid them further back.
Once I was satisfied that she'd sucked her taste away, I removed them and kissed her again.
"On the bed, arse in the air," I commanded once I came up for air.
"Alessio, can we—"
"Now." My tone left no room for argument.
She bit her lip, her stare turning excited and aroused at my authoritative tone.
She loved it when I started ordering her around in bed.
Without a word, she turned and presented me with her round arse.
Her head tilted to watch me, keeping eye contact, as she slid down onto her elbows.
It was a position she'd been in many times with me, but I'd never been hotter for it.
The evidence was clear in the pressure of my erection straining against my trousers.
My word, was she a sight to behold.
With a not-quite-steady hand, I smoothed over one perfect arse cheek. I petted it gently before raising and swatting my open palm down in a short, sharp slap.
Her breath hitched on a moan before she arched her back, silently asking for more. I soothed her pinkening arse before lifting my palm again to spank her.
She hid her moans in the mattress, her fingers gripping the sheet tightly as I spanked her perfect cheeks, three times on each.
"That's what you get for thinking you could fuck another man."
Her head shook against the bed, whimpering as I fondled her soaked pussy again. She turned her head to the side to face me. "Alessio, no. I—"
"Do not speak—unless it's to beg me to fuck you harder."
I would also allow her to declare her undying love for me, but I doubted that would happen.
My eyes raked over her curved back, at the minuscule lace that covered her hips and tied around her neck.
Seeing red, I grabbed at the scrap of lace that barely constituted as clothes, tugging it until it ripped away.
As sexy as my wife looked, there was no way I was making love to her while she had on lingerie purposely worn to seduce another man.
I disposed of the rest of my clothes and lined my hard cock up with her wet centre. I was in no mood for more foreplay. I needed to show her who she belonged to. Maybe he would show up mid-fuck. I wasn't into voyeurism, but I would make an exception for him. Let him see how a real man does it.
"You want to treat yourself like a whore, then I'll fuck you like one."
I thrust into her without warning, and her throat groaned loud and long. My hips moved in a flurry of hard thrusts. I fucked her like a madman, desperate to imprint myself deep into her soul. Her body moved across the bed as I stroked into her, my fingers digging into her hips to hold her steady.
The noises ripped from me were guttural and animalistic. They perfectly matched my wife's cries of pleasure as she begged me for more.
"Oh, Alessio. Oh, it's so good!" She gasped.
"Because it's with me," I grunted out. "No one can do this to you but me. No." Thrust. "One." Thrust.
I could tell by how soaked my cock was that she was close. I wanted to look her in the eye when she came. Let her see and know who she came so hard for.
I pulled out, ignoring her cries of protest, and flipped her over, her breasts bouncing at the movement. I reached out and palmed one full breast, plucking at a hard nipple, then settled between her legs, lifting them and spreading them wide.
Her beautiful face was flushed, her lipstick and eyeliner a little smudged. She'd never looked more beautiful. A surge of love overcame me, and I swooped down to steal a kiss. I slid back inside her, my mouth moving against hers as I made love to her slowly and gently this time.
My lips moved down to caress her neck as I murmured words of love against her sweat-soaked skin.
"Ti amo," I whispered. "Ti amo." Other words of adoration poured from my lips. The dam had been broken, and I had no shame about my love for her.
I licked up the tears that leaked from her lids as I continued to tell her how much I loved her. How I worshipped the ground she walked on. How I wanted to die, being buried in her perfect little cunt. That no one would ever take her away from me. That I'd kill anyone who dared.
Her pussy fluttered against mine, and I felt a surge of wetness as she came beautifully against my cock.
Knowing that my wife had been taken care of, I gave in to that tingle at the base of my spine and exploded with my own release.
Her perfect lips swallowed up my shout of ecstasy as I followed her to paradise.