Chapter 13
Mia
Stay strong, Mia.
Santino needs to stop being sweet. He needs to stop touching me. He needs to just…stop.
He keeps ahold of my hand the rest of the way into the city, and even when we pull up to the curb outside of his apartment building, he gets out while still holding my hand and then helps me out.
“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Antonucci,”
our driver says, bowing at the waist.
“Thank you.”
Santino gives me a little smirk, and when we’re a few steps away, he says, “I’ll never get tired of hearing that.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to hearing it.”
He wraps his arm around my waist after we enter the building, plastering himself against my back to whisper seductively in my ear, “I’ll say it every chance I get so you get used to it, Mrs. Antonucci.”
He kisses me in my favorite spot and releases me from his hold.
I dart across the lobby as fast as my heels will carry me and glare at my too-sexy husband when I hear him chuckle behind me.
“You’ll never be able to run faster or get far enough away from me, my bride. I’ll always catch you. I’ll always find you.”
“You’re starting to sound a little obsessed, my husband.”
We step into the elevator and Sabtino crowds me into the corner after pressing in the code for the penthouse floor.
“Starting to? I thought I’ve made it crystal clear that I’m totally…”
He runs a finger up my arm. “Completely…” His finger slides across my clavicle. “Utterly…” His finger swirls around the hollow at the base of my throat. “So far gone obsessed with you.”
Santino cups the front of my throat in a possessive embrace. “I made sure you married me, Mia. I made sure you were legally bound to me before another man could even think of asking you out. I already know no other man will see you as I do. Will want you as I do. Will give you the world like I will. Will make you feel as desired as I will. Will worship you like I will. Will make you come harder, longer, or more intensely than I will. Does that sound like I’m just starting to be obsessed with you, Mrs. Antonucci?”
I’m dizzy. He’s so intense.
“No, it sounds like you’re already there.”
“I am, farfalla.”
Santino strokes the side of my neck with his thumb.
“Why do you call me that?”
I ask softly.
“Because you’re beautiful, delicate, and unique. The world is in awe of you whenever you let it see you. You’ve been hidden away for too long, and it’s time for you to fly.”
That’s the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever said to me.
I try to lift up on my toes to kiss him, but his hand around my throat keeps me where I am.
“Do you need something, farfalla?”
He won’t get any asking or begging from me, so I just shake my head no, which has him smiling like a fool.
Santino leans in closer, bringing his lips to within an inch of mine. “I know exactly what you want, Mia, and this time, and this time only, I won’t make you say it.”
The elevator dings and the doors slide open, breaking the moment and giving me the much needed excuse to push him away and get some air in my lungs. Air that isn’t contaminated by his manly, musky cologne that has me wanting to kiss him senseless, bury my face in his neck, inhale deeply, and then lick him all over.
Jesus.
Shit.
Fuck.
I need out of this elevator.
There’s a sign on the wall that says penthouse one is to the right, and two and three are to the left.
“This way,”
Santino says, nodding to the right as he holds the elevator open with his arm. “My brothers live in the other two on this floor. If you ever need anything and I’m not here, you can always knock on their doors. I’ll leave you their phone numbers as well.”
“Okay.”
My mind is reeling with everything that leaving this elevator and entering his home will entail.
Santino unlocks his front door and holds it open for me. “Welcome home, Mrs. Antonucci.”
My throat immediately clogs with emotions and I swallow them down. I need to get back in control of this situation.
“Would you like a tour?”
he offers.
“Maybe later. I’d like to get out of this dress first.”
“If you’re sure. It’s a beautiful dress and it suits you perfectly.”
“Thank you.”
I turn my head and look at him over my shoulder. “I’ll need a little help, though. There are a lot of buttons and I can’t reach them.”
Santino steps up behind me and runs a finger over the line of pearl buttons that follow my spine. “It’d be my pleasure,”
he says, his voice dropping to a dangerously deep level with a roughness that scratches an itch deep inside me.
His fingers deftly undo each button, slipping the pearls free from the elastic loops around them. It takes a few minutes for him to make it down to the base of my spine, and when he does, he glides a knuckle down the same path.
Before he can comment on the lingerie he sees I’m wearing, I hold my dress to my chest and look back at him. “I just need a few minutes in the bathroom.”
Clearing his throat, Santino nods and points to the hallway off the living room. “The first door on the right.”
I bite my lip as I walk away to keep the grin off my face, knowing his eyes are still on me.
I open the door he directed me to, but instead of a bathroom, I find myself walking into what I think is the master bedroom. It’s done up in blacks and creams, and I’ve never seen a more inviting bed with a fluffy comforter that resembles a cloud. The huge curtains are pulled open, giving me a view of the city very similar to my old one, just higher up.
Not wanting to ruin my dress in any way, I shimmy it down my body and step out of it, then drape it over an accent chair beside a small table where a carafe of water and a clean glass sits.
During the reception, going to the bathroom in my dress required the help of two other people, so I only went twice, and now my bladder is screaming at me to relieve it. I keep everything else on, including my heels, and walk across the bedroom to the en suite.
I flip the light switch on and gasp. I don’t know what I expected, but a lavish black and white marble bathroom with a massive clawfoot tub that’s almost double the size I’m used to, a shower that looks like it could fit eight people, and a double vanity with enough counter space to hold all my products and then some. It’s beautiful, and I love the gold accents and fixtures that stand out against all the black and white.
After using the toilet, I stand in front of the mirror and take out the pins holding my hair up. I run my fingers through the curls to break them up and fluff them out a little.
I have to admit, I’ve never looked or felt sexier than I do right now. I’ve never had a need for lingerie, so I’m glad Aria and Gia thought to buy me this set so I’ll feel sexy and confident rather than a shy virginal bride being married off to an older man to be defiled.
I want Santino to see me like this.
I want him to drop to his knees and beg me to let him have a taste of what no one else has.
I want him to tell me all the dirty things he’s going to do to me while he’s looking at me with those eyes that hold the depth of space and the heat of the sun.
Stepping out of the bathroom, I find my new husband walking into the bedroom, and he halts, those deep chocolate eyes raking over my body from head to toe and back. Then again slower, drinking in everything I have on.
They start on my pearl encrusted Jimmy Choo heels, then follow up my legs that are covered by thigh-high nude stockings with a white lace trim and held up by a white satin garter belt and straps. He pauses at the juncture of my thighs where my white satin panties sit low on my hips, then moves up to the garter belt around my waist, and keep going up to my strapless longline satin bra with bone ribbing and a lace trim around my ribs and the cups.
Finally, his eyes roam over my chest, neck, and hair before he meets my eyes, and I see that his are filled with raw, hot desire.
I’m emboldened by his reaction to me and the fact that I seem to have rendered him speechless, and decide to ask, “What are you thinking right now?”
“Honestly?”
he prefixes, and I nod. “Right now, I’m thinking that I’m the luckiest man on this goddamn planet because you’re real. You’re really standing in front of me looking like a goddamn Victoria’s Secret Angel, and you’re my wife,” he growls. “You’re a literal dream come true, Mia.”
I walk towards him, swaying my hips with each step. Reaching up, I pull on his bowtie to untie it, and he looks down at me through hooded, lust-filled eyes, and my pussy clenches, wanting him to touch me more than anything right now.
“It’s your turn to tell me what you’re thinking,”
he says in his deep, sexy voice.
“Honestly?”
I ask, and he nods. “I was thinking how I want you to get on your knees and beg me to let you touch me.”
“And then?”
he prompts, his voice strained.
“And then you’ll beg me to let you undress me.”
He swallows hard. “And then?”
“And then you’ll beg me to let you kiss me all over.”
“All over? Anywhere in particular?”
“Here.”
I skirt my finger over my breasts. “And here.” I slide my finger down my stomach and swirl it over my mound.
Santino shrugs off his tuxedo jacket and tosses it over to the bed. Without a word, he sinks to his knees before me and looks up at me, his eyes alive and dancing with a sparkle of mischief and determination. He’s so tall, that even on his knees, his head is level with my chest.
“Mia, my beautiful bride, I don’t deserve you, but I know I can be everything you need. Let me show you. Let me touch you. Let me unwrap you like the precious gift you are. Let me kiss my way around your perfect body, ending at your sweet pussy where I’ll kiss you until you’re screaming my name and coming all over my face. Please let me. I’m fucking begging you,”
he pleads. “Will you let me?”
I think I black out for a second, because hearing Santino say all that while looking up at me from his knees has my mind spinning.
I nod my head slowly. “Yes,”
I whisper, and Santino slides his hands from the backs of my thighs down to my ankles.
“As sexy as you look right now, and as much as I’d love to rip your panties off and have you leave the rest on, I need you naked tonight. I need to see all of you.”
Santino lifts my left foot and slips my heel off, and then the right. He slides his hands back up my legs and unclips my garter belt straps from my stockings, then slowly – oh, so slowly – peels them down and off me.
“These legs,”
he muses, lifting my leg and kissing his way from my ankle to my knee. “I can’t wait to have them wrapped around my shoulders while I eat my dessert.”
My chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, unable to control my breathing or my reactions to him.
Santino continues to kiss his way up each of my inner thighs, stopping short of where I need him most each time.
My garter belt is held together with hook-and-eye closures around my back, and Santino has no problem freeing me from it and kissing his way from hip to hip and up my stomach. He plants kisses along the bottom lace trim of my bra and I inhale a sharp breath, squirming my torso away from his mouth.
Santino grins up at me. “Ticklish?”
“A little,”
I pant, and he runs his hands up over my hips, settling at the top of my ribcage so his fingers span my ribs and around my back, and his thumbs press into me right beneath my breasts.
“This was made for you, farfalla. You should buy it in every color. As a matter of fact, buy the whole damn store.”
“It wasn’t cheap,”
I goad, smirking down at him. I know exactly where Aria and Gia bought it.
“Good. I don’t want you in anything cheap. I’ll give you my credit card to buy whatever you want so long as it includes more of these.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
“But this set is special, Mrs. Antonucci. I want to see this on you every anniversary. And yes,”
he says, kissing me in the center of my chest, “I said every anniversary. Because I plan on being married to you until I take my last breath.”
Santino keeps his eyes on mine when he leans in and places a kiss to each of my nipples that are hard and straining against the silk covering them. I sigh and pull my shoulders back, thrusting my chest forward, silently asking for more.
“Patience, my bride,”
he muses, the rumble of his deep voice against me sending vibrations straight to my already throbbing core. “Let me savor my gift.”
Santino’s fingers unhook my bra, slowly, one at a time, planting a kiss on one of my nipples every time he does, driving me insane and making my breasts ache and my pussy flood with desire.
There seems to be an endless number of hooks and I’m dizzy. His gaze and touch are hypnotic.
When he finally reaches the last hook, Santino runs a finger down my exposed spine and pulls his head back, bringing the silk fabric with him.
His eyes flare at seeing my exposed breasts for the first time, and my nipples tighten to the point of pain under his gaze.
“I need to taste you, farfalla. Please,”
he begs, cupping my breasts and filling his large hands with my sensitive flesh.
I choke on a moan. “Yes.”
The moment his hot tongue touches my skin, I grip his biceps for support and my head falls back, a sigh of relief leaving me that turns into a moan when he squeezes my breasts and swirls his tongue around my taut nipple.
“Let me see your eyes,”
he demands, and I snap my chin down, meeting his eyes again. “I want to see your face and eyes for everything I do. I want to see what drives you crazy.”
“This,”
I admit softly. “Everything. All of it.”
Santino’s blinding smile catches me off guard and I trace his lips with the tip of my finger. “Do you know how devastatingly good-looking you are? Devilishly handsome when you’re all serious and unemotional, and roguishly sexy when you smile like this.”
He catches my finger between his teeth and bites gently. I squeal and pull my finger free.
“I’m glad my wife finds me devilishly handsome and roguishly sexy. I’d be a little disappointed if she didn’t like her view as much as I like mine.”
I wish I had a witty response, but Santino’s mouth is back on me, and all words and thoughts go right out of my head again.
He licks, sucks, and nibbles his way across my breasts, touching me everywhere but my stiff peaks.
“Santino,”
I growl in frustration, and he smirks.
“I want to make you come like this first, without me touching your pussy. Do you think you can?”
“I don’t know,”
I admit honestly, albeit a little shyly.
“Well, I do, and you’re going to come for me like this first. Just my mouth on your perfect tits to get that pussy nice and drenched for me to eat, okay?”
“Okay,”
I whisper.
“That’s my girl.”
He winks and runs his thumb over one of my nipples. I cry out, the mix of pain and pleasure unexpected and amazing. “Give me your sounds, Mia. Don’t hold back. It’s just us here.”
Santino swirls his tongue around and around one nipple, while running his thumb back and forth over the other. My legs tremble and my pussy throbs. He switches sides and repeats the torture, the sighs and moans leaving my lips foreign to my ears.
“Give in, Mrs. Antonucci,”
Santino demands in a gravelly voice that has me quivering all over. His lips latch around my nipple and he sucks me hard into his mouth while he pinches my other one, and I see stars.
My knees buckle and Santino pulls me against him to take my weight and keep me on my feet. I have no control over anything as my body breaks apart and falls at the feet of the man kneeling at mine.
My panties flood with the rush of my orgasm and Santino picks me up and carries me to the bed, placing me down on the end, right in the middle.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you come, Mia. It’s my greatest privilege to witness it and be the reason you do. I’m not done with you, either. I’ve been dreaming about seeing your pussy for the first time. I’ve already felt it squeeze my fingers as you came, so I know it’s going to be perfect.”
My God, he says the sweetest, dirtiest things, and I love it.
I lean back on my elbows and watch as he pulls my panties down. He brings them to his nose and inhales. “Fuck,”
he grunts, and shoves them in his pocket.
“Another souvenir? I thought you wanted me to wear this again?”
“I still want you to wear it again, just minus the panties. Then your pussy will be free to play with while I can look at the rest of you all dolled up.”
Ohhh…
“You like the sound of that, my bride? I can see it in your eyes.”
Once again on his knees before me, Santino palms my knees and spreads my legs. “Fucking perfect. Just as I knew you’d be.”
His gaze on my center has me leaking even more of my orgasm, and his nostrils flare.
“You smell divine, my blushing bride. Tell me I can have a taste. Tell me your wet pussy is mine to eat as the perfect dessert at the end of the most perfect fucking day.”
“Yes,”
I breathe, feeling vulnerable so exposed to him.
Santino kisses his way up the inside of one thigh, and then the other. He’s right there. His head is between my legs, his face a few inches from my weeping core, and he’s looking at me like I really am a delicious dessert.
“I’ve never seen a more perfect pussy. I love that you have some hair for me, too. I can’t wait to feel it on my face when it’s buried in you.”
Oh my God.
Santino presses my knees to the mattress and looks up at me, the devilish look in his eyes letting me know he’s going to take everything from me before giving me an even more mind-blowing orgasm than the last.
“Keep your eyes on me as long as you can,”
he says, his breath warm on my wet core, making me shiver. “I want you to see me eating what’s mine. I’ve never tasted a virgin pussy before.”
That’s oddly comforting. Almost satisfying, really.
I raise my chin haughtily. “Good. I deserve to have one of your firsts, too.”
“You do,”
he agrees. “You deserve all my firsts, and I wish I could give them to you, but you should know everything with you feels new.” He slides his hands down my inner thighs and back to my knees, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. “And trust me when I say you’re going to get the most important first of all.”
“Going to? Have you been married before?”
“No, my bride.”
He smirks. “You are my first and only wife, but that wasn’t the most important first I was referring to.”
“Then wha–”
My question is cut off by his tongue sliding up my entire pussy, from my ass to my clit. “Ohmygod,” I say in a rush. I’ve never felt anything so incredible. He swirls his tongue around my clit and my elbows almost give out, but I need to watch him longer. I need to cement the visual of Santino on his knees with his head between my legs in my mind so I never lose it.
I try to close my legs on instinct, but Santino grips the inside of my knees harder, refusing to let me. He drags his tongue back down to my entrance and rims it, then shoves his tongue inside me. I cry out, gripping the comforter on either side of me. I try, with all the strength I can muster, to stay up on my elbows, but it’s too much. I collapse onto my back, already on the brink of exploding again.
“Santino,”
I moan, and he groans, spearing me with his tongue and pressing his entire face into my pussy. With my legs kept open, I have no choice but to let him take from me. “Santino,” I moan again, and he grunts, bringing my legs around his shoulders and gripping my ass to keep me pressed to his face. “Yes!” I cry out, finally gaining some control. I squeeze my thighs around his head and grind my hips, practically fucking his face.
Santino flicks my clit with his tongue and sucks on it, pulling my hips further up off the bed.
I slide one hand through his hair and pull on the ends as he goes back to fucking me with his tongue.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God,”
I chant as I’m pulled closer and closer to the edge. Santino doesn’t let up. He’s devouring me. He’s eating me whole. He’s consuming me like a starved man.
The new position has me looking up my body at him, and our eyes clash. The unfiltered hunger shining in his makes my chest tighten, then swell.
Keeping our eyes locked, Santino sucks on my opening, then he shoves his tongue in me as far as he can, and that’s all it takes to push me over the edge.
I’m flying.
I’m floating.
I’m free-falling.
My back bows and my neck arches back, the throaty moan tearing through me chafing my already sore throat.
Santino doesn’t let up. He draws out my orgasm, drinking my essence until I have nothing left to give.
“Please,”
I beg, tugging on his hair. “Please,” I barely get out again before I give up and give in to the utter exhaustion of my mind and body.