Chapter 28
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ENZO
My wife’s eyes shine like a reflection of the Pacific Ocean as she holds the dagger in her hands.
It’s similar to the one I inherited from my father, except for the hilt is silver with the Cosa Nostra insignia carved into it. I can’t help but stare at it — the face of a tiger breaking through the metal. “Do you pledge your allegiance to this family? Do you promise to fight, honor and protect us, even at the consequence of your own fatality?”
“I swear it.” Her lips quirk up and I match her devious look, as anxious as her to find somewhere — anywhere, to bury myself inside of her .
The desperation to bend her over the railing strikes itself against my every nerve. It takes all my strength to hold back, knowing that whilst it’s only us on this balcony, her family all watch from below.
“Good.” She’s skilled with the dagger, slicing a clean cut across my palm. I barely feel the sting, her beauty proving to be the best distraction there is. I watch the tiny furrow between her brows form as she concentrates, tilting my palm to catch a few drops of blood in the glass vial.
There’s a sense of reassurance that floods through my chest, knowing a piece of us will be cryopreserved together — of course, we’ll have to repeat this process over time to ensure the blood remains viable without the pomp of this whole ceremony, but I’m sure we’ll find our own special way of marking the occasion.
After all, I’m dying to paint my blood on her skin.
“All done. See, it wasn’t so weird.” I snort, giving her my palm so she can dress the cut.
I think your in-laws wanting to collect your blood to ensure your strict loyalty to their criminal organization passes as weird.
Then again, in her reality it’s the norm.
In my organization, we were never as technical. If you were a rat, you drowned like one .
Anastasia grabs my shirt collar to pull me in. She’s not wearing heels, so her hair brushes the side of my jaw, letting me inhale the soft fragrance of roses that seems to follow her everywhere. “My old bedroom, five minutes.” She slips away with my blood just as her entire family bundles up the stairs to welcome me into the family.
“Congratulations brother.” I’m already loving Isla’s new nickname for me. It beats the more creative ones Demetri whispers to Nero as I walk past.
“Thanks,” I offer her a one-armed hug and then realize my mistake as my wife’s aunts and cousins and even her grandmother decide they want one too. I’m used to big Italian families, but Anastasia’s is on a whole other level.
Not that I’m complaining. I’ve decided I like the chaos.
Dom brings me into a brotherly squeeze, laughing hard. “God, you’re screwed now. She’s literally got you trapped.” My wife could literally have me committed for murder if she wanted.
“The price of marriage.” My gaze drifts to Jas who talks vibrantly with Anastasia’s Aunt Caitlin. “One day, you’ll understand the sacrifice.”
He nods grimly. “Yeah, I’m not too sure about that.”
“It’s hard work, just don’t give up too easily. You want it, fight for it. ”
“So, it’s going well then?” He lowers his voice “The whole Ravenswood thing is forgotten?”
“She wants me in the bedroom in…fuck one minute, so yeah, it’s going good. Granted it’s only been three weeks but she hasn’t chopped my balls off yet.”
He snorts. “Go fuck your wife, man. I’ll cover…you’ll be what, ten minutes tops?” I shove him back and we both laugh, starting to feel like the boys who grew up together playing football in the streets again.
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Though I’ve never been in her old bedroom, I remember how she told me it was at the highest point of the house. The only way to access it was by a set of spiral stairs leading up to a singular door.
I raise my fist to knock, quickly deciding against it and push it open instead. It screams at the hinges, alerting the little minx that I’m coming for her.
To my surprise the room is empty.
A large poster bed, fit for a queen sits in the middle. The sheets are a dark red, complimenting the gray walls and dark curtains, creating a myriad of shadows that dance around the room.
It’s almost haunting and yet it turns me on, inciting that all-consuming desire to pleasure my wife in ways she’s never been touched.
Something silky wraps around my eyes, shrouding me in darkness. A smile plays on my lips and I turn around, catching my wife’s hips as she laughs. She lets the material drop to the floor and I exhale hard, taking in the sheer perfection of her body.
Those firm breasts bounce softly as her breaths draw quicker and the chill of the room hardens her dark nipples that bloom into perfect buds. Reaching out, I brush my thumb over one, listening to the shaky breath that escapes her lips.
My fingers travel south, grazing the sharp contours of her flat stomach and lingering over her freshly waxed pussy. My pinky teases the top of her clit and I watch her shudder, those pretty eyes fluttering shut.
I chuckle quietly, brushing over those bundles of nerves again and again but never straying down. “Did you think I would make it easy because your family is downstairs?”
“You know I never want it the easy way,” Her eyes peel open as she smiles, stroking the light scruff on my cheeks. “But I’ve missed your wicked tongue, husband. ”
The word causes a grin to stretch over my face. “Oh really?” I press my lips to her jaw, licking down the stripe of her neck. “You’ve missed it here?” She shakes her head. I hum, circling that point where I can feel her blood pulsing against her skin and move down. My tongue meets her tanned areola, lightly teasing over the smooth surface. “Here?” I bite down on her nipple, inciting a gasp that makes me smile. I thumb the other side, pulling it taut until the muscles in her neck begin to strain from the ache.
Grabbing her hips, I drag her closer as I sit on the bed. My face is now level with her tight stomach, and I trace the contours of her subtle abs with my tongue, reaching back to squeeze her ass.
A laugh escapes her throat and I pull back to look up at her. “I don’t think I’m working hard enough if you can still laugh.”
She raises one of those perfectly sculpted brows. “It tickled but I agree, you’ve definitely not found the right place yet.” Something sparks in her gaze, making her appear wild and free. I’ve not seen this side of Anastasia yet. The part of her that throws reason to the wind and puts her own desires first.
The part of her that seeks it out.
My head dips back down, meeting her smooth mound and tasting the vanilla scent of her lotion that clings to her skin. I part the lips with my thumbs and lick that rich stripe of her pussy down.
She moans and I know I’ve found the perfect spot.
My tongue dips inside for a second before running up again, circling her exposed clit again and again until she starts to tremble. Then I pull away.
“No!” I smirk at the slip of her tongue, palming her perfect ass.
“What?” I feign innocence, trying not to smile. “That’s definitely not the spot, right?”
To my surprise, she growls. She actually,fucking growls at me.
I can’t help but laugh, kissing her thigh as I drape her right leg over my shoulder. “Tell me how good my tongue makes you feel, mi amore.”
Goosebumps prick along her skin and I feel her shiver in response. My lips keep teasing, meeting the apex of her thigh, only to run back down again. “It plays my body in all the right notes, Enzo. There’s nothing that feels as good as your tongue on my pussy, eating me out like I’m your favorite meal.”
I hum against her skin. “You are my favorite meal, Anastasia. God I never forgot, you know? The way you taste, feel, smell…it’s forever imprinted on my mind. ”
Her back arches, pushing that beautiful pussy towards my face. “Please Enzo. Remind me how no-one else will ever be able to make me cum as hard as you do.”
The praise feeds my ego and makes my cock swell in my pants. Nothing gets me as hard as pleasuring this woman.
“Anything for my wife.”
She smiles, tipping her head back in ecstasy as my tongue meets that pussy. I groan the moment her sweet juices hit my tongue. It’s like I’m transformed into a starving man reliant on her rich nectar to keep me sated.
My tongue swirls around inside, digging deep to lick clean every inch of her. A moan ripples through her body and she sinks her sharp nails into my hair, pulling at the strands. I angle my head back to watch her face transform into pleasure, letting all her worries and responsibilities slip away.
I love her when she likes this. Free of inhibitions, wholly mine to play with.
Slipping my finger inside of her, I shift my tongue down, spreading her cheeks wide as I get a look at that perfectly puckered ass. She tenses the moment I set my lips to that forbidden place.
Testing my limits, I circle around the tight muscle. She lets out a gasp but doesn’t tell me to stop. I push my tongue inside, tasting part of her no-one else has and groaning at the sensation .
God, is there any part of this woman that isn’t perfect?
I slip another finger inside that sweet pussy, holding her cheeks spread with my other hand as I tongue fuck her ass. “Enzo oh my god—” She slurs, tightening her grip on my hair as she reaches the pinnacle.
My tongue moves fast and my fingers curl lightly as they tease that spot to make her cry. A muffled groan leaves my throat as her muscles contract around me, squeezing tight whilst she lets out a silent cry.
She trembles, coming down from the high and I slow my actions to let her feel every aftershock. “Enzo,” Her voice has lost its edge, almost a whimper of a plea and I pull back to catch her in my arms.
Her body jitters as I cradle her in my lap, running my fingers gently over her wet pussy to collect all her juices. I lick my fingers clean, moaning at the honey-like taste whilst she stares at me like I’m crazy. “What?”
Laughter bubbles out of her chest and rests her head against my chest. “I’ve never been with someone else who feels satisfied with just making me feel good.”
“Clearly your taste in men was downgraded after me then.”
She snorts. “Clearly.” Meeting my gaze, she pecks my lips. “Thanks. ”
“For what?”
“Making me try something new. It felt…good” A surprised laugh escapes her throat. “Really good.”
I drift my fingers towards her ass again and she squirms. “Maybe we’ll explore more of that in the future then?” She doesn’t say yes, but she doesn’t say no either.
Instead, she reaches down to grab the silk tie she dropped on the floor earlier. Dangling it between her sharp red nails, she smiles with a devilish glint sparkling in her gaze. “How about we try something new again?”