19. Dominic
I’ve never been so nervous in my life. The first time I saw a man die, I was twelve years old. The first time I was pulling the trigger, I was fourteen. Neither of those moments even come close to this one. It’s not that I’m scared of joining my life to Natalya’s. It’s more that I’m terrified she’s going to come to her senses and realize she can do so much better than me.
I stand next to the priest, the one my uncle insisted we fly in because he’s performed every ceremony for the Alessi family that I can remember, with a cold sweat breaking out beneath my tux as I watch the bridesmaids and groomsmen make their way down the aisle. Hundreds of people are in attendance, and the yard looks like it’s a fairytale wedding with all the pink roses I ordered, but I barely pay attention to anything. All my focus is on trying to get a glimpse of my bride-to-be.
When the music changes and I see Lev step out with Natalya on his arm, my heart starts to race and all the air leaves my body on a heavy sigh.
“You all right, boss?” Dario asks from behind me while Sandro gives a soft laugh that I ignore.
I nod and keep my eyes locked on the woman I love. She’s beautiful, absolutely stunning in her white, lacy dress. The bouquet of pink and white roses are held in one hand while her other one is gripping her dad’s arm like it’s her lifeline. Her blue eyes look glassy when I meet them, and she gives me the sweetest smile when they’re both standing in front of me. With what must be taking all of Lev’s willpower, he takes her hand and kisses it before placing it in mine. He kisses her cheek and then pulls me in for a quick hug. To everyone else, it looks like a sweet moment between father and son-in-law, but I know better, so I’m not at all surprised when he takes the opportunity to whisper in my ear, “If you hurt her, I will fucking kill you.”
I smile and hug him back. “I’ll help you load the gun myself,” I tell him.
He nods and smacks my back before giving his daughter one last look and then going to sit beside a beaming Jolene.
I’m sure the ceremony is a beautiful one, but I’ll be damned if I can remember any of it. What I can remember is every detail of Natalya’s face and exactly how she sounded when she said, “I do” and became my wife.
When I’m finally told I can kiss my bride, I cup her face and smile down at her. I should probably do a chaste kiss, but fuck that. She’s my wife, and I can kiss her any damn way I want. I don’t have to lower down as much as I usually do, so I know she’s wearing heels under that dress, and when I press my lips to hers, she lets out a soft moan. I give her a soft flick with my tongue, asking for permission for more, because as much as I want to kiss her deeply, I don’t want to push it further than she wants to go. She immediately opens for me, letting me in as someone whistles loudly and a few others cheer. I don’t have to open my eyes to know it’s not my family doing it.
“Jesus Christ,” I hear Lev groan before I finally pull back with a laugh. His daughter is blushing to the roots of her hair, lips wet and swollen, so angelic in her white dress, but she’s not fooling me. I know my principessa, and there’s no way in hell her panties aren’t soaked right now.
I give her a wink and pull her close as we turn to face the crowd of smiling faces. Everyone cheers as we walk back down the aisle, and I can’t stop smiling. I had no idea your face could actually ache from smiling too much, but my wife is constantly teaching me new things. She’s opened up an entirely new world to me and taken my dreary life and made it fucking shine.
“That was so beautiful,” Svetlana says, turning around to pull Natalya into another hug. Yelena quickly joins them, and I smile at them while one of the photographers I hired snaps a ton of photos. I’d hired three because I want to document every second of this day. I want our house filled with photos, and I never want to forget how beautiful my pregnant bride looked on the day I married her.
Soon we’re surrounded by her rowdy family as the other guests slowly make their way to the large, white tent that’s set up. The caterers have been busy all day, and the tables are already laid out with lit candles and more flowers. Fairy lights decorate the tent, and with the sun setting, the place looks downright magical.
“It’s so beautiful,” Natalya tells me once her family finally lets her go.
“You’re what’s beautiful, principessa.”
She smiles up at me and rests her hands on my chest. “I can’t believe we’re married.”
I smile and pick her up, while she throws her arms around my shoulders and laughs at the cheers coming from the crowd.
“I think you’re supposed to carry me over the threshold, not carry me to the reception tent.”
I kiss her and hold her tighter. “I think you’re my wife now, and I can carry you any damn place I want.”
“You’re going to be unbearably bossy now, aren’t you?”
I give her a wink before walking her to the tent. “Principessa, you have no idea.”
She laughs and doesn’t argue when I carry her to her seat or when I scoot it closer so our legs are touching, and not even when she finishes supper and I put her on my lap. My little wife is learning.
After cutting the cake and mingling with the crowd, I grab a glass of wine and go to stand by my uncle, watching Natalya get whisked away to the dance floor by Svetlana and Yelena. She turns back to give me a smile and wave before joining the crowd and shaking her sweet ass to the beat of the music.
“You did good, Dominic,” Uncle Salvatore says, eyeing my wife with a drink in hand. “She’s not Italian,” he adds with a small shrug, “but she’s a good match for you.”
“She is,” I agree. “Much better than all the women you’ve tried to throw at me over the years.”
“All the women you swore were too young? Yes, nephew, you’ve clearly proven me wrong. Need I remind you that your little wife can’t even legally drink in her own country?”
I laugh and shake my head. “You do not, no.”
My uncle laughs when he sees Dario and Sandro being pulled into the crowd of dancing bodies by Jolene, Simona, and Katya. Alina and Emily are already dancing, and when I look around, I see all their husbands watching them.
“If you insist on keeping my sons out here, at least make sure they get married at some point. I’d like to see some grandkids before I die.”
“My cousins take orders without question when it comes to the family business, Uncle, but that doesn’t mean I can snap my fingers and get them to walk down the aisle.”
He raises a bushy brow at me. “You could actually order it. How do you think your aunt and I ended up together? Don’t get me wrong, I love the woman and we make a good team, but I didn’t pick her. Your grandfather wanted her family’s resources.” He shrugs his broad shoulders, one arthritic hand still gripping the wine glass. “It turned out well, though, and we secured her family’s commercial fishing business, which has helped us ship product all over the world, Dominic.”
I nod because it’s not the first time I’ve heard this, but I’m still not about to force my cousins into marriage to secure a business deal. I also don’t mention that my uncle has been unfaithful throughout the majority of his marriage. I’m glad my uncle and aunt have found a way to make that work, but that’s not how I do things.
“Anyway,” my uncle continues when it’s obvious I’m not going to start arranging marriages anytime soon, “I’m happy that you’re happy.” After a few seconds, he adds, “Isabella would have loved seeing you like this.”
The thought of my sister still makes my chest ache, but the pain is nothing compared to what it once was. Natalya has healed me in more ways than one. I’ll always miss my sister, but I’m able to smile at the memories of her now. I’m able to focus on the good instead of holding on to all the anger.
“She would have,” I agree, wishing like hell she could be here to see it. I think she would’ve loved my wife.
My uncle squeezes my shoulder and raises his glass in a silent toast to my sister. I do the same as we watch the guests celebrate my wedding.
Taking another drink, I smile when Natalya meets my eyes and gives me a wink before lifting her dress up just enough to tease me with a quick glimpse of the heels she’s wearing. My jaw clenches when I see the pink heels with the straps tied around her ankles.
“I can feel you thinking sexual thoughts about my daughter.”
I turn my head to meet Lev’s grim expression. He looks back at his daughter, giving her a big smile while raising his glass of vodka before turning back to me, frown already in place.
Matvey laughs and takes a step closer. “He’s only thinking what we all thought on our wedding day.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Lev says.
My uncle makes a soft grunting noise and then downs the last of his wine. “I’ll see you later, Dominic.”
Vitaly walks over with a big grin on his face, watching my uncle disappear into the crowd. “Well, he’s warmed up to us about as much as his brother did.”
“He loves Natalya, though,” I tell them, “so at least there’s that.”
“Of course he does.” Lev looks offended at the very idea of someone not liking his daughter. “How could he not?”
“My thoughts exactly,” I tell him.
It earns me the smallest of half smiles.
Vitaly pulls out his phone and holds it up. “I want a photo of the two of you.”
“Jesus,” Lev groans.
“Oh come on, just one of the two of you.” When neither one of us budges, he waves his hand at Roman and yells something in Russian. Roman laughs and walks off, returning a few seconds later with one of the photographers. Lev and I both turn to glare at a laughing Vitaly.
“Oops, now you kind of have to. It’ll cause a big scene if you don’t, and I know neither one of you wants to ruin our sweet Natalya’s day.”
“You are such a fucker,” Lev mutters.
The photographer walks over while Danil joins his brothers so everyone can get in on this moment. Vitaly stands next to the woman with the camera, arms crossed and one hand on his chin like he’s deep in thought. Then he holds his hands up to make a box and closes one eye, giving off the impression that he’s viewing this all from an artistic standpoint.
“I think they should be embracing.” He turns to look at her. “What do you think? Kind of like you’re capturing a bonding moment between Lev and his son-in-law.”
She nods and holds her camera up. “That could be really good.”
Vitaly beams at us while Lev and I both groan. Taking a side step so we’re almost touching, Lev puts his arm around my shoulders.
“Let’s just get this over with before he tries to get us to hug chest to chest.”
I laugh at Lev’s grumpy voice and return the side hug. The woman snaps a bunch of photos while Vitaly laughs and nudges Matvey.
“Is it just me, or are you seeing Christmas card potential here?”
Matvey laughs and shakes his head at Vitaly. “Don’t forget that you’re going to be father of the bride one day.”
That sobers Vitaly up. “Jesus, she’s a wild thing, too. I can sense it. Sveta’s like a lioness just waiting for her cage to be opened so she can go terrorize the world. I don’t even want to think about who she’s going to bring home.”
He finishes his drink and waves down one of the passing waiters so he can grab another one.
“That cage needs to stay locked for at least another decade,” he says, downing his newest drink in record time.
Lev laughs and drops his hand when the photographer finally lowers her camera. “Good luck with that. I didn’t let Natalya out of any damn cage and look what she dragged home,” he says, jerking his head in my direction in case there’s any confusion about who he’s talking about.
Vitaly pales a bit at that, which makes me laugh, and then I finish my drink and hand the empty glass to Lev.
“I’m going to go dance with my bride.”
Lev looks over at the dance floor, smiling when he sees Jolene waving him over with a big smile on her face. She’s obviously had a few and is feeling no pain. His whole face changes when he looks at her. We’re not so different after all. We’re both just too stubborn to admit it.
Matvey laughs when Alina starts yelling his name and waving him over.
“Our wives are drunk,” Vitaly says, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “We really can’t take them anywhere.”
“Such an embarrassment,” Roman agrees, laughing when Emily attempts some sort of move with Simona and they both nearly trip and fall on their asses.
“Jesus,” Danil says, laughing so hard he barely gets the word out. “It’s a testament to how much I love that woman that I still think she’s sexy as hell when she does shit like that.”
“I think we need to go show them how it’s done,” Vitaly says, pointing at his wife and yelling something at her in Russian. She laughs and lets out a surprisingly loud catcall while shaking her ass and waving for him to join her. He laughs and takes off running.
This is my new family, I think to myself, watching the crazy Russians take over the dance floor, not giving the slightest shit that their kids are laughing and that everyone else is staring. They’re having fun, though, and it’s about damn time we had some of that around here.
Natalya is waiting for me, and as soon as I’m close enough, I pull her into my arms and lean down to kiss her.
“Thanks for wearing the heels, principessa.”
She smiles and sways in my arms while I slowly guide her to the outskirts of the dance floor. Everyone smiles as we pass by. Several of my men are dancing, but there’s also a lot of Bratva members too. I nod to Timofey, one of the Melnikovs’ top men, and his wife Mila as I dance us through the crowd. We pass Lucia and Dr. Bianchi, neither one of them bothering to hide their feelings tonight as they dance way closer together than any friends ever would. They both give us a couple of wine-happy smiles when we pass by and hit the edge of the makeshift dance floor.
“In about three minutes I’m going to fuck you in them, sweetheart.”
“Huh?”
She looks up at me, and I laugh at her surprised look before I scoop her into my arms.
“But I haven’t thrown my bouquet!”
Mia hears her and tosses her the flowers she’d set down.
“Better throw it fast,” I warn her.
All the single ladies quickly form a group behind her, and when I turn us so she can’t see them, she throws it back while the women scream and lunge for it.
“No!” I hear Vitaly yell, and I’m already laughing before I’ve even turned around. “Drop it, Sveta.” He looks over at us. “Do-over!”
I laugh and shake my head while Svetlana holds the bouquet up, giving a huge, triumphant grin. I’m still laughing when I notice Vitya standing in the shadows by the tent, watching her every move. He’s still healing and not fully back on duty, but Lev had told me that he’ll be assigned to Sveta from now on. I get why Natalya had said he was like a robot. The man doesn’t show many human emotions. I’m sure the two of them will have a lot of fun sorting things out. I’m still smiling at the thought when I turn back around to carry my bride off.
“Couldn’t we have just snuck off?”
I look down and smile at her embarrassed face when everyone starts hollering and catcalling behind us.
“I tried to, but you insisted on throwing your bouquet.” When she blushes even deeper, I lean down and kiss her. “Sweetheart, you’re pregnant. Your dad already knows we’re fucking.”
“Oh my god,” she groans. “Don’t ever say those words to me again.”
I feel the heat of her blushing cheek beneath my lips. “Whatever you say, principessa. We’ll pretend that everyone thinks we’re just going inside to check on your dress or fix your makeup.”
“Much better,” she whispers. “That’s probably exactly what they’re all thinking.”
“Of course. Don’t forget I was at your Uncle Matvey’s wedding. When I saw them sneak off, I’m sure it was just to freshen up her makeup too.”
“Most definitely,” she agrees with a laugh.
The waiters are still bustling around and refilling their trays, but they all step aside when they see me carrying my bride. I carry Natalya to our bedroom. We’ll be spending the night here and then leaving for Italy tomorrow afternoon. My relatives are staying for another few days, but Dario and Sandro can take care of all that. I’m more than happy to hand the reins over and take my first vacation ever. My work is no longer my life. The woman who’s carrying my child is.
Kicking the door shut, I carry her over to the bed and set her down beside it.
“You make a beautiful bride, principessa.”
“You make a handsome groom, Dominic.”
I smile at the way she’s eyeing me. Her pregnancy is still in the very early stage, but I’ve already noticed a few changes. Her sexual appetite is even more ravenous than usual, which is saying something, and her breasts are sensitive and slightly fuller. Her stomach hasn’t gotten any bigger, but just the thought of her having a cute, rounded pregnant belly makes me so fucking hard I can barely think.
Her hands reach up to slide my tux jacket off, and when she starts working on the buttons of my white dress shirt, I let out a soft laugh.
“Not such a bad idea I had, after all, was it?”
“Maybe not,” she admits. “You do look damn sexy in this tux, and seeing you in it has been driving me crazy.”
I grip her waist and pull her body tight against mine. “I knew you were wet under that angelic dress.”
“Maybe just a little.”
“A little?” I raise a brow at her. “We’ll see if it’s just a little in a few minutes. I’m guessing when I slide my hand under your dress and cup your sweet pussy, you’ll be soaking wet for me.”
“Maybe,” she whispers, working her fingers faster and then roughly yanking my shirt off so I’m bare-chested in front of her. She runs her hands over me, just as mesmerized by my tattoos as the first time she saw them. She’s also fascinated by the trail of dark hair that runs from my navel to my cock. If her fingers aren’t on it, then it’s her mouth or her pussy.
Insatiable, like I said.
When she starts to undo my pants, I hiss out a breath at how damn eager she is. Running a finger along the sheer, feminine lace that covers her chest, I let out a soft groan.
“I really love this dress on you.” My fingers slide lower, hitting the cleavage that’s hidden enough so I didn’t turn into a protective beast during our wedding and put my jacket on her, but low enough to tease and drive me crazy.
“But now I want to see my wife in nothing but those sexy heels and whatever else you’re hiding under this dress.”
Her pouty mouth curves up in a smile as she unzips my pants and tugs them down. I kick off my shoes and step out of them. She steps back as I lose my socks and then finally the black boxer briefs I’m wearing. When I’m naked, she rakes her eyes over me, not making the slightest attempt to hide how much she’s eye-fucking me. My cock bobs at her obvious desire, and when she licks that top lip of hers, I groan and feel the pre-cum dripping down my shaft.
She steps closer and then turns around, pushing her hair to the side. “Can you unzip me?”
“I’m going to do a hell of a lot more than that, principessa.”
Leaning down, I nip at her neck and slowly pull the zipper down. As soon as it’s far enough, she pulls back and turns around to face me. With her eyes on mine, she very slowly tugs on the sleeves of her dress, letting it fall from her body inch by tantalizing inch until I see the way her full tits are spilling out of the lacy, strapless bra she’s wearing. Instead of the traditional white, she’s opted on pale pink lingerie, and the color looks sexy as hell against her skin. Her rosy-red nipples strain at the lace, and my mouth fucking waters at the sight of them.
“Keep going,” I say, barely recognizing the sound of my own voice. My accent always grows thicker when I’m minutes away from sliding into her.
She hooks her fingers under the dress that’s sitting at her waist and slowly slides it off her perfectly round hips and ass until it’s puddled at her feet, and all I can do is stare at the pink, lacy thong that isn’t doing shit to hide her smooth cunt from my very hungry gaze and the heels that have starred in all my fantasies since I first saw them on her.
“Goddamn,” I groan. “You’re so beautiful, principessa, and I should treat you like the angel you are, but instead I’m going to fuck you like the devil I am.”
Her lips part at my words, but she doesn’t look scared. No, my wife is looking at me like a woman who’s begging for all the filthy things I plan on doing to her tonight. I take a step closer, my painfully hard cock leading the way until it’s digging into her stomach. Trailing my fingers up her waist, I caress the sides of her breasts before filling my hands with them.
“I’m not stopping tonight until you pass out, Natalya.” She lets out a soft gasp when I lightly pinch her nipples. “When your body finally gives out, it’s going to be after you’re a sticky, filthy mess and there’s an ache in your pussy, mouth, and ass, sweetheart, because tonight I’m claiming every goddamn inch of you.”
Her blue eyes are heavy-lidded and already glazed over with lust. Leaning down, I give her top lip a soft bite. “Hang in there, wife. It’s going to be long night, and I don’t want to rush a second of this.”
She nods and wraps her arms and legs around me when I pick her up and lay her on the bed. I wasn’t lying when I said I was going to fuck her sore, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to cherish her at the same time. Keeping my touch gentle, I kiss and lick and suck my way down her body, relieving her of her lingerie as I go until she’s in nothing but her heels, because those are definitely staying on.
By the time I bring my mouth to her sloppy wet pussy, she’s so close, she’s shaking, and all it takes is three firm licks and she’s coming all over my face. I fill my mouth with her juices, starved for the taste of her, and as soon as she starts to come down, I replace my tongue with my cock and slide into my wife for the first time.
Being inside her always feels like coming home, and I crave it constantly. There’s never a second when I’m not wishing I was inside her. Cupping her face, I admire the way my wedding ring looks pressed against her flushed cheek. I’d always thought of marriage as a suffocating death sentence, but I’d been so damn wrong. It’s not an end to anything—it’s a beginning, and it’s not stifling or suffocating—it’s fucking liberating. She’s mine, and I’m hers. What could be more perfect than that? Knowing I get to wake up next to her for the rest of my life is comforting, and knowing we’re going to create a family together makes me excited for the future.
“That’s right, wife,” I say when I feel her tighten around me. “Soak your husband’s cock, principessa.”
When she opens her mouth to scream my name, I slide my thumb in, giving her something to suck on while she pulses around me, pulling me in deeper and forcing my body to let go with hers. She’s impossible to resist, but lucky for us both, I still have enough stamina to make sure our night doesn’t end here.
Sliding out of her, I lift up onto my knees while she gives me a lazy smile and eyes my semi-hard cock.
“You’re impossible to resist, sweetheart, but I’m not even close to being done with you.”
“Think you can go again so quickly?” she teases.
“Wrap that pouty mouth around me and find out.”
Getting on her hands and knees, she crawls to me, giving me a mouthwatering view of her full breasts, bouncing gently with her movements, and the tantalizing curve of the ass that I’ll soon be fucking.
I reach down and thread my fingers through her dark hair, watching as she parts her lips and takes me in. She bobs up and down, taking me in a slow rhythm that has me quickly forgetting my English as I murmur to her in Italian how much I love her and how fucking sexy I think she looks while choking on me. My wife is not a deep-throater. Every time she tries, she gags and blushes, and it’s fucking adorable. I don’t care that she can’t take me all the way in. What’s sexy is that she tries, that she wants to, and she can practice on me any damn time she wants.
Thrusting into her, I give her another inch until I feel her gag around me and her eyes spill over.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I groan, already fully hard and ready for more. I stay in her mouth until I see her hips start to rock, and I know she’s feeling frustrated and wishing she could come again.
“Turn around, principessa, show me that perfect ass of yours.”
She gives me one last hard suck as she raises her head and then laps at my slit before pulling back and releasing me. I run my thumb over her wet, swollen lips and then smack her ass hard enough to get her attention.
“Don’t make me ask again, sweetheart. Hands and knees, ass tilted up.”
She blushes but turns around, presenting her ass to me.
“More.” I smack her other cheek. “Rock those hips up and spread your knees wider.”
The soft, embarrassed groan she gives makes me laugh. Gripping her hips, I tilt her how I want her and then spread her cheeks so I can see everything that belongs to me.
“Fucking hell, baby,” I groan, drinking in the sight of her.
“Dom.”
The sound of her worried voice immediately has me leaning my body over hers so our faces are close together.
“I need you to trust me, principessa.”
“I do.”
I place my hands on top of hers, pinning her to the bed while I rock my hips and press the length of my cock against the crack of her ass.
“I promise you are going to love this.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then tell me, and I’ll spend the rest of the night buried inside your sweet pussy instead.” I suck her top lip between mine, groaning when she wiggles her ass against me. “Something tells me you’re going to like this. I know how much my wife likes to get filthy.”
She doesn’t bother denying it. She just smiles and gives my lip a teasing bite. “Just go easy on me, Dom.”
“Always, principessa.” I pull back up and grip her ass again. “At least for the first few thrusts.”
She turns her head to look at me over her shoulder. The look in her eyes clearly says she doesn’t find me funny, but when I give her a wink and smack her ass again, she practically purrs as she arches back even more.
“So fucking perfect,” I tell her, running a hand up her spine before fisting her long, dark hair. Bringing my other hand between her legs, I cup her sex and coat my fingers until they’re slippery wet. “Relax for me, sweetheart.”
She nods her head, letting out a soft moan when the movement has me pulling her hair even tighter. I play with her tight back hole, teasing her with the pad of my finger, reminding her how much she loves this, because as scared as she is, she’s also eager and hungry and curious. When I press harder and slide my finger in, she lets out a sexy whimper, dipping her hips and revealing the seductive slope of her lower back.
“Not so scary now, is it?” I tease, finger-fucking her tight ass while she rocks against me. “Hmm?” I ask, adding in a second finger that makes her clutch the bedding and throw her head back. “Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?”
“Dom,” she moans, “stop teasing me. This is embarrassing enough.”
I slow my fingers down and run my eyes over her. “What the fuck could ever be embarrassing about this? My wife on her hands and knees, writhing from pleasure with her ass on full display, stretching to take my fingers like the good girl she is—this is perfection, principessa, and I don’t ever want you to be embarrassed about anything we share. You wanting me is a good thing. Your body shaking because you’re desperate for my cock is a very fucking good thing.”
Sliding my fingers out, I grab onto her hip and press the head of my cock against her tight hole. I’m already covered in pre-cum again, making it easy for me to press inside. I fist her hair tighter and watch her spread around my head.
“Fuck, principessa, you are such a good girl, baby. You’re taking me so goddamn good, and don’t worry, no one will ever know this side of you but me. They’ll see the princess who loves pretty dresses and the color pink, but I’ll always see the principessa who moans so sweetly when I fill her pussy and slide into her ass. This part of you is just for me.”
I slowly slide in, memorizing every detail of this moment, and when I’m fully seated inside her tight ass, I lean my body over hers, completely cocooning her much smaller frame.
“Give me your mouth.”
She turns her head. Her breaths are shaky and her whole body is trembling beneath mine.
“Good girl,” I praise, nipping at her lips while I very slowly start to fuck her.
I know she’s scared I’m going to hurt her, but that’s the last thing I want. I keep my thrusts slow, never giving her more than she can handle, and when I bring my hand between her trembling thighs, she’s so wet, she’s dripping.
“I think my girl likes this,” I murmur against her lips while I stroke her folds, teasing her with my fingers while I slide back into her ass. “Do you like me fucking your ass, principessa?”
She moans and nods her head.
“Use your words, baby. I want to hear you say it.”
“I like it,” she whispers.
I drag one finger along her clit, pulling another whimper from her. “You like what?”
She groans her frustration before saying, “I like you fucking my ass.”
I smile at her cute, embarrassed face, but when I start to rub her in earnest, all the shyness falls away. I watch her change before my eyes, and within seconds she’s kissing me fiercely while rocking her hips to meet my thrusts as my fingers work her clit. She comes with a muffled scream, and as soon as I feel her body tighten around me, I let go with her, wanting to share this with her.
I lose myself in my wife, giving everything I have to her, and when we both start to come down, I keep our bodies pressed together, because I can’t stand the thought of us parting. I grow soft inside her, feeling my heart race against her back while we both catch our breath.
“I can’t move,” she finally moans.
“Good. That means I did it right.”
She laughs and turns her head to face me. “That also means you can carry me to the bath before I pass out.”
“Gladly, principessa. It’ll give you a chance to rest before round two.”
“Wait, what?”
I laugh at the wide-eyed look she’s giving me. “You haven’t passed out yet, sweetheart,” I remind her.
Slowly sliding out of her, I sit up and take her pink heels off, massaging her sore feet until she’s blissed-out and looking cute as hell. Before she can fall asleep, I pick her up and carry her into the bathroom. A nice soak should have her feeling better, and then I’m going to do what I promised. My wife will be exhausted, too tired to even keep her eyes open, by the time I’m finished with her. Judging by the sleepy look she’s giving me, it’s not going to take much.
Keeping her held to my chest, I lower us both into the hot water, smiling when she sighs against my neck.
“I love you, Dom,” she whispers, already more than half asleep.
“I love you too, principessa.” I kiss her forehead and run my fingers through her hair. “Thanks for coming into my life and turning it completely upside down.”
She laughs and kisses my cheek. “I’ll always try my best to keep you on your toes. No one wants a boring life.”
“Life will never be boring with you.” I run my hand down her body until it’s resting on her stomach. “You’ve given me so much, far more than a man like me deserves.”
“You deserve everything.”
I breathe in her scent and kiss her again. “I just want you. I want to raise a family with you, and I want to grow old with you. I don’t give a shit about anything else.”
She gives a soft laugh and pats my cheek. “That’s very sweet, but there’s no separating you from your job.” Her hand slips beneath the water to rest on mine. “We’re your family, but you have another that’s counting on you, and I’ll do everything I can to help you run it.”
“I don’t want you involved in any of it.”
“We’re married now,” she reminds me. “Partners in everything for life.”
“I’m pretty sure I didn’t agree to that. You have me, every part of me, for life, but I never agreed to let you put yourself in danger any more than it already is.”
She shrugs a wet shoulder. “I just mean I’m here if you need me. I’m not going to grab a gun and start going after rival families.”
“Thank god,” I groan, already imagining the million different ways she could get hurt.
“But,” she says, giving me a smile, “you can still talk to me about things. You can let me know what you’re thinking. I might be able to help.”
I think about what she’s offering, and she’s not wrong. With her brilliant mind and inability to ever mince her words with me, she would be a huge asset, and I like the idea of sharing this with her. I don’t want to keep a part of my life hidden from her, or at least not completely hidden, because I still refuse to mention anything that will cause her too much worry or stress or put her in danger, but I can give her some things. I can share more than I have been.
“Okay, principessa,” I tell her. “I’ll tell you as much as I’m able to.”
“Can we go to La Dolce Vita?”
I laugh, already starting to regret my decision. “Maybe, but you’re not wearing some tiny goddamn dress if we do.”
“So possessive,” she murmurs with a smile.
“When it comes to you? Always.”
I pull her back against me again and grab a washcloth.
“Now, rest up, sweetheart. This is the only break you’re getting.”
She smiles and relaxes against me, letting me take care of her like I want. With my pregnant wife in my arms, I have everything that I could ever need or want. They’re my life and my future, and I’ll do everything I can to keep them safe because my life is no longer just about me and the mafia I run. She tore that to shreds when she walked into my life. Natalya Alessi brought me to my knees, and I couldn’t be happier about it. She’s my life, and I no longer see that as a weakness. The woman in my arms is my strength, and together we’re going to build a goddamn empire.