Chapter 27
Yuki
What a day!
While I’m loading the dishwasher, I think about how close I came to losing everything. If Augusto and Ryo hadn’t made peace, I don’t know what I would’ve done.
Crisis averted. Don’t think about what could’ve happened.
Even though I told Ryo he could spend the night here, he declined, saying he’d be back first thing in the morning.
After the men shook hands for the second time, things didn’t feel as tense anymore, and I could focus on catching up with my brother.
Pressing the start button, I shut the door and let out a sigh as the machine begins to clean the dishes.
When I walk back to the living room, I hear Augusto say, “Thanks, Christiano. I’ll keep you updated as things progress.”
He comes into the foyer, and noticing me, he gives me a comforting smile. “How are you holding up, my love?”
“I’m okay.” I close the distance between us and wrap my arms around his waist, taking a deep breath of his scent. “It’s a lot to process, but I’m happy.” I tilt my head up so I can meet his eyes. “Thank you for not killing Ryo and agreeing to help him. I know I’m asking a lot of you.”
He cups my cheeks, his gaze softening on me.
“You’re welcome, my little shapeshifter.
” Bending down, he gives me a quick kiss.
“I’m going to shower. Get ready for bed.
” He pulls away and walks toward the stairs, but then stops to add, “My bed. I want you to move all your clothes over to the third floor. No separate rooms anymore.”
A grin spreads over my face as I follow him up the stairs. “Okay. I’ll take care of it tomorrow.”
When I turn to go to my bedroom, Augusto grabs hold of my hand, and I have no choice but to go up to the third floor with him.
I let out a chuckle as I ask, “What about getting ready for bed?”
“All you have to do is strip naked, my wife. Don’t think for one moment you’re going to get any sleep tonight.”
Ohhhh…
After we walk into Augusto’s bedroom, he lets go of my hand and heads to the bathroom. I hear the shower turn on while I take a good look around me.
Where my bedroom is all light colors, his is dark.
“Yuki,” he calls from the bathroom, and I walk to the door, giving him a questioning look.
He unbuttons his shirt, his expression filled with dominance, which makes my core clench and my stomach erupt with flutters.
“Get naked, my wife.”
My eyes rake over his chest as he drops his shirt on the floor, and while I toe off my sneakers, I enjoy the show he’s giving me.
When he pushes his pants down his muscled thighs, I remember how he didn’t fit all the way inside me, and I begin to worry that it might become a problem.
Augusto lifts his hand to my jaw and strokes his thumb over my skin. “What’s that worried look for?”
My eyebrows pull together. “What if you don’t fit again?”
The corner of his mouth lifts, and his expression fills with dark desire. “That’s the last thing you need to worry about. I told you I love the way your pussy fights my cock. It’s a big turn on for me.”
It feels like my cheeks turn the brightest shade of red. It’s one thing hearing him talk dirty while we’re in the heat of the moment, but a whole different thing right now.
Augusto’s smile grows as he steps closer to me, and taking hold of my top, he tugs it over my head before reaching behind me to unhook my bra. “I said get naked, wife.”
Right.
The moment I remove my pants and underwear, Augusto’s hand covers my breast while his other arm snakes around my back, tugging me against him.
He massages and tweaks my nipple as he ducks his head low to press kisses to my throat.
My abdomen clenches, and I feel myself growing wet between my legs as I rub my palms up and down his chest.
Ohhhh, yes.
As desire fills my veins, I grow bolder and begin to kiss his chest, my fingers feasting on his six-pack.
He lifts me off my feet and moves us under the warm spray of water. “Let’s get the shower over with so I can have my wicked way with you.”
While we wash, we keep staring at each other, and the tension builds between us until it feels downright explosive. I can’t get enough of watching Augusto’s hands glide over his body, and when he strokes suds over his cock, a breath hitches in my throat.
By the time we step out of the shower and dry off, my skin feels super sensitive, and my heart is beating fast, anticipation buzzing in my chest.
I get a glimpse of him from behind and almost let out a groan from how hot he looks. His ass is firm, and COSA NOSTRA, a date, and VITALE are tattooed over his shoulders.
When he takes a step in my direction, I dart around him and into the bedroom while shaking my head. “Before you take all the control, I want you to do something for me.”
“What?”
“Get on the bed, in the same position you were in while you were fucking me last night.”
His cock jerks, and an eyebrow lifts, his voice is much deeper when he says, “You keep talking like that, and we’re not going to make it to the bed.”
I watch as he gets onto the covers, and when he’s kneeling with his thighs wide apart, arousal coats my inner thighs at the incredibly erotic sight.
Crawling up behind him, I trail my fingers over the words on his back, asking, “What is the date for?”
“It’s when I took over from my father as the head of the family.”
I rub my hands over his skin, and it feels as if I’m getting drunk from touching his incredible body. I move to his side and press a kiss beneath his ear while I fist his cock and stroke him hard.
His cock feels feverishly hot, pre-cum already weeping from the tip because of his need for me.
“Jesus,” he groans.
With my other hand, I grab hold of his right asscheek and dig my nails into the firm muscle.
“I’m not going to last long if you keep going,” he warns me.
“This is for me.”
He turns his head in my direction, and seeing the burning hunger in his eyes, more arousal coats the valley between my legs. As I seal our mouths together, I stroke him faster while having my fill of massaging his ass.
“Fuck,” he grunts into my mouth, and knowing he’s close, I move in front of him, my other hand rubbing over his chest and abs.
Augusto watches as I touch him, his eyes hooded and his lips parted. His muscles ripple, and when his body jerks, his release hits my abdomen and stomach in spurts.
“Such a good husband,” I praise him.
Suddenly, he lunges for me, and within a second, I’m on my back, and his mouth clamps over my right nipple, his hands roving roughly over my skin.
“My turn,” he growls before he bites and sucks each of my nipples until I feel delirious with need.
Only then does he drag a finger through my slit, and when he feels how wet I am, a satisfied sound rumbles from him. “Such a wet pussy, drooling for my cock.”
I nod as he grabs a pillow then orders, “Lift your ass.”
When I do as I’m told, he pushes the pillow beneath me to keep my pelvis suspended in the air.
Augusto moves down my body, and his shoulders force my legs to open as wide as they can. A smile spreads over my face because I know what’s coming, and as his tongue swipes through my folds, I grab hold of the covers.
With every lick and suck, he speeds up his pace, his ravenous eyes remaining locked on my face as he devours me.
I’m so lost in this moment, there’s only Augusto and what he’s doing to my body as he pushes me closer and closer toward an orgasm.
“Please,” I gasp, my back arching, and it has my husband rub the hell out of my clit. The sound escaping me is something between a sob and a whimper, and as pleasure pulses through my body, every muscle tenses.
I feel Augusto position his cock at my entrance, and the instant I lose all strength and my body turns to Jell-O, he surges forcefully inside me.
A cry is ripped from me as the sharp, burning pain from last night comes back tenfold.
“Christ, Yuki,” he groans. “Sorry, my love.” He slams deeper inside me, the pain increasing drastically for a few seconds before it starts to lessen.
I gasp my way through the initial shock of the unexpected pain while Augusto peppers my face with kisses.
“Are you all the way in?” I ask, my tone hoarse.
He lifts his head to meet my eyes and gives me a proud smile. “Yes. You’re a fucking tight fit, but I’m in.”
“Thank God,” I sigh with relief.
“How’s the pain?”
“It’s getting better.” The corner of my mouth lifts as I wrap my arms around his neck. “You can fuck me.”
His eyes darken again, and I pick up that it’s a turn on for him if I curse during sex.
His mouth nips at mine, then he growls, “It feels like I’m getting to take your virginity twice.” He braces a forearm beside my head, and gripping hold of my jaw with his other hand, he crushes his mouth to mine. As the kiss turns hungry and wild, he pulls out before surging back inside me.
I feel every thick, long inch of him forcing my inner walls to wrap around him, and he hits so deep, the pain returns.
When I flinch, he breaks the kiss, asking, “You okay?”
“Just keep going. I think it will get better if I get used to your size.”
My husband doesn’t wait for a second invitation and begins to move. Luckily for me, I’m right, and with every thrust, the pain lessens until there’s none. Finally, I can focus on how it feels to have him so deep inside me.
I feel every solid inch of my husband’s body rub against mine as he keeps filling me with brutal strokes, and soon I’m completely lost in the feel of his cock claiming me.
His eyes take mine captive, and I see the emotions on his face before he says, “I love you, my wife. So fucking much.”
My eyes mist with happy tears, because this is all I wanted for the longest time. To be a woman who’s loved by a man.
“I love you, too,” I whisper, saying the words for the first time in eleven years.
He lowers his head, and as his mouth takes mine in a tender kiss, it feels as if he’s worshiping me. His pace slows down, and every time he pushes his cock into me, his tongue strokes over mine.
When I realize he’s not fucking me, but making love to me, everything I feel for him explodes like fireworks through my heart.
We connect on a level I didn’t know existed, and when we find our release at the same time, we inhale each other's moans of pleasure.
After we come down from our orgasms, Augusto stills inside me. His eyes find mine with a tender look, and the corner of his mouth lifts.
“What?” I whisper.
“Sex with you is a religious experience. Being so deep inside you feels like home to me.”
Grinning at him, I say, “I like that.”
He doesn’t pull out, but instead, wraps his arms around me, letting out a satisfied sigh. “Now that I’m finally inside you, I don’t want to pull out. I love feeling your tight walls around my cock.”
I begin to trail random patterns on his back as I relish in the feel of all his weight bearing down on me.
I could sleep like this.