Chapter Forty-five
Ciro
“W here are we?” she asks as I lead her to the docks, my fingers intertwined with hers, loving how her palm feels against mine.
“You’ll see,” I reply with a smile as I guide her onto the boat.
The boat rocks gently on the water as the faint sound of the waves creates a soothing hum for the night. Vida’s face lights up as she notices the setup I had arranged. The red candles flicker softly by the calm breeze, a beautiful dessert is laid out on the table, and the warm glow of lanterns spread across the floor sets the mood perfectly.
God! Her expression is everything. Awe. Delight. That little spark of wonder I can never get enough of. Every time I see her eyes sparkle, I’m convinced she was created from the finest and richest of sands.
“Ciro. This is . . .” she pauses, turning to me with her lips slightly parted.
“I know,” I reply with a smirk, slowly stepping up behind her and pulling out her chair. “Sit, piccolo caos .”
She hesitates for a second, her eyes still wide in surprise before letting herself sink into the chair, her fingers trailing over the tablecloth as if testing whether it’s real or not.
Absolutely adorable. This is nothing compared to the life I’ll give her. She better buckle up, because I’m just getting started.
“I’ll be right back,” I say, brushing a kiss to her temple before slipping away to retrieve her surprise.
The last time I tried to get this, I was rudely interrupted, so this time, I decided to give them to her in a better way.
The bouquet rests in the cabin below deck, wrapped carefully to avoid even a single crease on the covers of the books.
Flowers and novels. I shake my head, remembering how many hours I spent scrolling through the internet to find this idea.
As I step back onto the deck, I watch as she shifts slightly, curiosity dancing on her face.
“Figured you’d need more for your stash,” I smile, holding out the bouquet.
And just like I’d thought, she freezes. Her eyes move between the flowers and the books bundled in their center.
“Oh my!” she finally says, excitement hitting her as her pitch goes higher. “Ciro, they are beautiful! I’ve only seen these online, how did you . . .?”
She trails off as she takes the book bouquet from my hands, admiring the books and roses.
“I assume you like them?” I smirk, enjoying all the expressions that dance across her face.
“God! I absolutely love them! Thank you so much,” she replies, getting up and planting a kiss on my cheek.
Fuck!
If I wasn’t trying to be the most romantic man she’d ever meet, I would bend her over this table and show her how much that simple act of hers makes my cock beg for her pussy.
“But . . . I mean, why?” she asks softly, her tone still showing her surprise and disbelief.
“Just because,” I say, my voice low. I watch her carefully as the corners of her lips turn up in the smallest, most precious smile.
She laughs breathlessly, shaking her head. “You’re unbelievable. Do you know how ridiculous this is? How thoughtful and perfect this is?”
Her giggles fill the air, her eyes going back to the bouquet as she smiles and looks closer at each of the books.
“I will give you the world, little chaos, even if you ask for it or not, I will give it to you on a platter of gold,” I tell her, taking a seat across her as I watch her eyes soften.
“I know you will . . . I just know it,” she replies, looking at me like I’m her entire fucking world.
The knowledge that she feels this way has my heart swelling in my chest and a heady sense of desire and pride flowing through me. I want to keep this look on her face for as long as I live. She is my entire world. My reason to breathe, and fight, and live. She is everything and she was made just for me.
Movement catches my attention, bringing me out of my thoughts of her and back to the present with her. She’s digging in her bag, her eyes finding mine again as she pulls whatever it is she’s looking for out and puts it in her lap where I can’t see it.
Her cheeks begin to heat and she bites her bottom lip like she’s nervous, making me curious what she has that she’s so nervous to show me.
“Little chaos,” I start, drawing out her nickname in a slight warning. She takes a deep breath before looking back down at the item and then back up at me.
“I was hoping to give you your presents at home today . . .” she says, pausing as she reaches up and places a crimson red velvet pouch on the table, the soft fabric embellished with the Ballera crest on it. “Since I didn’t get to see you until tonight, I could only bring the part of your gift that would fit in my bag.”
She got me a gift? More than one from the sounds of it. I’m used to getting annoying gifts from Carmela, like the shirt with her face plastered all over it that she got me last year that I still refuse to wear, and some things from Dad and Franchesco, but I’ve never gotten something from someone like this. The fact that she went out of her way to find something for me, something she thinks I’ll enjoy, has a warmth flooding through my body that I’ve never felt before.
“Little chaos, you didn’t need to get me anything,” I protest softly, taking the pouch from her after she opens my hand and places the gift into it.
“You’re my husband and it’s your birthday, you deserve this and so much more.” Her words leave me a little speechless, and before I can come up with a response, her smile grows and she laughs. “Stop trying to think of ways to argue with me and open it already.”
She’s definitely spending too much time with my sister.
Doing as I’m told, I untie the string and pull open the pouch, turning it over and letting the contents drop into my open palm. The cool metal of the thin black chain registers first before I hold it up and spot the letters C this is where I belong. I belong in front of her while she raves on about the things she loves.
When she finishes, I lean back slightly and ask the question I’ve been holding onto since her first nightmare, even though I’m afraid to ruin the moment. “And Adam?”
She flinches, just slightly, but I catch it.
“He was in a life I’ve moved on from,” she comments, smiling sadly.
“Little chaos,” I say, my voice dipping into something darker. “I’m not sorry that you’re not his anymore. But I promise you, baby, I’ll have you and keep you in ways he never did.”
Her breath hitches and her lips tremble as a single tear slips down her cheek.
It kills me, destroys me, that he still has this effect on her. He still has some power over what is mine. But even though it destroys me so much, why did my cock just twitch at the sight of that tear reaching her lips?
Fuck!
I reach out, swiping the tear away with my thumb. My voice drops to a low growl. “I know I just ruined you in the woods earlier, but watching you cry makes me wonder how stunning you’ll look if you do it while choking on my cock.”
Her eyes snap to mine, her gaze filled with shock. Just as she opens her mouth to talk, she stops and I almost start to wonder if I’m becoming too much for her.
And then, damn her, she smiles; a wickedly evil smile.
“Get up,” she says, her voice steady and commanding. “And pull down your pants. Now.”
Something primal pops inside me, and I obey without hesitation. My hands move to unbuckle my belt and shove my pants down my thighs. My cock springs free, hard and aching as the cool night air brushes against me as I stand waiting for whatever evil thing she plans to do to me.
I watch as she stands slowly, her gaze dragging over me like she owns me, because fuck, she does! She steps forward, her movements slow and utterly tempting as she kneels before me.
She may be the one kneeling in front of me, but I’m her freaking slave.
Her hands find my thighs, her nails digging into the flesh as she leans in, her breath hot against me. Shit! I could explode on her face right now if she doesn’t stop her teasing.
Just as I look down at her to beg her to have me, to take all of me into her gorgeous mouth, she smiles at me, taking me in, inch by inch, and I swear I see stars.
I had prepared for this, had spent years perfecting control, and taming my impulses, but with Vida? My wife? Fuck! She has this way of tearing through all of it with ease, piece by piece. Unapologetic too.
With slow deliberate slickness, she works me, reminding me I’m her property too, just as much as she is mine.
“Fuck, Vida,” I growl, my voice thick with restraint. My hands fist at my sides, aching to grab her hair and force her to take all of me, but I don’t. Not yet. I need to watch her, to savor the sight of her on her knees, completely unashamed as she devours me.
And fuck was I right! She looks stunning as she chokes on my cock with tears in her eyes. These are the only type of tears I ever want her to shed; the ones that come from me fucking her pretty mouth.
Her nails dig into my thighs more, and the sight of her lips stretched around my length almost has me losing it. She sucks harder, hollowing her cheeks, and I let out a curse that echoes into the night.
“Look at me,” I command, my voice sharp. She doesn’t hesitate, her eyes snapping up to mine. The fire in them nearly destroys me.
God, I am weak for this woman.
She moans around my cock, the intensity and vibrations shooting right to my brain. My hand finally finds the back of her head, fisting a full chunk of her hair. This time I can’t resist, I push her down, deeper, until her throat clenches around me.
So fucking beautiful.
I watch as she gags, tears now gushing even more from her eyes, yet she doesn’t pull away. No, she holds me there, one hand gripping my thigh while the other drags down my abdomen, her nails leaving a burning trail in their wake.
Fucking hell!
“You’re perfect,” I groan, my chest heaving as she pulls back just enough to breathe. Spit coats her lips and chin, slipping down to her cleavage and wetting her beautiful brown dress.
“More?” she asks, looking up at me with a smile that makes me let out a low, dark laugh as I drag my thumb over her swollen bottom lip.
“I always want more, little chaos. Now take it.”
And she does. God, does she take it.
“Come on me . . . baby,” she says with a smirk, pulling away again for a split second, and watching how a simple word can destroy a full grown man.
“Fuck you!” I reply, pushing her head toward my cock, making sure with one pump in, I can feel the back of her throat.
How can she tease me so effortlessly, with so much ease that I crumble at her feet?
“Yes!” I moan, pushing her head back and forth, letting her gags be the only sound that fills my ears.
“Yes, baby . . . yes, baby!” I say shamelessly, knowing in just a few seconds, I will be painting my wife’s face with my cum.
“Fuck!” I throw my head back as I let the most animalistic sound escape my mouth, and hold her head steady as I release in her mouth.
“Take it, baby. Take it like a good girl,” I say, now watching as I shake out every bit of cum in me into her.
“You know what to do,” I say, smirking as her gaze locks with mine and she swallows all of me.
I know for fact I’ve lived my life just to finally die in her hands.