Chapter Thirty-Three
My ribs are healing well, and I’ve started swimming again.
I wear the smallest swimming trunks I can find, and I smirk as I swim past him.
I long for his attention, the way it makes me feel, the way he’s oblivious to anything else around him when I’m near.
It’s a heady feeling to hold the attention of a man like him, feeling like I’m the centre of his universe.
He watches me intently, and no one has ever looked at me like he does.
His gaze sears into my flesh, making it tingle, and I feel so alive.
So wanted. I know he’ll never tell me he loves me.
That’s just not who he is, but I feel it, overwhelmingly so.
I’m falling for him, falling totally in love with him.
Even though I feel strange, not confused as such, but like this is all happening to someone else.
Just him being near me makes me feel like I can do anything.
Staying home all day is leaving me feeling lost and unsettled though, without a purpose.
I long to finish uni, but I know I’ve missed too much.
I’ll have to re-sit the entire year. I just can’t bring myself to be away from him.
I follow Bellino around. I can’t bear it when he leaves the house without me. I know it’s unhealthy, but he makes me feel safe. I know they’re gone. I know they’re all dead, but the irrational part of me can’t quite believe it. I never thought I’d feel like this, let alone about a man.
I climb out of the pool. And stretch, I hear him groan as he stands and brings me the towel.
My bruises are almost gone. Faint yellow marks tinge my skin, lingering little memories of what happened.
As I reach out for the towel, he holds it out in both arms, and rather than take it like I normally do, I step right up to him.
He wraps it around me and looks down at me.
I lean up and give him a chaste kiss. He stares at me, the slightest twitch of his lip.
He grips me tight, and his hand shifts under the towel, and he tugs at the elastic on the trunks. “What are these?” I gasp as he twangs them against my skin.
“Swimming trunks,” I smirk.
“I know what you’re doing, lil’ lamb.”
I stare up at him, his arms wrapped protectively around me, and I smile.
“What do you mean?” I give him a cheeky grin.
I can’t help but want to flirt with him.
I love when his facade cracks for me—the tiniest of smirks, the crinkle around his eyes, even when he tries to remain stoic and in control.
I rub my hand against him. His dick is hard in his trousers, and I give him my best innocent look.
“You are playing with fire,” he grits out, but there’s no bite behind it anymore.
I’ve seen the difference in the way he is with me to the way he is with everyone else in his life.
I’ve been following him around, and I see the little glimpses of…
I won’t say softness because I don’t ever think he will be soft, but for me, he wavers, and that’s a dizzying feeling knowing that this powerful man will kill for me; he has killed for me.
To protect me, in retaliation and vengeance, he is my saviour, my protector, my husband. “How are your ribs, lil’ lamb?”
I shrug. “Fine,” I smirk, and I don’t know why, but he gives me a confidence that I have no right owning.
“Really?” He smirks, and I nod.
I scream out as the floor rushes away from my feet, and I’m tossed over his shoulder. He has me cocooned in the towel, and he lifts me off the floor like I weigh nothing. I yelp as he smacks my ass.
“You’re a brat. Brats get sent to bed.” He strides towards the door.
“Oh, fuck.” I chuckle because I don’t know why that’s made me so hard.
Jesus, my emotions are all over the place.
He stomps through the house and up the stairs.
He kicks the bedroom door open and tosses me down on the bed, letting the towel drop to the floor.
I bounce up laughing as he starts ripping his clothes off.
An element of seriousness slides over his features as he steps out of his clothes and steps towards me.
I take a deep breath and blow it out shakily.
“You don’t seem so confident now, lil’ lamb.
” His gaze darkens. Those dark eyes bore into me as he leans forward.
His hands wrap around my trunks, and I lift my hips instinctively to help.
He tosses them on the floor and stands staring at every inch of me.
I swallow hard because I don’t know if he wants to fuck me or spank me.
The bed dips as he crawls up over my body.
He nudges my legs apart and slides up between them.
His body covers mine as I pant, trying to calm my nerves.
He’s intoxicating, and the way he looks at me sets me alight.
He holds my gaze, and my breathing starts to trickle through, more ragged with each breath. I’m so worked up I might explode. I might just come from the way he hovers over me, the tension in his muscles, the concentration on his face as he watches the pulse in my neck.
“Bellino.” I squirm under him. “Please?” I gasp.
“Fuck, I do like it when you beg, lil’ lamb.
” He grinds his hips against me. He licks up my neck, making me shudder.
When he reaches just under my ear, he nips, making my skin pebble.
The gravel in his voice creates a wave of goosebumps that spreads like a coating over my skin.
“Beg for me!” he grumbles. “Beg for me, lil’ lamb. ”
I close my eyes. “Please, Bellino, I… I need…” I whisper.
“You need what? Tell me, lil’ lamb, what do you need?”
“You.” My eyes open, and I stare into his eyes. The dark, dominant stare he reserves just for me sears into me. “I need you, Bellino.” My eyes flutter closed.
His lips meet mine, his tongue rough, hot, forces its way into my mouth, and my whole body relaxes, and I whimper into him.
I feel the grin against my lips as he feels me hand myself over to him, heart, body, and soul.
He kisses me until I’m breathless, and when he pulls back, my eyes widen, but the feral grin that spreads across his face makes a cold tingle spread through me.
The heat from his body is suddenly gone.
I lean up, but he settles lower between my legs.
My mouth opens to ask what he’s doing, but he thrusts two fingers into my mouth.
He grins at me as my eyes flutter closed, and I snatch his wrist, wrapping my tongue around his fingers, sucking and slurping at them as if they were his dick.
Opening my eyes, I stare into those dark orbs of his that have broken everything inside of me and knitted it back together into something stronger.
My lips pop as his fingers pull from my mouth.
Before he grins again and wraps one hand around my dick, while pressing two fingers against my ass.
I blow out a breath as he pushes against my tight hole before he winks and fuck me.
It sends electricity through me. He licks his lips before he thrusts his fingers inside me as his hot mouth envelopes my dick right to the base.
I feel it crash against the back of his throat, and he swallows.
I groan as my body drops back onto the bed.
I pull one arm over my eyes as I feel heat rush to my face.
I feel him chuckle at my embarrassment, but this is still so new, I’m so horny for him, but then those intimate moments when he stares into my soul still leave me flustered and slightly confused.
I don’t have time to dwell on it, though, as he nips at the tip of my dick and I yelp, tossing my arm back and jolting up to glare at him.
“There you are.” He grins as he takes my dick in his mouth, rolling his tongue around it, licking at my tip, nipping and tugging at my foreskin as I grind my hips against him.
I stare down at him, and my hips buck into him.
My pelvis is crashing into his face as he groans.
I tentatively slide my hand down to the top of his head, and I thrust again.
The smile on his face drops, his eyes flash with lust, and his fingers thrust back into me.
I grip his hair in my hand and buck against him.
His gaze stays fixated on me. I thrust harder.
I buck into him, and he takes every crash against his face.
I start to gasp as my muscles tighten, my balls pull up, and I groan, then yell out as I come deep in his throat.
I hold my hips against his face as I scream out his name.
Every pulse makes me twinge against him, and when I finish coming, my fingers relax in his hair. I sag against the bed out of breath, my breathing heaving and ragged, but he slowly crawls up my body as he drags his fingers from my ass, replacing them with the tip of his hot, throbbing cock.
“This ass is mine.” He slams into me. He kisses my chest. “This heart is mine.” And then he crashes his lips to mine as his hips punish me, crashing against me as I gasp at every intrusion. When he pulls back from the kiss, he growls. “You are mine.”
I nod and can’t help but smile as he slams into me again. He slides his hands around me, gripping my ass tight before rolling us. As his back hits the bed, his hands slip to the back of my knees.
He pulls them towards him, leaving me straddling him on the bed. I gasp as fuck he’s so much further inside me, my hands slam against his chest as I try to ease back a little, but he grips my hips and slides me back and forth.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, shit,” I gasp, and he grins up at me, and his grip tightens on my hips. I can feel his fingers starting to bruise my skin. The way he drags me back and forth is tantalising. My skin feels like it’s buzzing.
My eyes widen as I gasp, and there’s a moment of realisation on his face.
There’s a wave of concentration that darkens it, and he starts dragging me in the same spot.
My chest flushes, my breath catches, and I roar his name.
My body clenches down on him, and I actually scream out.
It’s unintelligible as my eyes roll in my head, my body freezes, and I try to gasp for breath.
Bellino thrusts into me as I scream, his resolve completely gone, his movements choppy and unmeasured as he roars. His hot cum fires into me.
I gasp and flop, but he bucks his hips and throws me on my back as his thrusts carry on regardless.
He powers into me, I hold my breath, and I see stars and feel like I’m plugging into the power grid as I come.
My dick pulses between us as he keeps pounding.
He slams his hips against mine and holds me tight as we both breathe.
I stare at him, wondering what the hell just happened, because it’s never felt like that before.
My body is alive, and I’m totally aware of every cell as the blood rushes through my system. His arms shake, and he collapses against me. His head rests on my chest, his dick slowly withdraws, and I shudder as cum seeps out between my ass cheeks. My cum cools, getting sticky between us.
I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight. He kisses my chest as my fingers slide over his hair. I grip him against me, and I hold on because I can’t imagine my life without him now.
He holds me all night, wrapping me tight in his grasp. He nuzzles into my neck and kisses my shoulder, but he’s holding back, thinking I’m still asleep. I wriggle against him, and he groans and nips at my shoulder. I want him. I need him. It still feels so surreal.
I’m married to a man. I’m married to a mobster. How did I even get here? And I find in that moment that I don’t care how, I just know that I’m actually happy for the first time in my life.