Chapter 28 #2
The gown crumbled to the floor, our fingers twining together on her bare stomach. “And after this life, Luca. Do you belong to me for eternity?”
I closed my eyes, wishing I could absorb her innocence and absolve my sins in her brilliance, but my soul was already sold. The only choice I had was another lie. “If heaven exists and the gates open for me, I’ll walk by your side through infinite years. There would be no end to us.”
“There is no end,” she clarified in a fierce tone that mimicked the way she clung to me. “Man will never keep us apart, and neither will God or the devil. That is my promise to you as your wife. I’ve waited too long for this. Touch me, per favore.”
She stepped out of my embrace and faced me, submitting her heart to my war-torn hands.
I drank her in, looking beyond the pastel bruising.
A scrap of pink lace at the apex of her thighs, and full breasts rounded and spilling over the stays of her corset.
Each rushed breath gave away her nerves, and still, my dick went rock-hard because she was so goddamn perfect.
I shook with the need to own her, to mark her skin so everyone knew she was mine.
But not like this. I was too greedy—so greedy and selfish that I would hurt her if I didn’t slow down.
“Turn around,” I commanded.
She blinked and worried her hands in front of her stomach but finally complied, and her ass—that perfect peach so ripe and ready for my palm and the blooming pink tint I longed to paint across it—came into view.
So did her legs, which were petite and toned.
Every inch of her was a delicious, tempting sin. I couldn’t deny I wanted a taste.
“Do you know what I see, Vivienne?”
She shook her head as I unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it to the floor with her dress. “What?”
“My beautiful wife.”
A tremor rocked her shoulders.
I inched closer, my hands sinking into the flesh on her hips while my mouth found her ear. “I see the body that belongs to me now. The woman who’ll trust me to care for it, make it sing with glory. Do you believe that I’ll satisfy your deepest craving even when you don’t know it’s what you need?”
“I do,” she said without a flicker of hesitation.
A dark sound of satisfaction rumbled in my chest. “Il mio buon e bellissimo uccellino.” I kissed her shoulder and ran my tongue over silky skin before dropping to my knees.
My nose brushed her asscheek, and she moaned as my fingers unlaced her corset.
Then I gave a familiar command. “Look at me, Vivienne.”
A shaky breath exhaled from her lungs while she pivoted on her heels.
The last of the laces pulled free, as did the lingerie protecting her against my roving gaze.
Her tits fell into my hands. My thumbs rolled over her pink nipples, and I cursed the hard thump of my heart.
I touched her everywhere, memorizing every soft line of the beautiful portrait my strokes created.
The small curve of her waist and the tiny swell of her abdomen. Her hips and thighs. La mia bellezza.
I kneeled for my salvation, resting my forehead on her stomach as her fingers raked through my hair.
An unfamiliar feeling seeped into my chest. Something strange.
Something new and so terrifying, I warred against the emotion, closing my eyes and clinging to Vivienne.
My wife. My happiness. My greatest regret.
One day, she would hate me. I was just as sure of that as I was of our vows, binding us together for eternity—but I would never let her go.
My entire future was tied up in her arms, and those fucking nightly prayers I desperately wanted someone to hear.
No one listened. God abandoned me, stealing my innocence and leaving me in a church without love and faith. If I wasn’t worthy of His love, how could I accept Vivienne’s?
“Luca, look at me.”
The familiar command spun against me, and I knew why she struggled with it every time.
If I looked at my queen now, she would see everything.
The deceit. Fear. Hope. Instead of complying, I trailed biting kisses over her hip.
Desperate for her to feel what I did and wouldn’t name, my thumb hooked the lace covering her cunt, drew it to the side, and I breathed in Vivienne in her most primal state, sweet and husky.
“Luca.” She tugged again, but I nudged her legs apart with my knee and buried my face between her legs.
A low moan vibrated through her body, melding with my own.
Fuck, but she was perfect. Pink silk. Red velvet.
She convulsed when my tongue stroked her swollen clit, circled it once, then slicked down to where she was the wettest. I groaned as I ate, not caring for the hell my sin created.
“Oh, my dear God,” she cried, yet I knew the praise was mine.
I held her closer, licking and spreading her open with the press of my mouth, sucking and kissing her pussy as I had not yet done to her mouth.
She trembled and clung to me, her nails biting into my shoulders while her hips found the rhythm and she fucked my face.
Blood rushed my groin, a hazy flash of lust pulling my patience thin.
I was achingly hard, but this was Vivienne, and her pleasure came first. So I applied more pressure.
I needed to hear her breathless gasp just before she came on my tongue.
I couldn’t stop. Not even when she called my name and folded over me.
I just leaned in, gripping her ass in my hands and sucking her clit.
Her legs shook. She made the sound—a hollow inhale followed by a low moan shuddering from her lungs.
I wanted more. Everything she offered. All her firsts. The seconds and thirds. A lifetime never ending.
She quivered against my mouth, and then I turned, pulling her down and pinning her beneath me on the rug, flushed and with a heaving chest. I held myself over her on shaking arms, my own breath coming in waves. My monster rising in triumph over his prey.
Her frosty eyes blinked to mine. “Kiss me,” she demanded.
Her fingers found my cheeks, pulling me down until we were nose to nose, and she licked over the seam of my lips.
A sweet purr of satisfaction vibrated in her throat when she tasted herself on me.
Frustration turned the sound into a rough scrape because I wouldn’t open and give her more.
“Kiss me, per favore,” she insisted again.
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
I pressed a hand on her neck, my thumb resting on the thump, thump, thumping of her racing pulse.
Vivienne, my Vivienne, was naked and begging beneath me.
A vision I had imagined so many times before, but reality was almost too bright to focus on.
La mia stella splendente. I’d snuff out her brilliance if I wasn’t careful.
“Uccello.” The tremor in the word gave away my aching hunger. “I’m too… fuck, Vivienne, I’ll—”
“Be exactly what I need. I promise you that, mio salvatore.” She goaded me into action with her nails scraping down my torso, tugging at my belt, then the clasp and zipper on my pants, using her feet to drag the fabric over my ass. All of this while she kissed and laughed against my mouth.
“Touch me, inside and out,” she demanded, squirming beneath me.
Teasing me with that fucking body. Making me crazier by the minute.
Taking my shaft in her hand. Good Christ. I dropped my head, watching her rub me off from root to tip, my thick crown bobbing just above the patch of hair covering her mound.
A black haze bled into the corners of my vision.
She made me insane. So fucking insane, my thumb pressed harder into her rioting pulse.
“You don’t know what you ask for,” I said between clenched teeth.
“I do. A million times, I do. I want to taste you as you have me. Luca, I’ve wanted this for so long. Don’t make me wait another minute to feel everything with you. Make me yours.”
Soon. But even with Vivienne’s fist stroking my dick, there was something that we needed to discuss.
“When was your last cycle?”
A red flush scorched her skin, and her hand fell away. “Luca.”
“I’m your husband, Vivienne. Nothing is off the table. You’ll tell me your needs, and my job is to fulfill them. But I have my own limits, and a kid is one.”
Vulnerability flashed in her eyes. “You don’t want them with me?”
“I want ten with you—make it a full dozen,” I assured.
“My seed growing and plumping your fucking delicious figure is all I think about some nights. A houseful of laughter and tears, trophies, skinned knees, and baby dolls, but not like this. Not with our future clouded by uncertainty. I won’t leave a child of mine without a father or a mother. ”
“Vigo again,” she spat, but the soft stroke of her finger on my face told me where her furor was directed.
“It’s not forever, uccello.”
“It only feels that way because he dictates everything, even how my husband takes me.”
“Not how.” I captured her wrists, lifting them above her head. “When was your cycle?”
“I’m due in a few days.”
“Good. When we return, we’ll go to Doc Straus. But for now, I’m taking another first. Don’t move these hands, Vivienne.” I wrapped her tiny fingers around the foot of the wrought iron bedframe. “So help me, if you do, there’ll be hell to pay, and your pussy will settle the debt. Capisce?”
“Do you promise?”
I nearly laughed, but she was a sight, my wife, with her silver hair, wild and askew.
Darkness bled into her frosty eyes as I climbed to my knees, one on either side of her waist. Her tits were perfection.
I pinched the tips, rolling them between my fingers, until she wiggled and moaned.
My dick ached for release, but I wouldn’t steal her virginity with a rough punch of my hips.
I’d take her mouth—that dirty fucking mouth that asked for love and demanded my lust. I’d give her both.
“Answer me,” she insisted, then licked her lips while staring at my shaft.
“Prometto.” I inched forward, cock in hand, moving closer, closer still, close enough that the tip of her tongue lapped at my crown.
Some kind of tortured noise scraped out of my lungs, and I lost the last threads of my sanity by pushing into her mouth.
I hissed. She hummed around me. “I’m granting wishes, my sexy, filthy bride. And this is what you want, is it not?”
She hollowed her cheeks in answer, sucking my dick to the back of her throat. Heat shot down my spine. I groaned and pulled out, then angled my hips. “Relax for me.”
My sweet, obedient wife smiled, then opened to take me deeper. Good Christ. “You’re so beautiful with your lips stretched around me,” I praised. “I’ve thought about this, Vivienne. I’ve thought about fucking your pretty mouth so many times, but nothing compares to reality.”
Pleasure raced through my veins and my control slipped. I slicked my fingers in her hair and fucked into her throat until tears glazed her eyes and she choked on my cock. I pulled out, squeezing the base of my shaft and tapping the weight against those plump, fucking lips.
“Enough?”
She shook her head so franticly that her silver hair broke from the pins holding it in place. But she broke me completely when she licked my weeping crown and said, “I want everything.”
“Oh, my sweet bird. I’m going to give it to you, and then we’ll start again. I’ll fuck your sweet cunt until you beg me to stop. Would you like that?”
I slipped inside her wet heat, and she hummed again in response.
With her mouth stretched and full, I sank in as deeply as her throat allowed.
I stayed there, grinding my hips and savoring the hold she had on my dick and my heart.
It pumped furiously, as did my hips. Goose bumps popped on her arms, and she managed another moment with them unbound but captive on the bedframe.
Another thrust, and she caved, scratching my thighs and holding my ass as I did hers, urging me to use and worship her in any way I desired.
I wanted her—so desperately, I couldn’t berate her choice of husband.
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t hold in my moan as hers vibrated around my aching cock.
I focused on her eyes. They were so clear that I saw myself for the first time.
There was no job or vow to the Cosa Nostra.
No death, just life. Where Vivienne loved me without the lies and secrets.
There was my wife, bound to me without chains and by free will.
A future where she begged and my only responsibility was to give her orgasms and babies, one after the other, for the rest of our lives.
She eased her head back, opening and swallowing me whole, demanding my release. Sweat dripped from my forehead as I clenched her hair, pounding her mouth as if it were her cunt, and she pleaded for her own relief. Instead, I took mine.
“Do you want it, Vivienne?”
Heat smoldered under the frost, and the claw of her nails digging into my hips was the indication that she did.
“Take it all.” I pumped harder, losing myself in this insanity and the idea we could have something different when this, right here—when Vivienne was so insanely perfect, I couldn’t ask for anything more. “Now, little bird, right the fuck now.”
Her teeth scraped my shaft. I howled, folding over and holding her in place as sensation burst along my spine. She sucked and swallowed, accepting all I had to offer. I groaned as a new consciousness formed, and the future was clear.
Vivienne Mancini owned me, and I would do everything in my power to remain by her side for eternity.