Chapter 30
Luca
VIVIENNE BIRD MANCINI wasn’t just beautiful or bold or drawn in vivid colors. She was extraordinary, unmatched by any creature living or legend. And she was mine. I reveled in her touch, drowned in her pleasure, and spent every waking moment soaking up the thoughts rolling from her tongue.
“Trust is freedom,” she said.
We talked, she prayed, and we confessed information most couples would have before they vowed fidelity.
Little pieces of knowledge. Feelings. Wants.
Desires. All of them shared with my ring already on her finger.
We had a strange start. Still, I wouldn’t change anything.
Waking up every morning, wrapped in Vivienne, was the only blessing in my dark life.
With our arms and legs tangled together and the steady beat of her heart next to mine, I could actually breathe and live.
Crazy how the love of a little bird changed my entire future.
In sleep, she was so innocent. Her face relaxed into the vulnerability she felt the first time we fucked and every time since.
I traced the outline of her pouty lips, then the arch of her high cheekbone.
This was our last day at the cabin. I hated the thought of returning to reality, especially with her father’s countdown ticking away each minute.
One week was now three days, and Vivi had yet to delve into the truth I desperately needed.
Simone’s secrets. If she didn’t talk, she was dead, and without Vivienne, I wouldn’t exist. Her honesty was the only way to keep us both alive.
I swept my fingers along her jaw, and her lashes fluttered. Gray eyes blinked open and focused on my face, uncertainty flashing in the frost.
Ninety-six hours of Vivienne, and I was an addict.
She didn’t know, couldn’t know, how desperate I was.
How needy. How I melted from her touch. I worshipped her.
I worshipped her, and still, she looked at me as if she didn’t believe I could love her like I did.
She tortured me with those eyes—fire and ice.
Before we were forced together, they would glide over me, cool and detached, leaving a cold chill on my spine.
Now they burned hot, searing my skin when I moved in her, as I lost myself inside her, as this infernal body captured my broken soul and rebuilt it with her own.
Goddamn. This woman owned me, and it pissed me off that she didn’t know just how fucking gorgeous and powerful she truly was. My eternal queen.
“Luca,” she whispered, her voice deep and rough with sleep.
Surrounded by vanilla and sin and the halo of her hair, I was instantly hard, my erection pressing against her stomach.
After last night, she had to be sore, so I just lifted her hand and kissed the tips of each finger.
Then she laced hers between my own—a small gesture my heart found fascinating, flipping behind my rib cage.
“Buongiorno, mio bellissimo uccellino.” I pressed my lips to hers.
It was meant to be another sweet moment, but Vivi’s tongue touched mine.
Friction. Sparks. A flame. I closed my eyes and leaned in, kissing her the way I liked.
With the soft, desperate brutality that left her breathless and aching.
The kind of kiss that led to a blaze only our bodies could extinguish.
I groaned and she was under me, and I was pushing inside her with a hiss.
“Goddamn.”
A small hum of pleasure vibrated in her chest.
“You like that, uccello? You like taking it like a good, obedient wife should?” I asked while rising up and laying my forehead on her shoulder.
“I’d like it better if you gave me every fat inch of your dick.”
“Yeah?” We both watched my thick crown breach her entrance, not once—but on a slow repeat.
Just in and then out. Just deep enough, my head disappeared into pretty pink folds, the tight squeeze forcing a gasp from her lungs and a groan from mine.
The more I moved, the wetter and filthier the sounds and her words filling the room.
I wanted to come right then, fucking her with the tip of my dick, and with her wiggling and begging beneath me.
Begging so nicely, I got on my knees. Her thighs fell open, creating a pretty pink butterfly that I wanted to defile.
“Like this, Vivi?” I pumped into her greedy body with a hard stroke.
Pleasure ripped down my spine. Vivi grabbed her tits, her gold pendant crushed between mounds of flesh as she pulled her nipples.
“God, yes,” she breathed. “I love when you’re inside me. You feel so good, like every inch of your dick was made just for me.”
“Because it was. I was made for you. Just as you were made to be my wife. My pretty little begging wife, tight and wet and ready to fuck every time her husband’s cock is hard. Isn’t that right.”
I punched my hips. She smiled and dropped one hand to her clit. I nearly came again. This little silver-haired cherub rubbing one off with my dick buried balls deep in her cunt was too much. Nothing, no one in the universe was as beautiful.
“You love it,” she whispered.
“What do I love? Say it out loud,” I goaded.
A blood-red flush covered her tits and chest. “My pussy. You love my pussy.”
“Goddamn right, I do. I love every fucking thing about you, Vivienne.”
The frost in her eyes melted, just as I did for my wife.
I leaned down to kiss her mouth—it was sloppy and wet—and because I’d give her anything, I fucked into her with a punishing pace.
So hard, my lips slipped to her chin, then her nipple that she pulled, and the other that was free.
My teeth took it and tugged until she moaned, and I couldn’t think about anything but the pleasure racing down my spine.
But Christ, she had to come with me, so I rolled her onto her stomach, wrapped that silver hair around my fist, and brought her to her knees.
My other hand found the rioting pulse in her neck, and I pounded out her next breath from behind.
I also promised that she was mine, reassuring us both that we were here, married, and together forever.
No one would take her away from me. My hands slid down her sweat slicked skin to her hips, and I bounced her on my dick.
She gasped, her fists twisting in the sheet and holding on through the punishing strokes.
When her cunt clenched around me and the breathless hiccup interrupted her incoherent chant, I leaned my forehead on her back and reached around to pet her clit.
The slick, swollen knot rolled under my fingers.
Her body tensed and broke into an orgasm that tightened and squeezed my dick so hard, I groaned through my own release.
We fell to the mattress, winded and satisfied.
Neither of us moved until her heartbeat steadied under my palm.
I kissed her shoulder, then held her asscheek open while I pulled out of her slowly.
What a goddamn sight. I smacked that same cheek because I was rock-hard again.
She grunted but smiled and rolled onto her back, flushed and pink skinned.
“Mio salvatore,” she whispered, cupping my face.
I kissed her palm. “Let’s wash up and start breakfast.”
“No.”
“No?” An amused sound scratched my throat. “What should we do, then?”
“This. Luca and orgasms. That’s what I want all day. Except…” She glanced toward the door, and her good humor settled into a pretty pout.
I rolled my thumb over her bottom lip. “Returning to the compound won’t change what we’ve found here, uccello.”
That same flare of vulnerability lit up her eyes. “How do you know?”
“Because I love you.”
Her sweet smile was my reward, along with her lips for a kiss.
“Forever, amore mio,” I said against her mouth. “This is my promise to you.”
“How have I gotten so lucky all of a sudden?”
Cursed was more like it, but I plucked her up instead of saying so, twisting her over my shoulder.
She was too thin and needed to eat, even if I preferred lounging in bed as well.
I swatted her ass for tempting me, but she purred instead of fussing, and I laughed again.
“We have the rest of our lives for love, il mio amore. Duty calls, so we must go home. Besides, don’t you have work to do for Sofia’s wedding? ”
“Ugh.” Her forehead thumped against my spine. “How could I forget?”
“My dick is very distracting.”
“Hmm.” She tapped a finger on my backside. “I’m having trouble recalling the specific details of that as well. This must be a bout of amnesia. You should remind me just how distracting it is.”
I set her on the bathroom vanity and touched the tip of her nose. “Your mental and physical health are my top priorities, so you can enjoy my dick daily. Which is why we’ll shower and eat, and then we’ll fuck.”
“A swim first, per favore.”
I didn’t protest. I kissed her, turned the water on hot, and allowed her to play with me while I washed her hair and every bit of her skin.
We fooled around, only to dry off for her to get wet again.
The ocean was her comfort. The laps taxed her muscles and loosened the tension in her mind.
I was not as comfortable pacing the shore—gun in one hand, bright yellow dandelions clenched in the other.
I scowled at my men as they watched me search the lawn for wildflowers.
Vivienne was already mine, yet I wanted to woo my wife.
I’d build a fucking Ferris wheel from fallen timber if I had to, but one day she would have that ride.