Chapter 24
Tommaso
I don’t deserve her, especially as I lie to her, omitting things that would likely cause her to make a different decision, yet that doesn’t stop me.
She promised, vowed, until death do us part, and even then, I’ll never let her go. I will always be a part of her, the fabric of her being, the very essence of her soul, and no one—not even Gina herself—will pry her away from me.
I’m fully sheathed within her, and her walls clench around my shaft, like they never intend to let me go. Being buried within her is nothing like I imagined it would be. It’s better. More. It’s everything.
My cock throbs, and I feel my release threatening to wallop into me to fill her with my cum, wanting nothing more than to impregnate her.
But it’s not only for implementing my plan and ensuring she’s as safe and secure as possible; it’s also because I want her to be the mother of my children.
I want to build a legacy with her that will endure and continue well past my days on this earth.
The need to mark her as mine in the most primal of ways assaults me, and my thrust back into her is almost brutal.
She cries out, piercing through my drunken haze of lust and need, and I grip her head, making my next thrust slightly less brutal.
“You’re taking me so well,” I grit through clenched teeth as I try to remain in control.
“Tommaso,” she whimpers, clutching me close.
I pull back only far enough to see her face; it’s pained, but pleasure is there.
“Dig your heels into my ass as I fuck you.” My voice is rough and gravelly as I fight for control. “Hurt me, because I can’t take this slow like I should.”
Her heels dig in just like I commanded her, her nails digging into my shoulder as she grips me tight.
Pain erupts within me, followed by euphoric bliss.
I’ve never gotten off on pain before, but my radiant queen, il mio sole, falling into the dark with me, demanding retribution for any slight against her, is a high I never could’ve fathomed.
“Fuck yes,” I groan and thrust harshly into her again.
“Oh god.” Her head tilts back to expose her throat.
I bite it like I’m the apex predator I warned her I was, causing her to moan and her walls to clutch around me. “Only my name,” I warn. “Only my name is allowed to fall from your lips.”
Her dark brown, luminous eyes open, and I fall into the depths of them. “Only you, Tommaso. Only and always you.”
“Forever.” I surge my hips forward, moving as deep into her as humanly possible, and her legs wrap tighter around me as she lifts her hips, letting her body lead where it naturally wants to go.
“No matter what.” I thrust into her harder, and pleasure coats her face as her eyelashes flutter.
“No matter what I do or what happens.” I tilt her head so she’s looking into my eyes, into my soul.
“No matter what you discover, you will never leave me.”
I’m saying too much, and I see the questions rising before I tilt her hips, pressing into her at a new angle. Soon I’ll pin her to the bed and take her like a wild animal, hammering into her ruthlessly and mercilessly, but not for her first time.
“Tommaso,” she cries as her pussy walls clench.
“Answer me,” I command as I keep up my relentless assault of taking over her body and all her senses. If I could physically worm my way into her mind, I would. I’m obsessed with her, with my need for her. The only thing that tops it is my need to keep her safe. “Promise me. Vow it to me, Gina.”
“Yes,” she gasps, digging her nails into my back, breaking the skin, and I groan as a new wave of euphoric bliss washes over me.
“Yes, what, wife?”
Her eyes pop open and lock on mine. “No matter what. No matter what you do or what happens, or what I discover, I’ll never leave you. I’m yours, Tommaso Santoro. In this life and every life after.”
Our souls were woven together before, but this is the unbreakable force that will bind them for eternity.
My precarious grip on my control snaps, and I ravage her.
But everything I do, she meets me and matches me.
Strong and resilient, my queen proves she’s my equal and meant to rule by my side in every way.
She scores my back, and my ass will have bruise marks from her heels.
Her cries of ecstasy fill the room, along with my groans and grunts like I am a damn animal.
I had worried she wouldn’t come with her first time, or that I wouldn’t be able to last long enough to get her there, but from the look on her face, the tightening of her entire body, and the clenching of her walls around my cock, she’s going to explode soon.
“Tommaso, please.” She drags her nails down my back.
“Whatever my queen wants and needs.” I flip one of her legs over my forearm and pull my knees closer for balance to keep moving in her while my other hand goes between us to play with her clit.
Like before, when I was eating her beautiful pussy and had lightly bitten her clit, I pinch it now, and she breaks.
Her screams fill our bedroom, and the tight vise of her clamping around me unleashes my orgasm.
I fuck her harder than before, insane at the thought of my cum filling her and impregnating her, until I’m sure it’s as deep inside her as humanly possible. She clutches me, shaking, and I catch myself before I collapse on her.
Bracing my weight on my forearms, I gaze down at her. The tremors and shocks of our orgasms are still rippling through both of us.
Her unbound dark hair fans around her and tendrils cling to her face. Our bodies are slick with sweat. Her eyelashes flutter as she opens her eyes with a small smile. “That was…something.”
I chuckle and kiss her nose. I’m still inside her, and when I shift, I don’t miss her slight grimace before she tries to hide it.
“I’m sorry I lost control and was too rough for your first time.”
She wraps her arms around my neck, holding me to her. “It was perfect. I love when you lose control.” She pulls me down for a slow kiss. “I love that I make you lose control.”
“And I love you.” I nuzzle her neck, my lips finding her pulse point and sucking gently.
She tilts her head, giving me better access, and moans softly. The noises she makes and her wet, warm pussy still tight around my shaft has it twitching and re-hardening.
When I pull out of her, though, she protests. Then gasps with a wince but tries to hide it again quickly.
“You’re sore. Let’s get you into a warm bath.”
“No,” she protests again, reaching for me while I sit back on my heels and gaze down at the bloody cum coating my shaft and her thighs.
The sight of it… Knowing I’m her first and her only. Knowing that my cum is inside her, hopefully, well on the way to impregnating her. That primal possessiveness rips through me again, and I don’t even try to mask it.
She props herself up on her elbows, not closing her legs or trying to hide her nakedness from me, and I fucking love it. She cocks a finely arched brow at me. “Oh, hello, caveman husband.”
I smirk, reaching forward to gather the mess that has leaked out of her and push it back inside.
She collapses flat on the bed with a shiver. I kiss the top of her mound, then each of her hard nipples, before getting off the bed.
“Wait here,” I order, “while I run the bath.”
I turn to go to the ensuite, and she gasps. “Tommaso.”
I go still, realizing what she’s seeing for the first time. Scars on my back from my mafia life that I’ve hidden so far. Up to this point, she’s only seen the scars on my hands but hasn’t asked too many questions about those.
My back, though… There’s a very obvious bullet wound scar, plus other thick ones from knife slashes, and one from a puncture wound.
“Tommaso…” Her voice shakes.
I slowly turn to see her kneeling on the bed with her hands over her mouth. “Your back… It’s bleeding. I-I hurt you.”
The scratch marks down my back burn, but I love it. “I made you bleed, wife, so it’s only fair.”
Her eyes lift to mine as she lowers her hands. “But those scars…”
It’s a fight to keep my expression even. “Old wounds.”
“From what?”
“Something I’ll tell you about soon.”
Her chin lifts. “Did I know before I lost my memories?”
“Yes. I never hid who or what I was from you.” She bites her lip, and I walk back to the bed to cup her chin, tilting her head back. “Remember your vow.”
My voice and words are laced with a possessive darkness that I can’t hide.
She shivers. “No matter what you do or what happens, or what I discover, I’ll never leave you.”
“You’re mine, Gina Santoro.”
Then I wrap her in the sheet to keep her warm while I run the bath, taking her with me instead of leaving her on the bed. I’m not giving her any chance to doubt her vow or to try to erect a wall between us if her self-preservation is warning her that I’m all sorts of walking red flags.
Nothing will take her from me. And nothing will come between us.