40. A Vow
CHAPTER 40
A VOW
J ia
Warmth floods my entire being, my chest so full I’m certain it’ll burst. Wrapped in Marco’s arms, his musky, cedarwood scent invading my nostrils, it all feels like too much. A tangle of pain, embarrassment, anger, and now hope bloat my torso. My heart slams against my ribcage in a desperate effort to break through the skeletal barrier between us.
I never planned on admitting the truth, on allowing him to see my scars, but maybe it was time. Because can a wound really heal without ever seeing the light of day?
I want to believe Marco; I wish our marriage could work because maybe Yéye is right. Maybe Marco Rossi really is the man for me. But I’m terrified. Exposing myself to him was more difficult than giving him my body.
My virginity had become more of an inconvenience than anything else.
But revealing my true self, scars and all, is humiliating. That I allowed Bà to abuse me for years is mortifying. I was weak, something I vowed never to be again. And behind Marco’s looming shadow, I fear I would become that meek little girl again.
“Talk to me, spitfire.” Marco’s gaze rakes over me, the depth of emotion in those multi-colored spheres stealing the remaining air from my lungs.
It’s not as if I want to be with another man either. But he’s right, the idea of tying myself, of placing all my faith and trust in him scares the shit out of me.
“Okay, you’ve left me no choice. I’m going to have to say it now, even if we are both naked standing in the bathroom.”
I glance down between us and finally notice his erection wedged between our bodies. I swear the man is eternally aroused.
“I love you, Jia.”
My eyes snap up, the unexpected declaration catching me completely off guard. “Wha?—”
“I’m hopelessly, madly in love with you, Jia, my wife . I probably have been for a while, now, if I’m being honest with myself, since for as long as I can remember, I haven’t wanted to fuck anyone else but you.”
My heart staggers out a manic beat, and all the air evacuates my lungs. The sincerity in his eyes is breathtaking and startling all at the same time. I want to say how can you love me ? I’ve been awful to him from the very beginning. More than that, though, I want to say I love you too , but how can I when I’m not sure I know what real love is? It’s been so long since I felt it, I’ve forgotten what it is.
“I don’t want an open marriage,” I whisper instead. For now, it’s the best I can do.
“Thank Dio ,” he mumbles against my lips. “Because the idea of another man’s hands on you would send me to an early grave. Or worse, prison, because I’d have to murder anyone who dared touch my wife. ”
My wife . Somehow it doesn’t sound so scary anymore.
I lean into him, reveling in his familiar scent. Then I rise to my tiptoes and brush a kiss to his lips. It’s chaste and gentle, but his cock grows even harder, poking me in the belly. A flicker of heat courses below my bellybutton, and my hips tilt to meet his. “I think I’m ready for that bath now.”
“Thank fuck.” He scoops me into his arms once more and within two long strides, we’re inside the oversized marble tub, the tepid water enveloping me in its embrace. He reaches for the faucet and runs the hot water, warming the lukewarm bath. Then he gently removes the bandage across my chest, scowling at the puckered skin beneath.
“It’s fine,” I whisper. “It doesn’t hurt, I swear.”
With a huff of resignation, Marco slides to the back of the tub, pulling me between his legs so my back is against his chest and his cock is wedged between my ass cheeks. He dips his chin to my shoulder, and his warm breath skates across the shell of my ear. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass, spitfire?”
A thrill races up my spine as his thick shaft glides along my crack. “No,” I squeal, wriggling. “Let’s work on one hole at a time, honey.”
His tongue licks along my collarbone, sucking and nibbling. “Fair enough. But by the time we’re old and gray, I will have claimed every inch of you, wifey.”
“I think I can handle that.”
His hand curls around my waist, then his fingers dance down my thigh and find my pulsing center. I’m already aching, but in the best way. His finger gently glides through my wet folds.
“Is this okay?” he whispers against the shell of my ear, eliciting a wave of goosebumps.
“Yes.” My hips buck, forcing his finger deeper.
“Mmm, you’re so tight, spitfire. Do you feel that? How your hungry pussy sucks my finger in? ”
I nod, the fiery sensations already building.
“Do you think you can take my cock again so soon?”
“Umhmm,” I murmur, that skilled thumb exerting just the right amount of pressure on my clit as his middle finger slips inside me.
“Good, because I want you to come all over my cock. I felt robbed yesterday.”
A cackle erupts, but it’s quickly overpowered by the building pleasure, and I chomp down on my bottom lip.
“You know, it just occurred to me I’m going to be your first for a lot of things. The first to fuck you in the bathtub, in the shower, on the balcony, the washing machine, all over this damned penthouse.”
“But Yéye ,” I pant.
“You’ll just have to be quiet, spitfire.” His thumb quickens its movements and I grind my pussy against his palm, desperate for the friction. “Or not, whatever. You know your grandfather would be thrilled about us fucking.”
He’s not wrong there. Yéye can’t wait for me to start popping out heirs. Which reminds me, we need to have the baby talk. We’d been irresponsible the other night, and married or not, I wasn’t ready for kids.
I’m about to say as much when Marco slips a second finger inside me, and pleasure roars through my system, sending me sprawling over the edge. I grip his forearms as the unexpected orgasm rips through me, the tremors vibrating from the top of my head down to the tips of my toes.
He’s toying with my nipple, only extending the flood of pleasure, when I finally regain my senses and glance up at him. A ridiculous grin parts his lips, that cocky smirk that used to irritate me so much causing my heart to trip on a beat.
“Good?” His warm breath flits through my hair.
“So good,” I groan.
“Then get ready for round two, baby.” His arm curls around the underside of my legs, and he draws me into his chest. Then he stands, not even bothering to dry either of us and darts into the bedroom, his wet feet slapping against the marble.
“Don’t you think a towel would be nice?”
“What’s the point? You’re going to be drenched in a second anyway.” He shoots me a wicked grin as he lays me across the mattress. His cock stands proud between us, and my core clenches in anticipation. I imagine his thick crown nudging at my entrance, and every nerve ending fires up in eagerness.
It has to be easier today, right?
Vaginas were meant to stretch. If a baby could come out of one, surely mine would get used to accommodating my husband’s enormous dick.
“I’m going to go easy on you today, spitfire. But you have to tell me what’s going in that little head of yours, okay?”
I nod, snagging my lower lip between my teeth.
He crawls over me, and I eagerly part my legs for him as he wedges his hips between my thighs. Those colorful irises lance into mine, the blue a most brilliant aqua and the dark one, a raging abyss of midnight. “It’s easy for me to get carried away, and I don’t want to hurt you. I will never be that man with you. I am not your father. Do you understand?”
Emotion tightens my throat, but I refuse to cry again. Marco’s going to think I’m absolutely insane. “I understand. And I know you’re not.”
“Good. Because I still owe you that amazing night I promised.” He glances at the clock and shrugs. “Or morning, whatever. I think the Geminis and Four Seas can manage without us for another day.”
He runs his cock across my wet folds, and even though the echoes of the last orgasm are still vibrating through me, a new wave of desire crashes over me. “Yes, they can.”
I tense for a moment, awaiting the sharp pain as he enters me, but instead his cock remains still, and he bows his head before brushing his lips across my forearm. Painstakingly slowly, he kisses every single cut, every scar, every wound my father inflicted. Shit, I’m going to cry again.
All the while, his thick crown nudges at my pussy, desire growing with each passing moment and somehow, I manage to keep the tears at bay. When he finally finishes his gentle ministrations, he hovers over me, eyes smoldering. “I vow to be the man that guards your heart, Jia, your unwavering protector. With every beat of my heart, I promise to cherish you, to love you fiercely and without reservation. For as long as breath fills my lungs, my devotion to you will burn as brightly as the lights across the Manhattan skyline, illuminating our lives with the promise of a love that knows no bounds.”
“You’re doing it on purpose,” I choke out, a damned tear spilling over. “You’re trying to make me cry, aren’t you, you coglione ?”
A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest, reverberating against my own. “No, spitfire, I just want you to know how loved you are, how absolutely cherished.”
“I—”
He presses a soft kiss to my lips before whispering, “Don’t say it until you’re sure. Because when you do, I want it to be forever.”
I swallow hard, once again blown away by the depth of this man’s emotions. I never expected any of it from the playboy mafia boss. His lips claim mine, and I melt into his touch. While his mouth devours my own, capturing my attention, he thrusts his tip inside me. I gasp at the sudden intrusion, but this time there’s no pain, only that thrilling sensation of Marco.
His eyes lance into mine, a question in that mesmerizing gaze.
“I’m fine,” I whisper. “More than fine…”
“Are you ready for more of me?”
I nod, and he sinks all the way in. My entire core throbs with pleasure at the feeling of utter fullness. Of finally feeling complete.
“Good girl, I knew you could take all of me.”
I lift my hips, urging him on, and his cock slowly retreats before filling me to the hilt once again. I groan as his thick head brushes that elusive spot buried deep in my pussy. “Again,” I groan.
He quickens his tempo, gliding in and out of me more forcefully. “Mmm, Dio , I love fucking my wife.”
“I think I could get used to this.”
Marco’s mouth moves down my neck, blazing a trail to my breasts. He sucks my nipple, and my back arches at the explosion of pleasure. Then his hands curl around my ass and he drives himself impossibly deeper. His balls slap my ass as he quickens the tempo, and I reach around between us to stroke them.
He lets out a groan against my peaked nipple, the vibration reaching all the way to my core. “Mmm, spitfire, do you feel that? Your virgin pussy is so hungry for my cock.” He hovers over me and glances between us, his shaft exposed and only his crown buried in my folds. He watches as he thrusts in and out, in and out. It’s strangely erotic, watching him disappear inside me. As if we truly are one. “I want you to come for me, baby. I want to feel your pussy clenching around my cock, begging me to fill it up with cum.”
Damn, why is that dirty talk so hot?
Instinct takes over, my hips rocking beneath him and eagerly meeting each thrust. He plunges deeper, filling me so completely I can’t tell where he ends and I begin. And it’s absolutely perfect.
It occurs to me again that we’re not using protection and he literally just said he was going to fill me with his cum. I should say something… I don’t want to get pregnant right now, do I?
“Marco…” I rasp out.
“I’m close, spitfire. I want you to come with me. ”
“But… babies… pregnancy,” I mumble incoherently.
A feral grin spreads his lips as he pounds into me harder. Fiery heat rages between my legs and I’m so close now, the energy building to near combustion. I’m not sure I could stop now if I wanted to.
“I want it all with you,” he whispers against my lips.
“Right now?”
“Whenever…”
Perhaps now is not the best time to have this conversation with both of us an inch away from orgasm and lust clouding our senses. What are the chances I’ll get pregnant the first time, right?
Wrapping his arms around me, he pulls me into his lap, deepening the angle of penetration. “Oh, fuck,” I groan. “Don’t stop, I’m so close.”
He resumes his thrusts, gripping my hips and lifting me up and down along his silky shaft. Each devastating drive pushes me closer to that fiery end, his head rubbing that taut bundle of nerves at my core and driving me wild. His mouth closes around my breast again and his hand runs down my torso until his finger finds my clit. Pressing the swollen nub, I hurtle over the edge of pleasure. With his mouth sucking on my nipple, his cock deep inside me and that devastating finger on my clit, I’m so full of Marco he’s all-consuming.
I come with his name on my lips, the fiery sensations pummeling through me in an avalanche. A second later, I feel his cock twitch inside me, and his head falls back on a long groan as his orgasm roars through. We remain like that, clinging to each other for a long moment as the tremors continue.
Finally, with my legs like jelly, Marco lowers me back onto the mattress and settles over me. He hovers just a few inches over my exposed wound, his expression turning glacial every time it crosses his line of sight. '
In an effort to regain his attention, I cup his cheek and force his gaze to mine. “That was pretty good.”
“Pretty good?” he scoffs. “Those moans sounded a hell of a lot better than ‘pretty good’.”
“What can I say, I’m not an easy one to wow.”
“No surprise there, spitfire.” He smirks, then slowly glides his tongue across his bottom lip. “It’s a good thing I’m just getting started.”
“Oh really?” I arch a taunting brow.
“By nightfall, your pussy will be aching, and you’ll still be begging for more.” He drops between my legs and drags his tongue across my center. “I was wrong before. I thought you were the best thing I’d ever tasted, but this, you and me, our cum splattered all over your pussy together, it’s absolute heaven.”
Those words alone have me ready to go again. I didn’t think it was possible. So I spread my legs and give into the burning desire, the absolute pleasure, the incredible love I didn’t know I was so desperate for.