Chapter 10
I slam the door to my office after leaving Isabella in our bedroom.
Fuck. It took all the willpower in me to leave her there and not press my lips against her full, soft ones, pulling her into me, feeling her delectable body pressed into mine.
I know that I have an effect on my new wife by the way her body reacts.
Her breathing increases slightly, her pulse in her neck beat faster, and her eyes become a shade darker.
I know deep down, buried far enough away is a monster begging to be let out of its cage.
To rise from the ashes below and to be the phoenix that my wife is.
I unbutton my suit jacket, pull out my chair, and flip open my laptop.
It takes me less than a minute to pull up the camera feed from our bedroom, and Isabella takes up my screen.
She is still standing in the same place that I left her.
In her blood-spattered wedding dress, not a piece of hair out of place, and her lipstick is still smudged from our kiss at the church.
She brings her hand up to her chest as she tries to catch her breath.
Good. I was not lying when I said to her that I would be the only man who would ever kiss her lips.
The only man who will touch her body. The only man who licks, bites and worships every single inch–––––––every single stretch mark on her body while she screams my name.
I clench my fists as they are already itching to touch her.
I watch as she moves her head around the room, probably making sure that I’m not going to pop up behind her. I chuckle as she has no idea that I am always watching her, no matter where she is. She starts to move around, and I move my mouse to click on the sound.
“This is insane. Right? How is this even real?” She walks around the room, looking at everything.
Little does she know I have hand-picked each and every single piece of furniture, décor, and fabric for our room.
All the things that she likes based on the hours I spent listening to her through the app I placed.
She stops near the foot of the bed and sits down, staring at the new rings on her hand and fidgets with them.
My rings that I picked for just her. “Urgh, why does my new husband have to look like a damn GQ model? I mean no one is seriously that good looking.” She tilts her head to the ceiling and lets out a deep sigh.
“There is no way that he meant what he said about wanting me.” Oh, my sweet innocent wife, I want you.
I want to own everything about you. “I hope I can persuade him to not want to consummate our marriage. I just…I just…” I lean further in my chair, the leather rubbing underneath my thighs as I try to zoom in on her face to hear what she is trying to say.
“I just wish that my first time with a man, let alone my husband was with someone who I loved or actually loved me. But love does not exist in our world. I mean he probably has a mistress like all the men I know and my father.”
I promise amuri miu that I will do everything in my power to make you feel seen, beautiful, and loved. I will burn down this fucking city for you. Just you wait.
She stands up off the bed and, steps forward, the sound of her dress moving echos throughout my office.
She twists her arms behind her, unclasping the buttons and unzips the fabric.
She slides her sleeves down her arms. I drag my hand down the front of my face and my dick is hard and I can feel the wetness in my pants from the precum that has leaked.
The dress falls off her body, pooling at her feet.
“Fuck.” I groan out at the sight of my wife standing in our bedroom in pure white lingerie set with her full figure on display.
A strapless, lace with shear white fabric along the hip line.
Her full breasts are barely covered that are begging to be released with my mouth sucking and biting them.
My gaze trails up her golden tanned legs that have stretch marks at the base of her hips.
Licking my lips at her thick thighs that I want to wear around my shoulders as I lick her sweet, tight pussy.
I unbuckle my belt, pull the zipper down, reach into my boxers, and spring my dick free.
My thumb grazes over my head, gathering the precum and dragging it down my base.
I wrap my hand firmly around my cock, moving it up and down slowly and watching my wife undress.
She steps out of the blood-stained dress still in her white heals with a pearl strap around her ankle.
I move my hand faster as she turns around with her back to the hidden camera and bends over showing me her full, round, plump ass.
I pump myself faster and faster and I’m so close as my balls tighten.
Using my other hand, I zoom in more on her ass.
Fuck me. She spreads her legs slightly trying to pick up the dress, I can see there is a wet spot on the front on her thong.
She stands with the piece of clothing draped over her arms, I watch her ass jiggle with each step she makes to her side where her closet is.
I let out a loud groan. “Fuck, Isabella,” I call out e as I explode and come the hardest, I have come in a long time. My hand is covered in white cream, dripping down the base of my cock, and I keep pumping.
She disappears into the closet. I release the hold on my dick, my hand covered in my own cum, I smile and say to the screen, “This is going to be fun, my sweet little wife.”
I’m reviewing reports from the club and many other businesses that my family owns while a small screen focuses on Isabella.
I had to suppress a groan and resist pulling out my dick again when I saw her come out of the on-suite master bath in a fluffy robe.
A robe that revealed the crevice of her breasts.
“How’s the new wifey doing?” Angelo enters my office and sits down in the chair in front of my desk.
I don’t look up to acknowledge him. “I’m surprised that you aren’t locked up in here watching her on the cameras you had installed before the wedding.
” This time, when I don’t respond he bursts into a loud laugh.
“Jesus, Enz, you know that you will have to communicate with her, and I don’t know, try to make her feel comfortable here after you forced her to marry you. ”
My eyes snap to his, and I scowl at him with my voice flat.
“You’re lucky I think of you as a brother or I would’ve blown your head off by now.
In time she will come around to the idea that this marriage is forever.
I don’t plan on ever giving her up and she needs time to adjust,” I say as I go back to reading the reports.
He leans back in the chair, his right ankle crosses his left knee, and his hands tuck behind his head. “You’re obsessed, you know that right?”
I roll my eyes at him but still ignoring him. My body is still anxious even after spilling all over my hand a few hours ago. This is what she does to me and she is not even in this damn room.
“But I can see why. Isabella is a beautiful woman.”
I reach for my glock on my desk, switch off the safety and aim it at his fucking head.
“Easy, man. I’m just stating the obvious.”
My eyes narrow before I put the safety back on and put it back on the desk.
I’m about to ask him a question about the docks from the previous night when the voice of my sister, Gianna echos the room.
My baby sister is tall, taller than most woman her age, well, my wife’s age.
Gianna has the same color hair as me, the same as our father.
We both have our mother’s dark chocolate eyes.
My sister knows that she is the baby of the family and gets whatever she wants.
“Well, isn’t it my favorite older brother and his side kick, Angie.” She says walking into my office smirking and at Angelo who rolls his shoulders back at the sound of the nick name.
I peer up from my screen to see Angelo’s demeanor changed the moment Gianna entered the room.
These two fight like cats and dogs, it’s fucking annoying.
Her eyes are locked on Angelo, and he doesn’t even look in her direction.
I know Gianna has had a crush on my best friend for years, but I know Angelo would never cross that line or betray me like that by giving into temptation. I would bury him.
Sighing, I sit back, cross my arms and ask my sister what she wants, “Gianna, I thought you and Mom were having a girls day today.”
Gianna rolls her eyes that Angelo is ignoring her and answers me.
“Yes, we did. But color the both of us surprised that today was the day you got married.” She steps next to my desk, pretending to pick off a piece of lint from her navy-blue pants.
“Um, hello I would like to have been there loser, and I’m pretty sure mom would have to.
Though she is happy that you found a wife regardless of how. ”
I drag a hand down my face because in an ideal world, yes, I would have loved my family to have been there. But I could not risk their safety or have them witness me killing a man, then forcing the bride to marry me.
“Gianna, you know the reasons why,” I say with a lightness in my tone meeting the same eyes of my own. “I’m sure you will meet your new sister-in-law tomorrow if you have not already.”
Her lips pull into a smile. “Oh, I plan on making her my best friend! And I will tell her every embarrassing quality about my big-headed big brother.”
Smiling back at her, I say, “That I have no doubt about that.”
Gianna plays with the ends of dark hair before she flips it over her shoulders. “Okay, well this has been real fun, but not. But tomorrow, I get to meet my new bestie!” She moves closer to me. I stand to hug my sister and kiss the top of her head.
Before she leaves, she spins on her heals to Angelo, who has not moved a single muscle in the chair. “Later, Angie. Maybe tonight you could stop in my room––––––––––”
I cut her off and my voice is firm when I say her name warning. “Gianna.”
She does not respond but heads to leave my office before calling over her shoulder, “Cock blocker.”
I let out a growl before I move to sit down and eye to see if Angelo has moved an inch. He has not.
“I know my sister very well and she will not stop until she gets what she wants.” My voice is stern at my best friend who is dressed like me in all black.
His face is clean shaven, giving the good boy look but there is nothing good about Angelo.
He’s dark and twisted like me and my sister is too sweet for him.
“And I will kill you without a second glance if you ever give in and stab me in the back.” I tell him with my face blank.
“There is nothing you have to worry about, boss,” he responds with no emotion on his face, only a small tick along his jaw.
I nod my head and then ask him to change the subject. “How were the docks last night with the new shipment that came in?”
He goes over every single detail on the new items, the quality and more for most of the evening.
After talking with Angelo, and having spent an hour in my office, I was making an excuse to keep away from my new bride. I drag myself upstairs, to our half of the house, and my heart pound in my chest with anticipation. Usually, I end up falling asleep in my office.
I halt at the door leading into the room, taking a moment before I turn the knob to enter. Once I push open the wooden door, my nostrils are hit with her scent. Fuck me. I close my eyes and breathe it in deeply. Lavender. I feel myself harden again.
I shut the door behind me, locking it, and I step farther inside to see her sleeping.
My feet carry me to her side of the bed.
She looks so peaceful with her long lashes dancing along her face, her mouth slightly open and breathing.
Her long dark hair fans out over the cream pillow, a few strands have fallen to the side of her face.
I reach out, my body feeling warm when I brush my fingers against her golden tan skin.
I drag them up her cheek, slowly tucking the pieces behind her ear before making hum in her sleep.
My fingers fall, and I walk around the bed to my side, pull open the side table’s drawer to place my gun inside.
Turning on my heals, I make my way into my closet to change to get into bed which is a foreign feeling.
I shake off my suite jacket, unbutton my black dress shirt.
The fabric slides off my shoulders and I toss it into the hamper.
I kick off my shoes before I unfasten my belt, then I rip it out of its loops of my pants, unzipping and pulling down my legs for me to step out of them.
I make my way into the master bathroom to brush my teeth and finish getting ready for bed.
I shut the light off and exit, stopping when I get to the bed.
I pull back the covers sliding in and pull them back up over me.
She starts to move as I adjust onto my side.
She faces me, mouth still slightly open, looking like an angel sent from above to be the light that I need in this dark world I live in.
Without thinking, my fingers reach out with the need to feel her skin against my callous tips.
I whisper into the darken room, “No more nightmares, no more hiding, no more, Amuri mui. I will always keep you safe regardless at how mad you will get. Your protection and safety will always be number one. You have no idea the effect you have on me, on my dark soul.” I bend with the urge to feel her lips again.
Mine lightly touch soft, plumb ones and I have to fight the urge to maul her.
She lets out a little moan.
I groan and turn to lie on my back. My arm is tucked behind my head, the other lying across my stomach, and my head is tilted to the ceiling as my dick hardens.
She shifts again she moves closer to me. A smile pulls at my lips when she places one arm on my waist. Her leg draps over one of mine, and she whispers, “Enzo.”