Chapter Four
Two Days Later
Massimo glanced over at his wife, where she lay with the blanket just covering her ass. The sun glinting through the window, casting a soft subtle glow through the room. The honeymoon had probably been unnecessary, but he was determined to make every part of this real.
His family owned a villa in Italy, and that was where he had decided to take her for their honeymoon. They had landed last night, and he’d carried her across the threshold, into their bedroom.
He’d been the one to purchase this land and the property. His father had been against it, but Massimo wanted to expand the estates. It is why they now owned property in Italy, France, and Spain. He also had a house in the country in the United Kingdom.
Reaching out, he peeled the blanket off her body, to admire the ripe curves of her ass cheeks. They were screaming at him to touch.
She let out a soft moan, but she appeared to still be asleep. He didn’t want to startle her, so he moved slowly, climbing between her legs as he put his hands on her ass. That moan deepened, and then he realized she was already awake, and there was no holding back.
Leaning down, he kissed the base of her back and started to travel up her back, going toward her neck. He couldn’t resist biting down at the pulse, taking it between his teeth, and sucking on the flesh.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Good morning.”
Their wedding night had been amazing and a complete disaster mixed together.
He had known it was going to be painful for her, but he hadn’t been prepared for how he would feel about causing that pain.
He felt like the biggest piece of shit. And he’d been determined to make it up to her, which was why last night, when they had finally settled in, he had made love to her long into the night. He didn’t even know what time it was.
Pulling away, he rolled her over, moving her into position. He couldn’t get over how addicted he was to her body. Leaning down, he took one nipple into his mouth and teased the other with his thumb and finger. The sounds she made were driving him crazy.
“Please,” she said.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you, baby.” And he lathered his tongue between the valley of her tits and gave the other nipple equal attention. He continued to lick and suck at her nipples, teasing them, stroking them, and then he started to kiss down toward her pussy.
He spread her legs wide and took her clit into his mouth. He loved when she came apart under his touch. Just a few strokes of his tongue were enough to send her over the edge, and his name fell from her lips in a scream, and he loved the sound.
He settled between her spread thighs, gripped his hard cock, and lined the tip up to her core. Staring into her brown eyes, he slowly, inch by inch, began to fill her. He took his sweet time, working his cock inside her, and there was no pain in her gaze.
It was so odd. Pain never bothered him. He loved to give it. Especially to those that deserved it, but Adelina didn’t deserve it. He hated himself for hurting her.
Seated to the hilt inside her, he took hold of her hands and pressed them to the bed, keeping her in place.
He gave her a few minutes to get accustomed to feel of his dick inside her, allowing her to feel every inch of him.
He felt the ripples of her pussy as it tightened around his length.
It was taking every ounce of strength to not just pound inside her.
He waited, watching her, and then when he knew there was no risk of hurting her, he began to rock inside her. He pulled out of her tight cunt until only the tip of him remained, and he filled her, driving in harder.
She gasped, and he waited to see if it was from pain, but there was no pain in her eyes, just pleasure as she arched up. She moved as if she was offering up her tits for him to suck, and he couldn’t leave them alone. When it came to Adelina, he couldn’t leave anything alone.
Instead of sucking on her tits again, he took possession of her mouth as he rocked into her, loving the tight fit of her pussy. This was perfection.
He had never felt this way, and as he drove inside her, he was shocked to feel his orgasm already starting to build, and he didn’t want it to stop.
Massimo didn’t hold back and he thrust inside her, kissing her as he spilled his seed deep into her womb and gritted his teeth as the pleasure made him see stars.
The pleasure seemed to go on and on, until he broke the kiss and started into Adelina’s eyes.
“Good morning,” she said, with that soft smile of hers.
“Good morning.” He kissed the tip of her nose.
“How long were you awake?”
“Long enough to be ready for you.” He pressed inside her, and they both moaned. “Come on, I want to take you to the beach today.”
He pulled out of her, but he wasn’t going to leave. He reached out to her, and before Adelina had a chance to get away, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her toward the shower.
She let out a little squeal. “What are you doing? I can walk.”
“I know, but I like to carry you.” And he only put her down when they were in the shower. This time, he didn’t give it time to warm up, as he turned the spray on and she let out a little squeal and immediately tried to get away from it.
He tutted and pulled her in close. “If I’m going to keep my hands off you, I’m going to have to get cold.”
She laughed. “You need help keeping your hands off me?”
“Babe, can’t you tell, I can’t seem to keep them to myself.” And he ran his hands all over her, just for good measure.
All too soon, the shower had heated up, only this time he gave her the soap, and it was her turn to put her hands to good use in getting him cleaned up.
The sex was supposed to put his desires aside.
Only, her hands were not helping. It didn’t seem to matter that only moments ago, he had come deep inside her.
His cock had other ideas. It was thickening with every passing second, every touch, and by the time he had finished lathering her body, there was no way he was getting out of the shower.
His cock was already raring to go for round two.
He pressed her up against the shower stall, lifting her leg over his hip.
This time, he didn’t prepare her. She would already be wet from her own arousal as well as the load of cum he had already dripped into her, moments before.
He wrapped his fingers around his length, put the tip to her core, and then started to slide inside her.
Inch by inch, he watched it for as long as he could, then he grabbed her ass, lifting her into place, and started to rock back and forth within her.
The moans she slipped were sweet music to his ears. He would gladly make a fucking masterpiece out of hearing her pleasure. She drove him wild, and he didn’t want to stop.
“You’re incredible,” he said.
“Please.”
He knew what she needed, and he reached between and began to work his finger against her clit, feeling the answering pulse around his cock.
He knew when she was close and he didn’t hold back.
This time, he sent her straight over the edge, and he joined her, coming together as they pulsed around and within each other.
At this rate, it wouldn’t be long before he had gotten Adelina pregnant. And he didn’t mind that at all.
****
“What the ever-loving fuck is that?” Massimo asked.
Adelina looked at her husband, who was gazing down at her dress. It was a kimono-style dress. Her mother made her wear either long-sleeved ones or short-sleeved ones. She had gone through all the clothes that had been packed for her, and nothing was suitable for a hot Italian summer day.
These were the clothes she owned, and her parents hadn’t wanted to spend any more money on her than they had to.
She did believe at one point they had said she wasn’t worth the additional expense, which of course had hurt, but it was the kind of bluntness she was used to.
Her parents decided when she was young that she was nothing more than a waste of space and a burden to them.
“It’s a dress.”
“It’s fucking ugly.” He shook his head, and then he was already heading upstairs, and Adelina didn’t need to ask where he was going. She followed as there was no other choice.
She didn’t say a word as she entered the bedroom and found all of her carefully hung-up clothes tossed onto the floor. “Hey, I sorted through all of them.” She wasn’t going to say anything, but now he had ruined what she had done.
“What the fuck are all these?” he asked.
“They’re my clothes.”
“They’re ugly as fuck.”
She was not going to be upset by his assessment. They were ugly clothes, but they were the ones her mother had purchased for her.
He stepped out of the wardrobe and shook his head. “Nope, that confirms it. We’re not going to the beach.”
“Where are we going?”
“Shopping.”
She groaned. “We don’t need to do that. Can’t we just order some stuff online?”
“And I have to put up with that shit you’re wearing? No.” He grabbed her hand. “Come on.”
There was no time to argue with him as he marched her out of the house and straight to the car.
He had soldiers with him stationed around his villa.
She was used to seeing men with guns. They were always there back home, even with her own family, although not as many, and certainly not as skilled as those working for Massimo.
Within minutes they were in the car, and he was pulling out of his private driveway. All Adelina could do was look out the window and marvel at the beauty before her. The countryside was stunning, but they didn’t stay there for long.
They entered one of the cities, and she wasn’t exactly sure where they were, but Massimo seemed to know where he was going.