Chapter Fifty-nine Daniel
Chapter Fifty-nine
Daniel
The drive home feels like hell. Not because of traffic, or the distance—shit, I could drive through a war zone and still keep my cool. But because my wife—fuck, that feels so good to say—is sitting beside me, looking like sin wrapped in satin, and she’s getting impatient.
Did I overdo it with the dress? Maybe, yeah.
But I wanted her to have luxury. To feel like a goddess walking down that aisle. And she said she loved it, she said it made her feel like a queen.
She mentioned it a dozen times throughout the night.
Until she’d had a few shots, Andrew and Yuri took the kids home, and the party started winding down slowly as well.
Winding down—just like her patience.
I can see it in her eyes. She’s completely done playing bride. All she wants is to rip that damn dress off, toss it into the farthest corner of the room, and not look at it again.
Okay, maybe she will—but not for the next three months, at least.
Not that she needs to worry about taking it off herself.
Because the second we’re alone—in the house she doesn’t even know we’re driving toward—I’m going to rip it off for her.
She’s not completely wasted. I made sure of that.
Tonight, I need her aware. I need her to feel every second of it.
There was supposed to be fun involved, so she drank a few shots with Vicky and Katya for sure. But that’s where I drew the line. She complained at first, but I made her stop with just a few words.
“Shut your pretty lips,” I whisper in her ear. “You’re gonna forgive me in less than an hour. I’ll make it up to you, my love. I promise.”
She just blushed, nodded, and agreed that too much alcohol wouldn’t do her any good—
Especially when the real fun for us is just getting started after the party.
I turn the wheel one last time, pulling into the driveway.
“Are you sure you didn’t drink anything?” she asks, laughing.
“I’m very sure, wifey. Why are you asking?”
I glance at her before I turn off the engine.
“This is not the right house, Daniel. What kind of drug did Yuri slip you behind my back? Should I call an Uber?”
I grin. Fuck. I’m getting way too excited for her reaction.
“Just trust me with this, alright? We’re exactly where we’re supposed to be, promise.”
I lean in, peck her cheek gently, then grab the keys and her water bottle before getting out. I walk around to her side, opening the door and offering my hand like a gentleman.
She looks up at me, smirking. “I have no idea what you planned—and I’m worried, let me tell you that.”
“No need to worry,” I murmur as I kiss her gently. “You’re going to love it.”
I take her hand in mine and lead her toward the house.
It’s not some massive villa like the one we live in with the rest of them.
It’s small, painted white, and planted right on the edge of the beach.
“Did you rent it?” she asks, “like an Airbnb?”
I grin, not wanting to spoil the surprise yet. “I’ll tell you when we get inside. There, come on.”
Both of us walk toward the entrance where I open the door immediately. I let her walk inside first before I close the door, and finally, turn on the light.
Alright, I do have to admit, it’s something I need to get used to. The Caruso Villa is way bigger than this small house.
But it feels like… Home.
“Do you like it?” I ask her. She turns to me slowly.
“Well, I do. It’s pretty. Did you rent it, or what?” She sighs. “Listen, I really need to get out of this dress and… Please stop stretching everything out. I love you, but this habit of yours is so—”
“It’s our new home.”
Silence. Pure silence.
Not a single word, not a single noise—just our breathing.
“Are you joking?”
I shake my head. “I bought it. For our family.”
Her lips open before she walks further into the house, carrying her dress like a princess would.
“You seriously bought this? For us?” She turns around, looking up into my eyes again.
The blue in her eyes… It sparkles just like the waves outside, waiting for us just a few meters away. Before I can say or do anything, she throws herself at me, probably forgetting about the dress.
Holy fuck. Next time, I’m seriously downsizing the dress again, because she nearly sends me crashing down on the floor.
“Yes, my love… This is our new home. Away from all the… Things that happened.” My voice drops lower by the end, not wanting the sad emotions to take over our happiness that we deserve.
Just a few minutes after, we’ve looked at almost all rooms—the living room in which we’ve started the tour, the kitchen, the bathroom, Mary’s room, our bedroom… And well, another free room.
“What are we using this room for?” She looks up at me, confused. “Did you plan on building a home gym?” Her teasing tone makes me grin.
“I was more thinking of, well, someone else staying here.”
“Like, who?”
Is she stupid? Fuck, I love my wife, but she seriously can’t not take the hint?
“You’ll see what I mean in a while, I’ll make sure of that,” I grin, but then lead her away from the room. I want us to focus on the bedroom for tonight.
For… Obvious reasons. We need to fill one more room, after all.
Funny, right? No? No… Fine.
“Come here, pretty, let me take that dress off for you,” I whisper the second we’re back in our bedroom.
She nods immediately, followed by a relieved sigh the second I start unzipping the ungodly huge dress. Fuck, the amount of fabric. You could probably make three more dresses out of that.
“Finally,” she grunts. I smile at the thought of relieving her. In more than just one way, you understand.
When the zipper is completely down, I brush the fabric down her shoulders, helping her escape the horror of a dress.
For looks, it’s wonderful. For comfort? Definitely not.
My fingers slowly trace over the curves of her body, admiring every little inch of her. “You’re so beautiful, do you know that?” I whisper into her ear as I touch her.
She leans into me, my lips resting just a few inches away from her neck.
“Remind me more often,” she replies, “I might forget it if you won’t.”
Of course, I take her words seriously. And if that’s what she needs, fuck, I’m gonna remind her every single day of the week of how beautiful this woman in front of me is.
Both physically and psychically.
My eyes wander lower, noticing the soft pink, almost white fabric hugging her skin.
“Is it new?” I ask her, admiring her beautiful body in the lingerie. She giggles. “Remember when Katya took me shopping last week?”
“Fuck, yes. I do. Is that what you got?”
She nods. “Do you like it?”
“Did Katya see you in this?”
Again, a nod. Fuck.
My lips wander lower, biting her skin gently, enough to make it bruise, but not enough to scar her.
“Next time you’re gonna need new underwear or clothes in general, I am taking you shopping. I don’t want anyone else to see my wife like this, not even your best friend. Am I clear?” I growl into her ear, my hand now luring dangerously close to her pussy.
Her soft breathing becomes more rigid, the excitement obvious.
She doesn’t answer right away—but she doesn’t need to. Her body does it for me, instead.
A subtle arch of her hips, a quiet whimper escaping her lips—it gives me all the answers I need. My hand presses firmer against her inner thigh, teasing but not touching where she clearly wants me to, the most.
“I said—” I whisper, dragging my mouth along her jaw, “—am I clear, pretty?”
She lets out a shaky breath. “Very.”
That’s what I thought.
But I haven’t rewarded her yet. Not fully.
I know she’s been a good girl all day, walking around in that huge dress, but regardless. I need her to always be mine. I need her to know who she belongs to now.
Instead of rewarding her, I pull back just slightly, watching the way her brows knit together in frustration. Fuck, teasing her like this brings me satisfaction I never thought I’d get.
And yet, here we are. Her cheeks are flushed, pupils blown wide, chest rising and falling with anticipation.
“Daniel…” she murmurs, her voice a blend of need and warning.
“Say it again,” I tell her, stepping back just enough to admire the view—my wife, standing in soft pink lingerie in our new home, looking like everything I’ve ever wanted and never thought I deserved.
She takes a slow step forward, her hands curling into my shirt. “You’re taking me shopping next time,” she breathes. “No one else. Only you. Happy?”
“No,” I smirk. “Not until I’ve really claimed what’s mine.”
Her fingers fumble at my buttons like she’s racing against a clock. And maybe she is—because we both know once I snap, there’s no going slow tonight.
Not after months of planning, struggling, and waiting. Not when she’s finally mine. Officially. Completely. At all fucking times.
The back of her knees hit the new bed I got us, and I guide her down gently, hovering over her as she lies back against the soft sheets. Her hands reach for me again, desperate now, but I catch her wrists and pin them above her head.
My hair slightly falls onto her face, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She never does. Instead, she just bites her lip.
“You want to be treated like a queen on our wedding day, right?” I murmur, my voice low and thick with desire. “Then let me worship and fuck you like one during our wedding night. Does that sound good, my love?””
She moans softly, her thighs shifting.
“Don’t tease me,” she whispers.
I grin. “I’m not teasing. I’m memorizing every single centimeter of your body, because I know I’m gonna have to remember it. To find you again. In our next lives… I’ll always find you again.”
Because tonight—tonight, I want to teach her all over again. Every inch of her skin, every sound she makes, every way she falls apart underneath me.
And I plan on starting right now.
My lips gently trace her jawline before her lips meet mine, both of us lost in a world where it’s only us, everyone else neither existing, nor interfering.