Chapter 30
Tiziano Constanzo
I watched Bianca climb the stairs, her steps hurried and her posture tense.
When I turned my attention back to the room, I found Carlo staring at me with a disapproving expression.
He didn’t need to say anything; we’d had this conversation before.
More than once, he had repeated that pressuring her about having a child would only increase her stress and delay my plans.
“How many men are injured?” I asked, refocusing.
“A few,” Enzo replied, still irritated.
“Everything is under control, Tiziano,” Carlo said, referring to the wounded men.
“It would be under control if that brat were already dead,” my uncle said as he entered the room.
“The Council is going to start questioning your abilities, Tiziano,” he continued, approaching me.
I slowly raised my face to look at him, a cold smile forming on my lips.
“The Council?” I asked mockingly. “They’re only sitting at that table because I keep them there. Any doubts they have, they can bring directly to me. Some fucking Bellini isn’t going to threaten my control.”
“You know appearances matter. If you let that rat keep slipping away for too long, they’ll see it as weakness.”
I let out a short, bitter laugh.
“Weakness would be acting recklessly and ruining everything. Bellini will get the ending he deserves. What matters now is that the wounded are treated and security is reinforced. Let the boy live a few more days. He has no idea what’s waiting for him.”
My uncle sighed, shaking his head in reluctant approval. He knew that although he questioned my choices, there was no doubt about who was in charge.
When things finally calmed down, I went upstairs to the bedroom. I found Bianca lying there, her eyes fixed on the ceiling while her fingers gently moved over her stomach.
Without saying anything, I took off my jacket and went straight to the bathroom. The hot water running over my skin was a relief. After a long shower, I returned to the bedroom wearing only my boxer briefs.
I lay down beside her, and she was still staring at the ceiling.
“You’re going to need more security,” I said.
Bianca shifted her gaze from the ceiling to me.
“All right.”
“It’s necessary. That Bellini brat is crossing lines he shouldn’t. I want you protected.”
She sighed and looked back at the ceiling.
“Why are you telling me this?”
I turned toward her, propping myself up on one elbow so I could look at her more closely.
“Because you’re my wife. And because I’m not going to let anyone touch you or hurt you.”
Then she closed her eyes, as though absorbing every word.
“I trust you,” she murmured, so quietly I almost didn’t hear.
Bianca suddenly turned toward me, her hands tugging up the thin nightgown covering her body. My eyes were immediately captured by the sight of her small, firm breasts, now completely exposed. She wasn’t wearing panties, exactly as I had ordered.
“What does my husband feel for me?” Her voice came out coy, filled with an unexpected boldness.
For a moment, I froze, surprised by the provocation. It was as though the shy woman I knew had been possessed by some seductive spirit, and everything in me reacted to the sight. My gaze traveled over every curve of her exposed body, and my cock hardened instantly.
“My wife is a delicious little slut, made perfectly to give me pleasure.” My voice came out low and thick with desire as I pulled my cock free and began slowly stroking the head.
“What do you have in mind, huh?” I asked with a wicked smile, watching every detail of her, taunting her as my eyes devoured her body.
“I want my husband to show me how much he wants me,” she whispered boldly. Every part of my body heated, and a wave of pure desire took over.
“Careful what you ask for, wife,” I murmured, leaning toward her.
I ran my hands over her thighs, slowly moving upward until I gripped her waist and pulled her against me.
My lips brushed her ear as my hand slid beneath her nightgown, finding her pussy already soaked.
“This wet just from thinking about me? You like spreading this pussy open so your man can fuck you?”
“Yes, fuck me.” Her body arched into my touch. “I like it when my husband fucks me good.”
My fingers explored between her legs, sliding through her folds as she moaned softly, clutching the sheet.
“You’re delicious, you know that?” I growled against her skin, lightly biting her earlobe while my hand continued rubbing her clit. “My wife is such a delicious little slut.”
She arched her back, pushing herself against my fingers, her moans growing louder and more desperate. My lips traveled down her neck, nibbling and sucking, leaving marks that declared what belonged to me.
“Tiziano…” she moaned my name, her voice filled with desire.
“Tell me what you want, Bianca. Tell me what you need from me,” I demanded, my voice rough and authoritative.
“I want you… now!” she begged, her voice broken by pleasure.
I gripped her hair firmly, tilting her head back as I lifted her and made her slide down onto my cock. A rough groan escaped my lips when I felt her hot, tight pussy swallowing me inch by inch, tormenting me in an almost unbearable way. My hands gripped her thighs as she moved slowly, torturing me.
“Ahhh.” Her moan came out rough and filled with pleasure, like a slut who knew exactly what effect she had on me. It drove me completely insane, setting every part of my body on fire.
“Since when did my wife get so naughty?” I asked with an arrogant smile, my voice thick with desire.
“Does my husband like it?” she shot back, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Do I like it?” I murmured, gripping her waist firmly and pulling her against me. “Then sit down hard on my cock, my little slut, and I’ll shove every inch inside you until you feel exactly how much I love this tight pussy of yours.”
She began to ride me, her movements quickly finding a sensual rhythm that drove me insane. My lips found her breasts, sucking her hard, delicious nipples while my hands traveled over the perfect curves of her body.
“That’s it, Bianca…” I growled, lightly biting one nipple and listening to her rough moan. “Don’t stop. I want to feel you coming on top of me, dripping all over me, driving me fucking crazy.”
She threw her head back, her hair spilling around her like a seductive veil while her nails scratched my chest. The intensity of her movements made me lose control, and the way her pussy squeezed my cock was the kind of torture I never wanted to end.
“My God, Tiziano!” she moaned, her voice breaking as her body trembled.
“That’s it, wife,” I murmured, my hands squeezing her ass as I guided her to move even faster. “You’re mine, only mine. And I’m going to make you scream until you can’t take anymore.”
She tried to slow down, but I wouldn’t let her. I gripped her waist harder, my fingers digging into her skin, and began thrusting up into her with more force and brutality.
“Tiziano, I’m going to…” she moaned, her eyes rolling back as her body grew tighter and tighter.
“Come for me, Bianca. Now!” I ordered, my voice filled with authority and desire.
And she obeyed. Trembling with pleasure, a moan that sounded like music to my ears spilling from her lips, she surrendered completely. I wasn’t finished, not even close. I gripped her hips firmly, pulling her toward me as she bit her lips, anticipating what was coming next.
“On all fours, you little slut,” I ordered, and she, still panting, moved into position.
I ran my hand over her ass, spreading her cheeks and admiring the view.
“Just look at you,” I murmured with a filthy smile, squeezing hard. “A little slut ready to be fucked.”
My cock throbbed, rigid, as I slid it along her entrance, feeling her wet heat tease me. Without warning, I drove inside her in one thrust, tearing a loud cry from her.
“Ahhh, Tiziano!”
“That’s it, moan. My wife is turning into such a delicious slut. Let me hear how much you love being fucked like this.”
She clutched the sheets, her entire body moving with every thrust.
“Such a tight little pussy, fuck. You’re going to drive me insane.”
My hand traveled up her back, gripping her hair and pulling, tilting her head backward.
“I’m going to fuck that little ass of yours too, you know that?” I whispered in her ear, lightly biting her earlobe as I increased the pace. “But first, I want to watch you come like this, with my cock fucking you senseless.”
She arched her back, her moans filling the bedroom as she lost herself in the pleasure.
“That’s it, come for me again, my little slut. Let me feel every spasm of that delicious pussy.”
She screamed my name, her body trembling uncontrollably as her orgasm took over. I kept thrusting, gripping her hips firmly as I approached my own limit.
“Ahhh, I’m going to fucking come in this tight pussy,” I growled, driving deeper until I felt my own control slip away.
With a rough groan, I came inside her, holding her against me as I filled her completely.
“You’re mine,” I murmured, running my hand down her back. “My perfect wife.”