CHAPTER TEN
You’re going to be the death of me
— CATERINA —
Nerves. They are bouncing all over the place. Not at all about what happened today or in the past few days, but it has everything to do with the man who is currently rummaging through cabinets in the wide-open kitchen.
He ushered me into the apartment a few minutes ago. He then flipped a few switches and the electric fireplace came to life along with some soft music and lighting. And now he’s tapping on his phone. I’m utterly confused and have no clue what to do.
I’m standing in my wedding dress in a lovely apartment which is fully decorated with modern furniture.
A large light gray couch, a long white table in front of it and across from that sits the electric fireplace with a huge TV hung above it.
It’s all gorgeous as was the view from the floor to ceiling windows—giving a glimpse of the California coastline—before Clemente closed the curtains with one press of a button.
I place a hand on the kitchen island and pull off my white heels, letting them fall to the floor.
The wedding dress Gracy helped me pick is quite comfortable but I’d much rather wear something a little less hard to deal with.
Without my shoes I’m a few inches shorter and the dress was already dragging over the floor.
Which means I have to pull up the front of the dress to move around.
“What are you doing?” I ask tentatively, suspecting he was checking the food stock before looking up a recipe to make us something to eat.
With his jacket slung over one of the bar stools, he’s now removing his cuff links and loosening up a few buttons of his crisp white shirt.
“I’m going to fix us something to eat.” He shoots me a wink and adds, “I have to feed my wife, keep up our strength for what’s to come.”
I roll my eyes at the same time heat starts to flame up between my legs.
He’s such an enigma with his ruthless ways.
Ways I’ve only heard of since all I’ve seen is this side of him; the thoughtfulness and kindness.
And let’s not forget his asshole side. Though, it’s easily forgotten since it hasn’t reared its head as much as it did in the first few weeks since we met.
And when we arrived at the apartment, he surprised me by swooping me off my feet and carrying me over the threshold. Newlyweds. The real deal and not the whole “Show of the bloody blankets,” tradition the mafia holds. The innocent virgin blood on display from an arranged marriage.
Of course, that would happen after the wedding night has taken place but, my point is, this feels more and more like a real marriage with feelings heading toward love instead of hate due to it being arranged.
“And what are you making me?” I casually ask while treating my eyes to the part of his chest that’s now on show.
“Spaghetti,” he simply says, making my eyes flash up to meet his.
“And you have to look up a recipe on your phone?” I ask in astonishment.
A chuckle slips over his kissable lips as he shakes his head.
“I’m Italian and had a grandmother who taught me all the family recipes.
I would put her to shame if I needed a recipe to make spaghetti.
So, no. I’m staying in contact with Arturo and Leandro.
When Fredo left the church, he headed straight for the marina.
He owns a small cruise ship, one he converted into a casino.
He seems to be living there too, or so we heard from Pepe just now.
We heard he has issues with his wife. If that asshole would have come to me months ago when he started with this shit, we would have a completely different conversation.
But that fucker is money hungry and thought he could conduct business in my territory without my knowledge and agreement. ”
“He needs the money,” I muse. “Not to mention you would never agree to those illegal gambling parties. Fredo should have been pulled from overseeing things for the floating casino the second he became aware of his gambling addiction. I bet it grew to the point where he owes too much money and has to figure out a way to either get more or feed his addiction in other ways.”
“Right,” Clemente growls low.
I step closer and unbutton the last few buttons of his crisp white shirt.
“Rina,” he croaks. “What are you doing?”
I pull his shirt off and hold it in my hand while I step away.
“I’m saving your shirt,” I simply state. “You mentioned you can cook but making spaghetti can get messy and I’m not going to struggle with getting stains out of your shirt in the first days of our marriage.” I hold up his shirt. “Hence me saving it beforehand.”
His husky chuckle is a lustful distraction and I grab the front of my dress to make a quick exit.
I head into the first bedroom I find and close the door behind me.
I struggle a bit to get out of my dress and carefully place it over a chair in the corner.
I quickly freshen up in the bathroom and grab Clemente’s shirt when I’m done.
That had been my plan all along when I saw him unbuttoning his shirt.
It’s big enough to cover all my personal bits and this apartment is warm enough to walk around practically naked.
Add the sexy lingerie I’m wearing and I’d say I’m handling this seduction part of my wedding night pretty well under the circumstances.
Silently I stroll back into the living room and glance in the direction of the open kitchen.
Watching Clemente’s strong muscled back move as he cuts tomatoes makes me forget the outside world.
In this moment there’s just two people and when I give in to the sweet pulse of my body’s longing, there’s no denying the way I crave this man.
I might be highly inexperienced but I’m not oblivious to everything involving sex. I’ve felt his hardness against me and the way he dominates my mouth is a good indication I can easily enough surrender to Clemente with the solid knowledge he will take good care of me.
But I also want to be an active part in all of it. I want to let my nails trail over his muscled back, palm his thick length to feel the weight and strength of it in my hand, and place the tip at my entrance so he can easily—
“Rina.” My name is a tortured growl, ripped from his throat as Clemente is now standing right in front of me.
Shit. I let myself get inside my head, dreaming away, while he had the chance to sneak up on me.
“What?” I say, wanting the one word to come out as an annoyed snap but instead it comes out breathlessly.
“Forget about dinner,” Clemente murmurs as he leans in close. “I’m going to have a little appetizer first.”
A squeal rips from my throat when Clemente suddenly grabs my waist and throws me over his shoulder. He stalks straight into the bedroom I just came from and throws me on the bed.
My hands fly out to balance myself and I grip the sheets hard when my eyes lock on his. Carnal desire. I have no other words to describe the heated way he’s looking at me. He drags me by the hips to pull me closer, grabbing my ankles to place my feet at the edge of the bed.
My heart speeds up, knowing what comes next by the way he positions my body. He drops to his knees and solely focuses on my silk-covered pussy. His hands slide down the inside of my thighs to push my legs open.
“I’ve been wanting a taste for quite some time now.” His words make a rush of wetness spread all over the fabric between my legs. “Imagining this sweet pussy, wanting to taste your orgasm as you come all over my face.”
I don’t have time to worry about anything because his fingers grip the silk material and with force he shreds it away, leaving me bare before him.
I place myself on my elbows and watch with eager curiosity as he leans forward.
His tongue slides out from between his lips.
Our eyes lock right before he slowly licks my pussy.
Oh.
My.
Heavenly.
Goodness.
I am never letting him leave. I am going to tie his head right between my legs and keep him and his magical tongue working on my pussy. Shit. What kind of awesomeness have I been missing all my life?
Utter pleasure. Swirls, flicks, sucking, pulling, freaking nibbling. He does it all and switches between tunneling his tongue deep inside and sucking the lips of my pussy before spending attention on my clit.
I’m panting for my next breath and am absolutely caught by surprise when a flood of heated pleasure comes crashing through my body causing me to scream out loud.
Wave after wave keeps drowning me and overloads my senses.
Clemente doesn’t stop, he keeps licking and sucking and I feel a slight burn when he pushes his finger inside me.
I tense up but when his teeth graze my sensitive bundle of nerves there’s just no time to think about his finger penetrating me.
The pleasure is back and even the gentle pumping of his finger tunneling in and out of me is adding to the new pleasure piling up.
Multiple orgasms. I thought it was a bunch of blown out of proportion romantic bullshit.
Things reserved for romance books and dirty movies.
But the kind of skills Clemente is showing me has me delving my fingers into his hair to keep him pinned between my legs.
I cry out again when another bite of erotic pain keeps me on the edge and threatens to tip over at any moment when he slides one finger out and two back in. A low rumble of approval vibrates against my flesh as he keeps me at the edge of pleasure, begging for release.
“You taste like a heavenly cold drink on a hot day where your taste buds explode from the pure satisfaction of being able to lessen an insatiable thirst.” Not only his words but the piercing look he gives me along with it knocks me straight into a sea of ecstasy.