Chapter 18
NICO
Rolling over, I expected my hand to fall on Emilia, but the bed was empty.
The sheets were cool to the touch, telling me she'd been gone for a while.
Her pillow was cold, and her half of the bed as meticulously made as it could be with me on the other side.
The covers were pulled tight, hospital corners perfect.
This was not how I wanted to start my day.
I wanted my cock to be buried deep within her, making her cry out my name like she had last night.
Or was it this morning? Who knew anymore?
The hours had blurred together in a haze of sweat and pleasure.
All I knew was I couldn't keep my hands off her, or my dick out of her.
Flipping the blankets off me, I got ready for the day.
Walking into the kitchen, I watched Emilia at the stove, bopping her head along to whatever she was listening to.
She was wearing a simple pale-yellow sundress that made her look like sunshine incarnate.
Quietly, I pulled out the chair and took my seat.
Her movements mesmerized me, and I had a difficult time keeping my mind off her hips.
The way they swayed as she hummed along to her music, completely unaware of my presence.
She turned and smiled as she set down a plate in front of me. "Good morning, it's about time you rolled out of bed." She pulled her headphones off and tapped the phone sitting on the counter.
"Camilla was supposed to be off today," I said as I looked at the plate of food she'd given me. Eggs, bacon, toast. Simple but perfect.
"She is." Emilia frowned as she picked up her cutlery.
"Then who made breakfast?" I asked as I grabbed the napkin at my place setting and put it on my lap.
"Me," she put her hands on her hips and stared at me like I was crazy.
"Really?"
"Oh, you think because I'm a mafia princess I'm useless?"
"No, Emilia, that's not what I was implying at all." Looking down, I hope she didn't see my smirk.
"Yes, it was, but don't worry, it's what everyone thinks of me.
I thought you wouldn't be one of them." She let her voice trail off and glanced around the room before leaning over the table.
The movement gave me a glimpse down the front of her dress.
"Since you know what I have been doing." Her words were whispered as she arched her brow.
"There's only you and me here on Sundays.
I give all the staff the day off. There's no threat right now, except maybe the one I'm sitting across from.
" My eyes lock on her, waiting to see her reaction, but there's only the hint of a smile that crosses her face.
"So, all my security remains outside the house. "
The bruise on her cheek looked as nasty as it had yesterday, purple spreading to yellow at the edges, but she'd not attempt to cover it again today. Every time I saw it, I regretted not killing her father for daring to hit her.
I have a meeting with the other four Cosa Nostra heads later today, but aside from that, I'm free. What are your plans?
"Wow, more business during our honeymoon." Why hadn't I thought of a honeymoon? Well, truthfully, I never considered her even wanting one.
"Emilia, I'm sorry, I," I began to say, but she held up her hand and shook her head.
"I'm just giving you a hard time, believe me, I don't want or need a honeymoon.
This is enough alone time with you." She stood and took her plate to the sink.
"Don't get me wrong, Nico, I have been enjoying our time together, but there's nobody here today, we don't have to pretend.
We've played the happy couple for your staff and your family.
You've done your duty as a husband, but it’ll all end.
" She turned the water on and let the sink fill, without turning back to me.
"I want this to be a true marriage, Emilia."
"Well then, you should have married someone else." She grabbed the towel, dried her hands, and left the kitchen. "Wash your dishes when you're done. I'm not your maid." What the hell had just happened?
Following her out into the living room, I grabbed her arm and turned her back to face me. "What happened in there?"
"Just reality. We really don't need to fake being happy unless someone's in the house.
Let me know when I need to play your doting wife, I will paste the smile on my face that you need.
" Emilia stepped away from me, but I didn't let go of her arm.
Pulling her back to me, I crushed my mouth to hers.
She was stiff for a moment, her lips pressed together but gave in to me and opened her mouth.
The sigh that escaped was soft, and she leaned against me, her body melting into mine.
Swooping her up into my arms, I took the stairs two at a time and swung the door open.
It banged off the doorstop, and I dropped her on the bed.
She bounced slightly, her hair spreading across the pillows.
Pulling my shirt out, I unbuttoned it and threw it across the room.
Getting out of the rest of my clothes, I pushed her dress up.
My breath hitched as I realized she wasn't wearing any panties.
"Was this your plan? Make yourself so irresistible that even when I'm mad, I want to fuck you? "
"Well, making you mad wasn't the plan; it just happened." She smirked.
"But you were trying to get me hot and bothered."
"Yes." She let her eyes fall down my body, and she stopped when she reached my cock. Pushing her back on the bed, I leaned over her.
"For future reference, if you want sex, all you have to do is ask for it. So, amore, do you have something to ask me?" I was inches from her face, and I watched her get nervous. Her pulse fluttered in her throat. "Ask me."
"Please fuck me, Nico."
"We don't have a lot of time. You're going to have to make supper tonight.
" I said as I kissed down her neck, tasting the salt on her skin.
Taking her nipple in my mouth, I waited for her to say something, but all she did was moan and rake her fingers through my hair.
"Or we can order out and spend all day in bed together," I said after I stopped toying with her tight bud.
"I can cook. If the other four are here, it's important that I show them who I am," she said as she breathed heavily.
A moan escaped her lips as I ran my fingers over her clit, and sank them deep inside her.
She was wet, ready, perfect. I was the devil, and I would drag her to hell with me, moaning and screaming my name.
"Please, Nico." Her voice was more of a whine than how she sounded normally. I was starting to live for this pitch change. Her breaths were coming in short pants, and I wanted her to come before I sank into her.
"Come on my hand, Emilia. Scream for me," I mumbled into her ear. She turned her head, and our lips were a hair’s breadth apart. Her eyes were clamped shut, and I couldn't help but smile because, while she looked like she was in pain, the slight smile on her face gave her away.
"Nico," she cried, as she pressed her hips into the palm of my hand.
"That's a good girl, soak my hand." I pressed harder, and her legs started shaking, and her pussy clamped around my fingers.
"Oh. God. Nico." As her orgasm rocketed through her, she cried out my name. My name was the only one that would ever be on her lips while she screamed in ecstasy. Rogue spasms made her shake as she opened her eyes. "It's my turn." She bit the corner of her lip and grinned.
"What are you doing?" I asked as I pulled my hand away from her pussy, and she trailed kisses down my chest. Her lips were soft, burning a path across my skin. "Emilia, you don't have to..." I couldn't even finish my thought because she wrapped her hand around my granite cock.
"If I'm doing something wrong, tell me, okay?" She settled between my legs and looked up at me. My innocent wife was about to suck my cock, and I couldn't even comprehend what she could do that would be wrong.
I watched her tongue slide over her lips before she bent her head.
Her warm breath fluttered over me, just before her searing mouth wrapped around me.
"Oh, Em." I groaned. She froze and looked up at me without moving her head.
"Keep going, your mouth feels so good." I reached down and moved her hair over her shoulder, so I had an unobstructed view.
She moved her head up and down my shaft, dragging her tongue along the underside. I wasn't going to last long. Slipping my hand into her hair, I gently pressed her head lower. I wanted my entire cock down her throat. When I released the pressure, she gasped as she slid her mouth off me.
"Was it too much?" I asked, hoping I hadn't scared her.
"No, it was hot." She smiled at me before swirling her tongue around the crown. "I want you to come in my mouth, Nico."
"We can take things slow amore." It took every cell in my body not to plunge back in her and shoot my cum down her throat.
I watched my beautiful wife shake her head. "Slow isn't what I want. Right now, I want to experience everything with you. Please, Nico, give this to me." Her eyes locked on mine, and I was immediately a puddle ready to allow her to do anything she wanted.
"Your wish is my command, wife." I lay back and watched her envelope my cock again. I wanted to close my eyes, but I didn't want to miss a moment of this.
Her mouth was magic, and it took no time for her to get me teetering on the edge of release. "This is your last warning, Emilia. I'm so close." The words were thick on my tongue as I tried hard to focus on her rather than my pleasure.
Emilia didn't even look up at me; she just lowered her head and sucked harder. She slid her hand off my thigh and cupped my balls in her palm, and gently massaged them. Oh fuck, I was a goner.
She sucked up my shaft and lowered again until I bumped the back of her throat.
My breathing stopped, and I stiffened under her.
With the flick of her eyes, she locked on mine, and I groaned as I exploded in her mouth.
The woman kneeling between my legs sucked and licked me clean before sitting up, smirking.
Reaching out, I grabbed her arm and pulled her to me, pressing my mouth to hers.
Hungrily tasting myself in her mouth as my tongue slips along hers.
Wrapping my arms around Emilia, I immediately questioned what I'd ever done without her.
How had I survived before this woman came into my life and turned everything upside down?