His Wife: Chapter 13

“Gentlemen.” I walk into the private lounge. Gian and Saint together with their wives are already there, lounging on the leather couches. “It’s good to see you all.”

“Alexius.” Saint stands and buttons his suit jacket, holding out his hand. I take it for a good handshake before turning to Gian, greeting him in the same manner. Both these men have been friends of the Dark Sovereign for a long time, and they are about the only people, apart from my brothers, I trust in this world.

“Let me introduce to you my wife, Leandra.” I touch the small of her back, the lace of her silver column sheath dress soft against my fingertips. “Leandra, meet Marcello Saint Russo and his wife, Milana.”

“It’s so nice to meet you,” Mila says with a warm smile, her striking red dress about as bold as her husband’s presence.

I turn to the others. “And this is Gian Silvestro and his wife, Daniela.”

“Nice to meet you,” Leandra greets, her voice reflecting the confidence she carries in her shoulders.

Daniela smiles when she notices Leandra’s confused expression. “It’s called partial heterochromia iridis,” she says. “It’s when one half of an eye is a different color. In my case, half hazel, half green—same green as my other eye.”

“I’m sorry.” Leandra’s cheeks flush with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay,” Daniela assures her. “It makes most people look twice. But you, Mrs. Del Rossa,” she teases with a smirk, “we’ve all patiently been waiting to meet the woman who tamed the firstborn Del Rossa.” She tucks a red curl behind her ear.

“It’s good to finally get together,” Gian chimes in. “It’s been too long.”

“Too long indeed,” I agree.

“I’m surprised Nicoli hasn’t joined you.” Saint steps in next to me, his pin-striped tie as perfect as his black, pressed suit.

“Nicoli has some family business to take care of in my absence.” Meaning he has a killer to catch. It was against my own better judgment that I took this trip while we had a church fucker popping eyeballs, cutting off ears, and shoving crosses between the legs of the girls who work for us. But there was no getting out of this trip to meet up with the Russo and Silvestro families as head of the Dark Sovereign.

“We’re so sorry for your loss,” Milana says. “I wish we were able to attend your father’s funeral.”

“Thank you,” I reply.

“I had the utmost respect for your father, Alexius.” Saint swallows the last sip of his bourbon. “I came really close to breaking our rule of not being seen together.”

Gian hands his wife a glass of champagne. “Sometimes, I wonder if it’s not time to let that one rule go. Things have changed. Maybe we should reconsider. We are, after all, the second generation of this friendship between our families. Times have changed.”

I shake my head. “I might not have agreed with my father on everything,” I give Leandra a sideways glance, “but I agree that the decision to keep our circle a secret is in our best interest. Unfortunately, some might mistake this for an alliance, and the strength of this so-called alliance will be felt all around the world, right to their bones, and it will put us all at risk of being seen as a threat.”

“As much as I’d like not to, I agree.” Saint takes a seat on the leather couch, Milana sitting down next to him. “The last thing we all need is a bunch of fuckers coming at us. Besides, not having the world know about our business ventures makes everything run smoother.”

“Well, I know the three of you have a lot to discuss,” Milana says. “But let’s have dinner first, and then we’ll give you three some privacy.”

I nod and take Leandra’s hand, leaning closer, taking a moment to appreciate the delicate scent of her perfume. “Have I told you that you look absolutely stunning tonight?”

Her cheeks turn the prettiest pink. “You mentioned something along those lines before you decided to bunch the skirt of this dress around my waist. It’s still creased.”

“Hmm-mmm,” I hum, thinking about how I took her bent over the couch, muffling her cries with a beige scatter cushion. “You wanted me to fuck you.”

“Says who?”

“Says the pair of panties you didn’t wear underneath that dress.” I still and turn to face her. “Be glad I told you to put on a pair before we came here, or I’d be in that restroom over there,” I nod in the direction, “fucking you against the goddamn vanity.”

She sucks her cherry-red bottom lip into her mouth, the sight making my cock twitch. “Now I kind of wished I didn’t listen to you.”

“Jesus, woman.” I lean closer. “My cum is still coating your cunt, and yet you feel the need to play with me right now.”

With a seductive grin and amber irises of liquid gold, she reaches out and pretends to straighten my tie. “There will never be a time I don’t want to play, Alexius.” She leans in to kiss my cheek and whispers, “You should remember that.”

I grab her waist inconspicuously as I turn us away from our guests, squeezing my fingers into her hips, and excitement travels down my spine when I hear her gasp. “I will have no problem shoving my cock deep inside your pussy while the entire world watches. And if I see one hard dick on any man while they watch you come, I’ll put a bullet in their skull.” This time it’s my turn to kiss her flushed cheek. “You should remember that.” The slight shiver down her body doesn’t go unnoticed. I love these fucking games we play and how thrilling she makes it by being a willing participant.

I drop my hand to her ass, cupping the firm flesh in my palm. “Let’s eat.”

Caprese bruschetta, pancetta and veal rolls, eggplant parmesan poppers, and more were served as appetizers. Bistecca alla Fiorentina steak was served as the main course, while Milana and Daniela opted for the risotto ai funghi porcini due to them not eating meat. Good conversation paired with exquisite Tuscan wine made for a pleasant evening of laughter and entertainment.

I’m not the least bit surprised, yet amazed at how Leandra fits in perfectly. Her presence flows within the heart of our group, weaving among the rest of us as if she belonged here. As if she had always been a part of the friendship ties that stretched for years. Milana and Daniela took to her immediately, and not once did I feel like I had to include her or do something to make her feel at ease with the night’s company. Every now and then, she would glance my way, and the sparkle in her eyes would put the diamond necklace I gifted her tonight to shame under the crystal chandelier. Once again, I’m reminded that she was born for my world. Born to be a queen. Born to be mine.

For most of the evening, my attention was focused mainly on her, how she managed to become the light in the room, her smile and laugh filling the space and making my heart swell inside my chest. If there was any doubt about how I truly felt about her, tonight solidified it.

She owns my heart, mind, and soul.

Saint leans in close to Milana, whispering something in her ear. I’ve known this man for years, and I never thought I’d see the day Marcello Saint Russo would be so pussy-whipped and on his knees for a woman. But Milana brings out the best of him; everyone can see it.

Leandra finishes the last of her champagne, and I place a hand on her knee below the table, giving it a firm squeeze before easing it up between her thighs. She stiffens and gives me a sideways glance as if she can stop me with a mere look. But she knows I won’t stop. She doesn’t want me to.

I slide my hand up…up…a slow race of seduction, a secret affair between my touch and her smooth, hot thighs. A thrill enters my veins as I catch her shiver, and she looks away, refusing to let me see the rapture in her eyes, the pure bliss she experiences every goddamn time I touch her.

Saint and Gian are discussing their latest splurges on multi-million-dollar yachts while my fingertips continue their journey up toward the heaven tucked between my wife’s legs. She clenches her thighs, restricting me from further access, and my cock twitches in protest. If we were alone, I’d grab her by the hair and shove my dick down her throat so deep that tears would stain her beautifully flushed cheeks. But I make my disapproval known by letting my fingers bite into the soft flesh of her thighs, applying enough pressure that leaves her with no choice but to open her legs. When she does, she gives me a disapproving glare, and I simply smirk, straightening my tie with the hand that’s not currently on its way to her pussy.

“Alexius,” she says just loud enough for everyone to hear, “would you mind pouring me another glass of champagne?”

“Of course.” The stare-off between us is a battle, and she thinks she’s won, only to see that I just need one hand to pour a goddamn glass. I lift a cocky brow, and she narrows her eyes at me—beautiful amber eyes begging me to do what I want even though she’s pretending to fight it. She knows as well as I do that she’s already wet for me, and knowing I wouldn’t stop if someone held a gun to my head makes her even more so.

She inches her thighs apart, knowing the battle has been won, her pussy mine to do with as I please. I watch her plump, sensual lips touch the rim of the crystal glass, and I imagine her lipstick stains at the base of my cock as she takes a sip of her newly poured champagne. The delicate contour of her throat bobs as she swallows, and I picture her eagerly gulping down my cum, ribbons of it bursting from the corners of her mouth.

Jesus. My cock is rock hard and ready to fuck, and I know her cunt is wet enough to let it easily slide in.

My fingers brush along her soft lace panties. It’s inaudible, but I see her lips part with a silent gasp as I trace the outline of her pussy. Her panties are soaked, and I smirk, watching her trying not to squirm, fighting her body’s urge to move deeper and closer to my touch.

“When will you be joining the fleet, Alexius? I know a guy who can give you a great deal on a yacht much bigger than Saint’s.” Gian shoots Saint a cocky grin, and Milana snickers.

I take a sip of my whiskey, my fingers still tucked between my wife’s legs. “I already have something bigger than Saint’s. I wouldn’t want to embarrass the man even further.”

Everyone bursts out laughing, including Saint. “Alexius, my friend, yours might be bigger, but mine is built for pleasure and used way more than yours.”

“I’ll have to get some extra mileage on mine, then,” I say, sliding Leandra’s panties to the side, touching her swollen pussy lips beneath the table, and her laughter gets stuck in her throat. “Or I’ll just buy another plane, and then no one will give a fuck about mileage.”

“Oh, we’re talking about planes?” Saint feigns ignorance, and more laughter erupts, a great distraction as I slip a finger inside Leandra’s welcoming cunt, forcing a soft moan that only I can hear from her lips.

While Gian and Saint continue taking a piss at each other, their wives chiming in now and then, I wonder if I’m the only husband at this table currently fingering his wife. Not going to lie, the thought turns me the fuck on, and by the way Leandra looks in my direction, a flash of lust in her eyes, I know she’s thinking the exact same thing.

I lean closer to Leandra, letting my finger slip out, dragging it up to touch her clit. “You’re going to make a mess on your seat,” I whisper in her ear, feeling her shiver as I gently massage that tiny bud that’s swelling more and more beneath my fingertip. “Do you think they know?”

“Alexius, stop,” she scolds with a whisper, but I feel her opening her legs wider for me.

“Should I make you come in front of my guests?”

She grabs her glass and pleads, “Please stop,” before taking a sip, but her voice holds no conviction. There is not a fucking bone in her body that wants me to stop. She knows I know she’d let me fuck her in front of everyone here because that’s what she likes. What we like.

“Why would I stop when you’re clearly enjoying it so damn much?”

“Your guests.”

“I don’t give a fuck if they see you come. Do you?” I apply more pressure on her clit, and she responds by pressing her hips down, pretending to shift in her seat when she’s actually grinding her pussy against my palm. “My little stray wants to come…doesn’t she?”

By placing her glass against her lips, she hides the deep breath she takes before smiling at something Milana said, which neither of us heard. They are all oblivious to what’s happening beneath the table—or at least, I think they are. Even if they knew, I wouldn’t stop. I love teasing Leandra like this, watching her skin turn the most beautiful blush pink, her eyes filled with excitement.

I lean back in my seat, pretending to participate in the conversation while feeling her arousal increase, coating my fingers. Her thighs clench, her lips part, and sweat beads at her temples. She’s close. I can feel it as I slip inside her wet little hole, how her body sucks my finger into her. I’m one stroke away from making her come when she darts up from her seat, leaving my hand cold and void of her drenched cunt.

“Ladies, I haven’t had a chance to visit the hotel boutique yet. Who wants to join me while the men smoke cigars and measure their dicks?”

There’s dead silence before Daniela bursts out laughing. “Oh, my God. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to say those words.” She, too, stands from her seat. “At every dinner party, right before the women get excused, those exact words always burn the tip of my tongue. So I’m glad one of us has finally had the balls to say it.”

“I like her, Alexius,” Milana says between laughs. “The three of us are going to have a lot of fun tonight.”

“Speaking of,” I stand and face the three women, “instead of going to the boutique, I’ve arranged for a private viewing up in our suite where they’ll showcase their collection.”

Leandra lifts a brow at me. Did she really think I’d let her go to the first floor alone? Sure, I could send Maximo and some of his security down with them, but the last thing I want is unnecessary attention surrounding my wife. And judging by the way Saint and Gian look at me, they’re thinking the same thing, approval etched on their faces.

“That’s so considerate of you, Alexius,” Daniela says as she picks up her glass of champagne.

I reach out and gently take Leandra’s elbow in my hand before pulling her close, bringing my lips to her ear. “That’s twice you’ve denied me tonight,” I whisper, my tone firm. “Now I’ll have to return the favor.”