His Wife: Chapter 15

The fire in her eyes is fucking beautiful. Their amber hues have turned red, almost black with a fury that could leave hell in ruins. Her body is still shaking, her skin flushed all the way from her chest, up her neck, touching her cheeks. I had her right there on the brink of coming mere moments ago, her pussy so wet it’s gushing down her thighs. But I warned her. I told her there would be a price for denying me what’s mine. And now she’s paying it—or rather, her body is.

With a cum-soaked finger, I tuck a curl behind her ear, purposefully touching the scar I know is there. “Every action has a reaction,” I murmur, brushing my lips against her cheeks. “Your actions by denying me at the goddamn dinner table have determined my reaction by having to show you the consequences.”

“The consequences being you acting like an asshole?”

I chuckle lightly, leaning my forehead against hers. “God, I love it when you challenge me, woman. It makes my dick hard every time.”

Leandra grabs my hand and places it against her wet cunt. “I know a way to get rid of it.”

I smile, teasing a fingertip by her entrance. “As much as I’d like to fuck you right now, you need to be taught a lesson.”

“And what lesson is that?” she snarls, her breath hot and heady. “That you’re in control? That you alone decide when I come?” She yanks my hand from between her legs, sliding her own finger inside her pussy. “I don’t need you to do it for me. I can do it myself. I can make myself come whenever the fuck I want.”

I look down between her legs, her eager fingers slipping through her pink, swollen slit, touching her clit.

“You want to watch, husband? Watch your wife make herself come because you teaching me a lesson seems to be more important than giving your wife pleasure?”

Anger snaps across my spine, and I grab her wrist with a cruel hand, jerking it away from her throbbing sex, holding it tight. “Be careful, Leandra. There’s a fine line between challenging me and simply pissing me off.”

“Yeah.” She shoves me back, and I smirk at her blatant anger. “There’s also a fine line between playing a game and knowing when you’re taking it too far.”

Anger kisses her cheeks with radiant fire, her eyes wild, aggressive like she has war in her veins. Her hair is a tousled mess, her chest rising and falling with every fiery breath. My wife, she’s a motherfucking vision, a goddess of beauty and rage all rolled into one, and it’s making my dick rock fucking hard.

“You do not get to be an asshole simply because I wouldn’t let you make me come at the goddamn dinner table with four other guests to witness it go down.”

“You like it when people watch,” I challenge with a sly grin.

“That’s different.”

“How is that different?”

She balks for a second, and I’m still fucking smiling, amused and turned the fuck on. “It just is. You had no right—”

I launch at her, grabbing her jaw between my fingers and lifting her face to mine. “When it comes to you, I have every right.”

“You forfeit that right the moment you deny me your cock.” Her words are a low growl, like a lioness standing her ground, knowing her place and ready to defend it. The way her eyes gleam with victory, she knows she has me cornered. I should be pissed off. I should want to teach her a lesson she’ll never forget. But I’m too goddamn proud—my stray now a queen with a spine stronger than most men when in my presence.

I squeeze my fingers into her jaw, forcing her chin up more. “You want my cock?”

“Yes,” she hisses without pause, and like a beast unleashed, I grip the fabric of her dress and rip it down the front, exposing one of her perfectly round tits, her nipple lush and pebbled, deserving of my attention. But not now, not while her body is wildfire and my cock is craving to burn.

I jerk her around, and I don’t do it gently, grabbing the back of her neck and forcing her to bend over the back of the couch, pressing her face into the sofa seat, her ass propped up beautifully, like a fucking offering.

I guide my cock to her entrance, and she presses her hips toward me, wanting to take me inside her before I’m good and ready to give it. “You want my cock?” I repeat the question because I love hearing her say it. Crave it. Need it. Fucking taking it.

“Yes. I do,” she bites out, her lips all puckered against the seat pillow.

“Then you better scream for me, stray, because I ain’t giving you my cock because I think you deserve it. I’m going to fuck you because I know this little body of yours is nothing without it.”

I plunge into her hard, deep, and fucking brutal, her cries slamming against the ceiling. My cock hits so deep that I can feel a slight resistance, her pussy walls unprepared to take all of me with one relentless thrust. My fingers squeeze tighter around her neck, and I take her roughly, my cock diving into her soaked pussy while her screams of ecstasy cling to my goddamn skin.

“Is this what you want?” I bite out between breaths.

“Harder,” she demands.

“You sure about that?”

“Just shut up and fuck me.”

“Jesus Christ,” I curse and let go of her neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking her head back while pinning her hips down on the edge of the couch with my other hand. Her back is a perfect curve, and I cut my gaze from the delicate contour of her shoulder blades down to her ass, watching my cock fill her greedy cunt. I’m not gentle. My touch isn’t kind. But she likes it this way. We’re both animals driven by a need to fuck, reveling in it.

“I’m going to come.” She’s breathless. Mindless. Utterly consumed, and I can feel her pussy clamp down around me.

“You better fucking scream. Let the entire city of Rome hear you come, stray.”

She doesn’t disappoint.

She screams for me, a throaty, desperate, agonizingly beautiful scream that tears from her insides as I fuck her into a climax that shreds through her body. The cadence of her pleasure travels down my spine, slamming against my balls, and I spill myself inside her, grunting and growling, coming so goddamn hard, my mind shatters.

There’s cum leaking from her cunt as I pull out of her, so I palm her pussy, scooping it up with my fingers and forcing it back inside her. She moans, her throbbing pussy now sensitive to the touch, but I don’t care because I want her body to take every last drop.

I pull her head back more. She’s spent. A boneless mess underneath me as I lean over her back, rasping into her ear, “Don’t ever deny me again. Understand? If I want to fuck you in the middle of Town Square, you’ll let me. If I want to finger you while having dinner with the motherfucking queen, you. Will. Let me. Understand?”

“Yes,” she breathes out. “I understand.”

Rome has been good to us the past couple of days. We’ve had nothing but sunny days, the golden light casting amber hues across ancient stones and cobbled walkways. The icy tentacles of winter only came out once the sun set, the chill preferring to drift in the dark.

We’ve been out exploring, walking hand in hand through the bustling crowds, taking in the sights, pretending like we didn’t have a life to get back to.

Out on the streets, the air is alive with the smell of food and champagne, people chatting in different languages from all around the world, all wanting a taste of Italy’s best. Witnessing Leandra experience the wonders and beauty Rome has to offer for the first time makes me feel like it’s my first as well. With her, the colors seem brighter, the architecture more magnificent, and the food tastier and sweet. It’s different with her, as if the world has opened its heart and I can now see the true wealth of life it has to offer. The city’s energy is amplified with her at my side.

From braving the crowds at one of the oldest markets in Rome for a taste of the world’s best coffee to buttery pastry desserts, dinner at the best restaurants, and fucking underneath the midday sun on the terrace, Leandra and I—dare I say it—spent our time enjoying Italy like it’s the honeymoon we never had.

Raven curls curtain down the sides of her face, her palms flush against my naked chest while her thighs press against my waist as she straddles me. I lift my hips, pushing in deeper, and she whimpers, lifting her head and falling back, her hands grabbing the tops of my thighs. Perfect, palm-sized tits bounce with hardened nipples as she rides me, the winter sun of Rome beating down on our naked bodies while we fuck on the round rattan sun lounger. It’s been our favorite place to fuck, outside in the open, thinking of all the people standing by their windows watching us, wishing they were us while the sun and the stars witness the multiple ways we could give each other pleasure.

Her hips move with a purposeful rhythm, our bodies connected as one with my dick inside her. I know she’s coming when she leans her head back, her delicate throat craned and exposed as her lips part with a cry of ecstasy. I follow, grunting, and arch my back, spilling my load inside her.

She collapses on top of me, and we both breathe rapidly, sweat beading at my temples.

“You think anyone’s complained about us making noise out here?”

I snicker. “If they have, management knows better than to bring it to my attention.”

She props herself up on her elbows, staring down at me. “How does it feel to know you have so much power over everyone and everything around you?”

I tuck her hair behind her ears. “I’m not going to lie. It feels great,” I answer truthfully. “It’s my definition of freedom.”

“How so?”

“Because I can do whatever the fuck I want, and no one can say shit about it.”

“But can you, though?” She traces a fingertip along my chest. “Can you do whatever you want while you’re head of the Dark Sovereign?”

“I can do whatever I want, especially now that I’m leading the family business. Before, I was bound to my father’s rules and his laws. Now, I can make my own.” I lean back, tucking my arm beneath my head, staring up at the sky, different shades of blue weaving behind white clouds. “But my father’s rules work. His laws keep everything standing, so I have no desire to change anything…except one. The one thing my father and I never could agree on.”

She lays her head against my chest, her cheek warm against my skin. “And what’s that?”

“For the Dark Sovereign to be ruled solely by the Del Rossa family.” Determination floods my veins at the mere thought. “There are five seats at the core of this family business. Right now, it’s me, Nicoli, and Caelian who represent the Del Rossa name. My uncles Roberto and Riccardo take up the other seats.”

“So, Isaia is the only brother who doesn’t have a place in the family business right now?”

“My little brother is a part of the Dark Sovereign whether he has a seat or not.”

Leandra lifts her head off my chest, staring at me. “But he doesn’t have any say? No right to have his opinion heard?”

“Not at the moment, no. But he will have his place once I’m done getting rid of my uncles.”

“But until then, he’s basically an outsider looking in when it comes to his own family.”

I frown as I study her. “What is it about my little brother that always has you defending him?”

She pushes herself up, her perfect hourglass-shaped body naked and fucking beautiful. “I’m not defending him. I’m just trying to see things from his perspective.”

“Why?”

“I already told you why.” She grabs her robe and slips it on, and I prop myself on my elbows.

“Because he walked you down the aisle.”

“Because he showed me kindness.”

“You care for him.” The words burn the tip of my tongue.

“I do,” she admits, her gaze drifting before meeting mine. “I care for him like a brother, Alexius. Nothing more. You know that.”

I scoff. “I do. But it doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

A gentle smile appears on her face, the sun touching the lines of her delicate features. “Would you rather have me not care about your family at all?”

“I have three brothers, and you had to pick Isaia to form this friendship with.”

“What makes him different than Nicoli or Caelian?”

“You didn’t watch Nicoli or Caelian fuck,” I snarl. “Nicoli and Caelian didn’t watch me finger you on our goddamn porch.”

“You did that,” she shoots back. “You decided to play that game with Isaia that night. Not me.”

“I didn’t force you to watch him fuck Melanie, did I?”

She crosses her arms. “I don’t remember you complaining that night in the bathroom.”

“Oh, you mean the night I caught you with your hand between your legs?” I get up, not caring that I’m buck naked, and reach out to touch her cheek. “The night I realized we had more in common than I thought, witnessing the ecstasy in your eyes as I came on your beautiful face.”

“Good times,” she murmurs, and I stifle a laugh.

“Good times.”

My body welcomes her warmth as she reaches up, placing her arms around my neck. “Please tell me Isaia isn’t going to be an issue between us forever?”

I snake my arms around her waist, pulling her tighter against me. “As long as my brother has a dick and balls, I’ll probably feel the way I do now.”

“Oh, my God,” she sighs, pushing her arms against my chest to get away. But I grab her jaw and pull her closer, claiming her lips with mine. She doesn’t resist, melting into our kiss, allowing me to swallow her breath as her lush lips part so our tongues can touch. Truth is, I would probably always be jealous of her bond with Isaia. I’m too possessive not to be. But deep down, I know she’s mine. I know her truth. I can taste it on her lips every time we kiss like this.

My hands wander down her back, cupping her ass and lifting her on her toes, kissing her hard with a groan before letting go of her lips. I lean my forehead against hers, her familiar scent of vanilla fused with the romance that always lingers in the Italian air. “I’ve been to Rome more than a dozen times in my life, but I’ve never had the desire to stay. Not until now.” I brush her hair back, her hair soft and sleek between my fingers. “I guess I was wrong thinking power is freedom.”

“How so?” she murmurs, her amber eyes searching mine.

“If I were truly free, I would have us stay here forever, not caring about anything or anyone else. It would just be us. This moment. Forever.”

“I don’t.”

I frown with question, and she gives me a smile that warms every last drop of blood in my veins.

“If our life together were like this forever, we’d never learn to appreciate these moments.”

I take her chin between my fingertips, placing my thumb on her lower lip. “I love how you can say such beautiful things with the same mouth that sucks my cock so ardently.”

“You’re a lucky man, Mr. Del Rossa. Men would kill for a mouth like mine.”

“You’re right, I would.”

“Well, hopefully, you’d never have to.”

I tilt her chin up, squeezing my fingers gently into her jaw. “I give you my word, stray. The day will come when I spill blood for you. I swear it.”

Her cheeks glow with the perfect shade of pink. “I swear, every time you say things like that, all I want to do is spread my legs for you. What kind of woman does that make me?”

A smirk tugs at my lips. “My woman.”

“I guess it does. You’re quite the mindfuck, you know that?”

I frown. “How so?”

“You’re jealous as fuck, yet you don’t mind it when people watch us?”

I slip my hand down the front of her robe and cup her breast in my palm, feeling how her nipple hardens. “I am the world’s worst contradiction when it comes to you, Mrs. Del Rossa. While I want to slit the throat of every man that desires you, nothing thrills me more than fucking you while others watch.”

“Why?” Her lips part with a subtle breath.

“Because you’re mine. No one else will ever have you, taste you, fuck you, and I love shoving that fact in the world’s face.”

And that’s the motherfucking truth. We’re both bathed in sin with our mutual depravities. It amazes me that she can be this soft, caring person, flip a switch, and be a wickedly filthy temptress. My temptress.

“Speaking of,” I say, easing the other side of her robe to the side, exposing both her tits, my gaze firmly focused on the rosy pebbles begging to be sucked. “Since it’s our last night here, there’s somewhere I want to take you.”

“Where are we going?”

I lean down, dragging my tongue around her nipple, then teasing it with my teeth before sucking it deeply into my mouth, letting it go with a pop. “A place you and I will fit right in.”