Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 102566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
"Don't worry about saying anything." He pats my hand. "My life has caught up with me and soon, it will be time for me to say goodbye. But I can leave this world happily, knowing you will soon have a son to continue our family name."
Marzia laughs, even though there are traces of tears in her pretty eyes. "What if it's a daughter?"
"It won't be." Father's eyes sparkle with mischief as he winks at her.
Father leaves a couple of days later, leaving us with some staff to help us get the house in order.
Marzia insists on working despite her condition.
I can tell it helps her to stay active, so I allow her to work in her new office every day.
Every trace of what happened at the Da Costa Mansion has been erased. And any unpleasant memories my wife has of this place, she's determined to wipe out. She's hired a new decorator, a new gardener and a new housekeeper to take care of everything. We will find our happiness here, soon.
But there's one thing I still have to do.
That night, I return home late from the distillery but with a plan forming in my head. I already called to the house and told Marzia to be ready for me tonight. She will be waiting on her knees in our bedroom when I return, I have no doubt about it. The last thing she wants to do is disappoint me now, and besides, I know the same hungry lust that powers my own body runs through her veins, too.
I head back to the house and greet the new workers. They will all give us some privacy tonight. I've made sure of that.
Stopping in the hallway, I take a deep breath. Tonight is important to me, so I want it to go perfectly. Tonight, I will officially mark Marzia as mine.
I open the door of the bedroom and there she is, on the floor just as I requested. She's naked, her swollen belly making me smile as I close the door of the bedroom and lock it twice.
She's wearing one of my silk ties as a blindfold, just as I told her to.
I can hear my wife's labored breathing as I slowly shrug off my blazer and place it over the chair. I want to fuck her desperately, but tonight is about so much more than just making her submit to me body, mind and soul. I want to own her.
Tonight is the end as my vengeance comes to an end—tonight, I will make Marzia Da Costa my fucking property.
I pull out the square velvet box from my blazer and place it on the bed. Marzia will get to see it soon enough, but before then, I want to tease her, make her absolutely desperate for the pleasure only I can give her.
I run my fingertips over her silky smooth hair, then over her cheeks, her full lips, down her neck.
She takes a sharp breath every time my skin makes contact with hers. She's shivering. Not because it's cold, but because she knows something special is going to happen tonight. The promise of it hangs thick and heavy in the air, reminding me of how important tonight is.
"Open your mouth," I mutter.
My wife does as she's told, allowing my finger to slip between her lips. She sucks my thumb greedily, as if she's already practicing to take my cock in every little hole she has to offer.
I groan at the sight and feel of her. She makes me so fucking hard just by doing something like this. I'll never get enough of Marzia. My vendetta against her family may be over, but I'm nowhere near done making her mine every day for the rest of our lives.
Beneath the blindfold, two twenty-four-karat gold barbells still decorate her nipples. We know we'll have to take them out soon, but we're both enjoying the time we have left with her piercings. Tugging, biting and playing with them has been my favorite pastime for months.
A sudden desire to make Marzia come overtakes me. I want to see her face contorted with pleasure, hear her gasping my name as I bring her to an orgasm that crashes over her.
I take my cock out. It's already hard, begging to be sucked by her as I wipe the precum off on her lips.
My wife moans out loud, so very eager for me to treat her like a little slut.
"You want to suck?" I ask, my voice gentle. "You want to eat my dick?"
"Yes," she whispers. "Yes, please, Adrian!"
I pull off her blindfold. Her pupils dilate as they get used to the darkness in the room before zeroing in on me. Her breathing is labored and speeds up even more as she stares into my eyes.
"First, I have something for you," I smirk, zipping up as I hand her the velvet jewelry box. "Open it."