Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 136915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
“Are you referring to my family?”
“Definitely. Don’t tell me you think they won’t cause a major scene at the presentation of the sheets.”
Greta looked sheepish. “They are protective, but sometimes they behave.”
Of course, I was right. I could already feel the Falcone bunch buzz with angry energy when Greta and I entered the room. They probably would have questioned her right away if my old aunts hadn’t sauntered into the ballroom in that moment, carrying the sheets as if they were a hard-won treasure.
The blood-stained sheet spanned between the two as they turned to the crowd. I glanced at the Falcones. Nevio stood slowly, pulled his knife while Massimo poured liquid from a flask on a cloth napkin, which Nevio pierced with the blade, and Alessio lit it up with a lighter. Greta followed my gaze and so did a few others, like my dad, Matteo and Remo. Nobody did anything.
Nevio hurtled the knife with practiced precision through the room so it cut through the sheet and let it burst into flames.
My aunts and the other women around it let out screams and dropped the burning sheet. Soon the carpet was burning too.
“If someone still wants to see blood, they can come to me and I’ll show them their own!” Nevio shouted while the fire spread on the carpet.
With a howl the fire alarm began and a moment later water exploded from the sprinklers above our heads, extinguishing the fire and bathing us in cold water.
“I knew it,” I muttered.
Greta peered up at me with an embarrassed smile, her hair plastered to her face. Soon her dress became see-through. I removed my jacket and draped it over her shoulder.
“I knew it would never get boring with you.”
Greta laughed and together we watched as most guests began to rush out of the room. Nevio perched on the edge of the table and toasted us with the flask before he took a deep gulp. He looked as if he was still hungover from last night. As long as he didn’t cause more problems than this, I could deal with it.
All that mattered now was that Greta was my wife and that we’d be leaving for our honeymoon in Spain tomorrow.
I anchored our yacht near a bay that was supposed to be one of the most beautiful in Ibiza. We’d been cruising the Mediterranean for the last twenty-four hours. I headed toward the bow of the boat and watched people milling on the beach or splashing in the clear-blue ocean.
Many of them were stark-naked. This was Ibiza for you. I shook my head with a wry smile. Soft footfall sounded and my smile broadened.
“I can’t wait to take a dip,” Greta said. I was glad Remo had insisted she learned to swim after she jumped into the Hudson. I turned and froze. Greta was completely naked, every gorgeous inch of her. Rust colored nipples perky, and the triangle of soft curls on her mound teasing me.
“I thought you want to head to the beach?” I said, unable to tear my eyes from my gorgeous wife.
Greta nodded, her gaze moving past me to the coastline. “It’s a nude beach.”
Possessiveness roared its furious head. “You won’t walk around naked in front of anyone but me.”
Greta tilted her head in that pensive way of hers, her dark brows bridging and a smile playing around her heart-shaped mouth. “It’s just skin and body hair. It doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t change that I’m yours.”
I stalked toward her and grabbed her face between my hands before I planted a kiss on her mouth. “Mine. Only mine. I don’t want anyone to see you but me.”
“Amo,” Greta began but I silenced her with another kiss before I lowered my head and snatched one nipple between my lips, sucking sharply then whispered. “Mine.”
I sank to my knees and left kisses on every inch of her belly then lower. “Mine.”
She leaned against the rail, holding onto my head, and her lips parted in a soft moan when my tongue dove between her folds to get my very first taste of the day. For a while, I teased her like that, only lightly fluttering over her sensitive nub, never giving her what she needed.
I pulled back and peered up at her lust-hooded eyes. “Ride my face.”
Her fingers around the rail tightened and she rose on her tiptoes, her leg muscles tightening before she lowered her pussy fully to my waiting mouth.
The softness of her pussy against my mouth made me groan. Greta moaned softly as I stroked her puffy lips before I parted them, wanting to get a deeper taste.
The moment her sweetness bloomed on my tongue my cock twitched and I groaned.
“Amo,” she whispered in awe as she always did when I worshipped her pussy, which I would do very often. I loved everything about eating her out, her taste, the softness of her folds, her moans, the flood of juices when she came.