Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“Dario.” I lean into him, pressing my head on his shoulder. “What am I going to do when you break my heart?” I whisper.
“That’s never going to happen because unlike you, amore, I’m in love. I have been from the first moment I stepped into the diner. At that moment, I knew I’d found my bride and I had to make you mine. Lies, threats, extortion, I’d do anything to get my ring on your finger as quickly as humanly possible.”
“The truth?”
“Sweetheart, don’t lie to both of us and tell me that you wouldn’t have tried to run. Even when I didn’t give you a reasonable choice, you didn’t want me because I wasn’t on the right side of the law.”
“Well, we wouldn’t know that, now, would we?”
“You’re a good girl, and you do the right thing.” Not when it comes to you.
The plane taxis, reminding me to ask, “Are you going to tell me where you’re taking me?”
“For this trip, we’re only going down to Miami.”
“I’ve never been there before.”
“Good. Now rest, beautiful. You’re too stressed out.” He massages my shoulders and I relax on cue, loving his firm yet gentle touch.
Chapter Fifteen
Dario
Last night had been wonderful after May and I arrived. I stretch out in bed, reaching for my wife, but she’s not there. What the fuck? I rush out of bed and run around our rented beach house, shouting her name like a fucking madman.
“May. May. Where are you?” Panic sets in until I see her outside, back to me, wearing a beautiful breezy floral robe we picked up when we arrived. She turns around and stares at me with her mouth wide open while she has her phone to her ear outside on the porch.
She slides the door open and she says, “June bug, I have to let you go.”
Walking straight up to me, she presses her body against mine. “Dario Conti, have you lost your mind? Where are your clothes?” She looks out toward the patio like someone can see me, but I don’t care because all I can think about is she’s still here with me.
“I don’t give a fuck about my clothes. I thought you left me or someone took you away.” She brushes her soft hand against my wildly beating heart. I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss it.
“I didn’t go anywhere, my love. My crazy, possessive mobster of a husband.”
“That’s the first time you called me your husband.”
“Is everything okay, sir?” Luca asks, stepping off the patio where May was, doing his job with a cup of coffee in his hands. He must have given her the privacy to speak while still monitoring her at a distance.
“Luca, you can have the rest of the day off. Dario and I need to spend the day alone.”
“Dario?” he questions, waiting for me to approve her command.
“You heard her.”
“I’m a call away.”
“Of course.” He nods and leaves.
“Now where were we, husband?”
“I believe you were scolding me for being naked, and I was just about to scold you for not being in bed where you belong.”
“My sister wanted to tell me about the kitten that Alessio surprised her with this morning.”
“Oh, the one she wanted.”
“Yes. That was you on the phone that day, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, I wanted to speak to you so much, but I had things to handle before I could sweep you off your feet, or kidnap you.”
“Idiot.”
“I love you, May.”
“I love you, Dario, and for your information, in time I would have chosen you over being a good girl.”
“You’re still a good girl. Leave the bad shit to me.”
“But what if sometimes I want to be bad?” She bats her eyelashes and pouts her lips, begging to get fucked.
“You’re definitely a bad wife, sliding out of bed and leaving me all alone,” I growl against her ear.
“What are you going to do about it?” I slide off her robe and then lift her up with a word. With a grin on my face, I carry her over to the sofa, bending her ass over the soft arm, making sure to drag down her panties, and brush my face in between her cheeks, eating out her warm pussy from behind like I’m in a fucking pie-eating contest. I can’t get enough of her sweet hole so I stab my tongue in and then flatten it before gripping her thighs and lifting her legs up off the sofa to get a better angle.
I tear up her ass with my beard and tongue, dipping into her sticky cunt and eating her up while my hand slides over her round ass. Growling and grunting like a fucking wild beast, I need to be inside my wife and fuck her, but I also need to make her come first. I pump two fingers into her hole, letting them get drenched while I tongue her clit.