Alceu

Chapter Twelve

Alceu

I wasn’t lying when I said that we had plans. A reservation has been made at the best French restaurant in town. I’m supposed to be meeting with a governor or some such person. At the moment, I couldn’t care less who is waiting for me. I have only one purpose as I stride from the library.

Since the moment Giulia said yes to the amendment of our agreement, my cock hasn’t gone down. Having Giulia in my lap and going toe to toe with her father has done nothing to help that situation. But the mention of taking her from me? I want to mark her from the inside out so everyone knows she is mine. And she is mine.

Since our wedding reception where she threatened to shoot Salvador, I have known that what started as a farce was going to be more. She is the queen my kingdom has always needed. She treats everyone equally and with kindness. The staff loves her and the way she manages the household. She doesn’t expect to have everything handed to her and does things for herself.

The fact that I almost lost her is just another driving force behind me wanting to cement my claim. We haven’t even consummated our marriage, and it’s time that changes.

Yesterday, she gave Rosa the day off to spend with her granddaughter for her birthday and instead cooked for us herself. She even fed my brothers. I was pleasantly surprised by the lasagna she made, rich and tasty, reminding me of my mother’s cooking.

Mancuso and Stefano have quickly fallen under her spell, talking and laughing with her constantly. Even Severu, who barely tolerates people, has taken a liking to her. It helps that she trains with him daily, learning hand-to-hand combat and how to shoot. He seems to admire her tenacity and the fact that even though her body is bruised and in pain, she always goes back for more.

She is the perfect fit not just for me, but for my family and my empire. I have decided that she will rule by my side, my equal in every way. Now I just need to convince her of that.

In our bedroom, I set her on her feet before I close the door firmly. Turning back, I slam my lips down on hers, kissing her with a passion that she returns. Her hands are on my chest, and she starts quickly undoing the buttons of my blue dress shirt. Her palms against my skin send an electric charge shooting through me as she pushes my shirt off my shoulders and to the ground.

Our hands are all over each other, our motions rushed. Both of us know what we want. After walking her toward the bed, I push her down on the mattress. I don’t hesitate to drop to my knees as I push her dress over her hips. I want to worship her.

“If I had known you weren’t wearing underwear when you were sitting on my lap, I would have shot your father the moment he walked into the room,” I say with a growl before running my tongue through her slit. “We could have been doing this a lot sooner.”

A husky laugh escapes Giulia before she moans when I suction her clit between my lips. Her taste is already ingrained in me. Musky and clean. Using my fingers, I pull her lips apart and lick with gusto. I have never enjoyed eating out a woman’s cunt, but this is different. I’m learning how to best please my wife, listening to the sounds she makes. As I add a finger, Giulia explodes, screaming. Pre-cum flows down my cock, and I take a deep breath to calm myself down.

“Damn,” she whispers, an arm covering her face. “We should have revised the agreement a long time ago.”

Chuckling, I move up from the floor. Picking her up, I position her to the center of the bed before removing the rest of my clothes and situating myself between her spread thighs. Her dress is in the way, obstructing me from seeing her breasts as they heave with every deep breath she takes.

Reaching into the drawer beside the bed, I remove a knife and insert it between her breast then cut her dress down the middle. A noise escapes her, and I worry I may have scared or hurt her, but one look into her eyes has me grinning like the damn cat that got the cream.

“Do you like that, Giulia?” I purr. “A little danger?”

“I didn’t know I would, but I do,” she replies, blushing.

Dropping the knife to the floor, I push her destroyed dress from her body. Her milky skin is on display for me. Her breasts aren’t large but firm and high on her chest, tipped with dark, pointed nipples I can’t wait to wrap my lips around.

“Fuck,” I groan, rubbing my throbbing erection against her pussy. “Please tell me you’re not a virgin.”

Confusion covers her face as I stare down at her. I know that most men want a virgin, but I don’t. “I don’t want to hurt you. I would rather fuck the memory of any man before me from your memory than have to hold back right now,” I explain.

The siren below me smiles widely before speaking. “I’m not a virgin. And there are only two men you have to fuck from my memory.”

As the last words leave her beautiful lips, all my control snaps and I shove all eight inches of my cock into her, making her scream.