Alceu

Chapter Sixteen

Alceu

It takes me a moment to realize my wife has a plan. But if I have learned anything in the last month she has been here, it’s that she can think for herself. A beautiful soul, fair and just, but vindictive when she needs to be. Her mind works a lot like mine, and it’s one of the many reasons I have laid my heart and sanity at her feet without her even knowing it.

She raises herself off my already hardening cock to sit on my desk again, staring down at me. Smiling wickedly, she places her right hand between her thighs and starts to rub at her little pussy. I have never seen anything more erotic until she pushes two fingers deep into her wetness, the sound of my earlier release and hers loud through the room. My hands itch to take over, to lay her flat on her back and thrust my cock into her. But I grasp the armrests of my chair instead, waiting to see what she will do next.

“Alceu,” she says softly, drawing my gaze away from the fingers pumping into her pussy and to her face. She looks a little apprehensive, taking a deep breath before speaking again, her hand never stopping.

“I love you.” She smiles softly. “I accept you for who you are, and I want to be yours forever.”

“Giulia.” I rise so quickly from my chair that it falls back with a loud clatter. “Really?”

“God, yes,” she replies.

My heart is beating so hard that I feel like it may pop out of my chest at any moment like in the cartoons. My lips crash down on hers as I sweep her hand out of the way and push my throbbing cock back into her. I imagined her saying those words one day in the future, perhaps after she has spent more time with me and learned to love me. But to hear those words today? To see the sincerity in her gaze? I have never been surer that a woman was made for me. The fates have crossed our path for a reason.

“Fuck, woman,” I say with a growl, staring down at her. “I have loved you in some way since our wedding. I have meant every word when I said I was keeping you.”

“Alceu,” she moans loudly. “Yes! More!”

“I love you, Giulia. You were made for me.” My thrusts grow harder, moving her body across my desk.

“I'm so close, Alceu,” she whimpers.

Grabbing her throat again, I apply pressure as I push her down against the wood.

“Come for me, love,” I command. “Scream my name.”

She erupts beautifully, not just screaming my name, but chanting it over and over. Her orgasm triggers me to go off again, burying me to the hilt inside her as I come like I never have before.

Both of us are breathing harshly, and she smiles lightly before kissing me so softly I could have almost imagined it.

“I love you,” Giulia says again. “Now let’s go take care of business.”

I slip from her, seeing her wince, but say nothing. She loved every second of what we just did, even though I may have been a little rough with her. Giulia enters my en-suite bathroom and emerges moments later holding two of my shirts. Pulling my pants up, I put away my now flaccid cock and accept a shirt from her. Giulia pulls the second shirt over her head without undoing the buttons, the length falling to just above her knees.

This is her plan, and I’m going to follow her lead. Rounding my desk, I take her in from head to toe. It’s then I notice a string of my cum trickling down the inside of her leg. I doubt she is unaware, but I’m not about to point it out either. Putting my hand on her lower back, I guide her out of my office and toward the kitchen. When we reach the entrance, Giulia turns right toward the stairs.

“Just give me five minutes to get dressed and I’ll be back down.” She smiles at me before kissing me. “You boys shouldn’t be able to get into too much trouble in that short amount of time.”

Turning away, she heads up the stairs, her pert ass bouncing with every step. I lightly slap her ass, a squeal escaping as she runs upstairs. Turning toward the kitchen, I see all three of my brothers grinning like fools with Salvador. He has murderous rage written all over his face, fists clenched at his sides.

“To what do I owe this visit?” I smirk, turning my back on him and retrieving a drink from the fridge.

“You know why I am here,” Salvador answers lowly. “You can either hand Giulia over or you can go to war with me.”

For long moments, no one speaks. I take the time to prepare myself a sandwich. I want to wait for Giulia to join us. Half of her plan has already worked. Salvador’s beside himself with rage and jealousy after being forced to listen to us fucking. But I’m sure she has more in store, and I have to admit I’m kind of curious to see it play out.

“What do you want with Giulia now?” Severu asks from the side. “Aren’t you tired of always having to settle for Alceu’s sloppy seconds?”

I glare at Severu, but he just smirks and winks at me. He is trying to force Salvador to share his plans with us.

“It doesn’t matter what I want with her,” Salvador replies with a smile. He doesn’t see my beautiful bride come down the stairs or enter the kitchen.

“I will make her my whore.” Salvador smiles maliciously. “Send her out as a prize for my men when they have pleased me. I will use her up and then throw her away.”

The sound of a slap is heard through the kitchen as Giulia rounds on Salvador. Her handprint blooms on his cheek as he turns back to face her.

“I would rather beg, on my fucking knees, for Alceu to place a bullet between my eyes before you will ever get your hands on me,” Giulia says.

Her voice is low and controlled. She is pissed beyond measure, but a calmness has swept over her. For the first time in my life, I fully understand why people fear me. She is strikingly beautiful in her eerie calmness, the threat of true violence just below the surface.

“I think you should leave, Sal,” I say nonchalantly. “You seem to have upset my wife again.”

“Does your wife hold your cock so tightly in her grasp that she makes the decisions for this family now?” Salvador tries to bait me.

Severu rounds the counter before positioning his gun against Salvador’s temple. “She doesn’t need to lead him by the cock. She has proved her worth to this family,” he says. “Should I shoot him now and bury him in your rose garden, Giulia?” He looks directly at her.

The mutual respect that my brothers and wife have come to share fills my black heart with glee. Giulia walks toward me, wrapping her arm around my back before speaking.

“No, thank you Severu.” She nods her appreciation before turning to Salvador. “You have invaded my home for the last time. I will not be threatened or made to cower. You have seven days to get your affairs in order. Turn your men over to Alceu and the Cammareri Family and leave the country. If you are still here when your time is up, know this. My husband, the Cammareri family, and all of its power and influence will hunt you down like the dog you are. There will be no war, and no innocent lives will be lost. But you will suffer.”

I take pride in my wife. She wears the crown well.