by C. M. Steele
Mariana’s breathtakingly gorgeous. Her long white dress fits her figure almost like it’s one with her body. It’s simple but elegant, and there’s something in the way she moves that adds to its beauty. They finally reach me, but I pay my uncle no mind because my eyes are focused on my beloved Mariana.
“Angel face, you look incredible,” I breathe out, taking her hand in mine before we turn to face Father Falcone. She releases her breath and smiles.
The ceremony is over in a blur as I look at my wife, grinning like a fool. I slip my arm around her waist, pulling her to me as I share our first kiss with Mrs. Nero Bianchi. It takes a tap on my shoulder to finally stop, and then I notice that it’s raining, pouring down on us. Everyone runs to take shelter, but I shrug and kiss my wife until we’re panting for air.
“Let me get you out of the rain.” I cradle my love and make a mad dash out of the downpour.
Mariana laughs as I carry her through the house and upstairs to the room I usually stay in when I spend the night. As soon as the door closes, she giggles and says, “Talk about a kiss getting me all wet.”
“I bet it’s not the rain between your legs. I’ll make sure of it.” With a growl, I pounce on Mariana like a wild tiger ready to strike. I grab the back of the dress and tear it to shreds. Fuck, she wasn’t wearing a bra, so she stands in front of me with the tiniest of white lace panties and a pair of kitten heels.
“Luckily, Aria suggested a second gown because there was a chance of a storm.”
“Yes, the storm ruined it. I’ll stick with that story,” I grunt, lifting her off her feet and lay her on the bed. Standing, I undress and watch Mariana’s eyes focus on my ripped abs down to my rock-hard cock. Climbing onto the bed, I yank her legs apart. “I want to see how soaked you really are.”
Slowly, I kiss her lips and slither my way down her licking and biting my wife. I run my fingers over the wet lace, teasing her mound as she tenses and shivers. Her need only drives me more insane. Her pussy’s soaked and my tongue laps up her juices. “So fucking wet.”
Mariana moans and rocks her hips, rubbing her sweet slit in my face. “Only for you.”
“That’s right, my wife.” Pumping two fingers into her heat, I curl and flex each one to find her perfect spot until she comes undone. Her cries are only muffled by the pillow she brings to her face.
As I position myself between her thighs, I taste her lips and slam into her warmth in one fluid motion. We rock and grind, kissing wildly as sweat beads down my spine. I hold out until I take my angel face with me, watching her close her eyes and ride the wave. The roar that rips through my throat as I fill her with every last drop of cum could shake the roof. I’m sure there isn’t a soul in this house who didn’t hear me.
I pull out and lay on my side, staring at my beloved. “I live for you, Mariana.”
“I’m always yours, Nero.” Damn right she is. And if anyone tries to take her from me, I’ll destroy them. My temper builds just considering the possibility, so I hold her close for a little longer when she shouts. “We have guests waiting for us.” She sprints out of the bed, her round ass and perky big breasts jiggling, so I watch the show right in front of me with my hands behind my head. I love this woman.
We’re over an hour late to our own wedding reception, but I don’t think a soul minded. And I don’t give two fucks if they do. I’m happier than hell, forever with my Mariana at my side.
Epilogue
Nero
It's three months into our marriage, and I can't get enough of Mariana. She eases the stress of the day. Even though eighty percent of the organization is clean, it's hard work keeping it that way. I spend half my days in my offices at work, and the rest cleaning up little hiccups with the investment firm we operate.
Most of Mariana’s time is spent with the girls and the babies. The library is her baby, and she’s started to donate books as charity work that Aria assists with. However, most of her time is spent on her artwork. Aria’s even gotten Mariana to start drawing simple designs, and my woman is taking to it like a fish to water.
Most nights I get home late, and she heats up my dinner, sitting with me as I eat, and we talk about everything and anything. At least that's how it starts off, but by the end of the meal, I have her sprawled out, thanking her for the delicious food. With a little one on the way, it’s gonna be hard to get my dessert before she’s in bed, but I can’t wait.
It’s almost Christmas time, and I’m trying to find the best gift for my wife. I’m not sure what she wants because my angel face has everything and doesn’t want anything.
I’m tying my tie, preparing for a long day of business keeping me away from my woman.
“The library,” I mutter, thinking of something surrounding that for the holiday.
“What about the library?”
“Nothing, just thinking about your favorite hiding spot,” I lie. I want to surprise her with something special, but I have no other ideas.
“Hey, I can’t help that I fall asleep reading. The books are good, but the settee in there is so comfortable I just relax.”
“I love that you rest whenever you feel like it.”
“So what’s up with the library?”
“I think it needs a renovation.” I toss the idea out there to get some feelers, but the look on her face makes me fucking laugh. After she stops appearing shocked, she’s practically snarling at me.
“What! No. Do not touch my library, or I’ll bite you.”
“Do you promise?”
“On your nuts.” Well, fuck. Time to retreat.
“Never mind. I’ll leave it alone. So what’s going on for today?”
“I have a doctor’s appointment.”
I look at her in surprise. “What? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I did, but you said you had a big errand to do for Dom, so I didn’t remind you again.”
“Shit. You’re right. Can’t you reschedule?” I hate that I have to do that to her, but hell if I want to miss anything to do with my wife and baby. She’s my fucking queen and seeing our life growing inside of her thrills the fuck out of me.
“Do you really want to go?” It’s of course my favorite thing to do next to being inside of her. Seeing our little one is one hell of a joy for me. I finally understand what Dom feels for his baby boy, Luca.
“Yes. Of course I do. I want to see our little bambino.”
“Okay. If I can get it tomorrow, will that work?”
“Sure. I’ll make sure to let Dom and everyone know that my beautiful wife and I need to go to the doctor.”
“I love you, crazy man.”
“I’m your crazy man.”
“Damn right. So I’m guessing your phone is staying here?”
“Yes.” She’s grown accustomed to days when I have to leave and fuck someone up. When I get home, she makes me ice packs for my knuckles and then she gives me one hell of a massage and a blow job any man would kill for. I’m starting to think she gets off on the dark side of me. Well, if that’s the case, I’ll keep up the good work.
“So before you go, can I have a kiss?”
“Always. I’m never leaving without a taste of your lips.” I love having a taste of her any which way I can. My body craves her all the fucking time, even when we’re going at it like fucking bunnies.
“I woke up really horny this morning.” The confession shoots through me like straight electricity, stiffening my cock almost instantly. Her honeyed cunt must be drenched with need, waiting for me to eat it up. I tug on my tie and undo my cuffs.
“I’m sorry, baby. Do you need me to take care of you before I go?” Her eyes brighten up while she nods. “How do you want it? Do you want me to eat your pussy? Fuck you deep and hard, or slow and gentle?”
“Do you have time?”
“I always have time to please my wife.” She grabs the edge of her nightgown and lifts it over her head.
“Any way you give it to me, I’ll be happy.”
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�That’s what I want to hear. On all fours, angel face. I want you to feel it deep and slow, but first I want you to ride my face.” I take off my shirt and pants, climbing onto our bed. “Bring your pussy to me.” She straddles my face and I go right at her mound, licking her wetness, knowing with how heated she is that she’s gonna come twice for me before I’m done with her.
She pumps her ass in my face, giving me a mouthful of her kitty. I eat the fuck out of her slit, licking and sucking on her nub until she’s crying out my name. I’ll never get enough of hearing her lose control and shout my name.
I tap her ass and lift her off me before jumping off the bed. She’s in position with her sexy ass in the air because she’s about to get mounted like a motherfucker. My cock throbs painfully in my boxers, and I need to bring us both to an explosive orgasm.
“That’s it, angel face, play with those sensitive nipples while I get ready to make you cream again.”
“Yes, Nero.” I test her pussy, which is still fucking drenched. She lives in an insane state of perpetual arousal. Even my dick gets tired, but her pussy needs a pounding at least three times a day.
I kneel on the bed and tease her cunt from behind, dipping my finger in enough of her honey to play with her tight asshole. Running my tip down her lips, I coat it before sliding into her depths while my finger works her little ring. Leaning forward, I pump my dick in and out. “Fuck, Nero.”
“Tell me—is it too much, or do you need more,” I whisper along her spine.
“More,” she says with a shuddering moan.
“That’s right. You need to be under my control, don’t you? Do I need to bring out the cuffs, my dirty little prisoner?” Since we’ve been married, I learned my wife has a very kinky side. She almost ached for me to take her that first day as punishment for seeing what she shouldn’t have.
“No. I promise to be good,” she pants, but I can feel the smile spread along her face.
“Liar,” I growl in her ear, gripping her throat as I fuck her in a staccato rhythm, driving in hard and pulling out slow, repeating it until her walls flex, clenching around my thickness. I never hurt her, but she loves it rough.
“I promise.”
“Tell me you’re gonna do what I tell you.”
“Always.”
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me nut in you. You want that. You want my cum deep in your womb, claiming it for my own, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir. Come inside of me.”
“I should come in your pretty ass for your little lies, but I don’t have time to prepare you. Maybe I should lock you in this room so you’ll behave.”
“I’ll behave. Please. Oh, fuck, Nero. I love you,” she cries out, coming on my length.
I let out a roar and then grunt as I shoot my load. Tipping her chin, I tilt her head and kiss her lips. “I love you, my wife, my heart and soul, and my captive for the rest of our days.” Keeping our bodies pressed firmly against each other, I hug her from behind as I rest on my heels.
“I can’t wait for you to come home, and you haven’t even left.”
“I’ll send Aria and Gloria over.”
“Yay. Okay. You can go now.”
“Keep it up, and I might tie your ass up to make sure you are really needy for me when I get home.” I kiss her and slide out of her depths, turning her to lie on her back and relax as I hurry and wash my ass before she stops me again. God, I’m loving life.
Epilogue
Mariana
Ten years later…
Not much has changed since I’ve become Mrs. Nero Bianchi, except that we have a whole army of boys: seven little men who are eager to run and roughhouse all day. This is the last pregnancy for me. I’ve already told Nero that. I don’t even care if I have a girl or not, because we’re not trying again. Nope. I will fuck that man all day and night, but one of us is getting fixed. My business can’t handle another one of these little ones popping out.
I’m in the middle of cleaning up the house before we head out for the day.
“Mama, are we playing in Zia Aria’s pool today?” my oldest asks. Our pool is being fixed after the motor broke, leaving the pool a disgusting mess in a matter of a day. Of course, we have limited warm days in Chicago, so it sucks when things like this happen. Luckily, Aria and Dom live down the road, so we can take advantage of these blisteringly hot days.
“Yes. I’ve packed your things. We’re going to have a barbeque there.”
“Ooh. Does that mean you’re going to be making that sweet salad?”
“It’s already made, Junior. You know your father.” All of my boys take after him and have a sweet tooth that almost seems endless, although they understand that they have to eat all their vegetables first. Thankfully, they love them too.
I look at my oldest and see his daddy in him so much. Signora Bianchi showed me pictures of a young Nero, and Junior looks just like him, lanky and dark from playing in the sun.
“There you are. I’ve loaded the vehicle. Are we ready?” Nero says, taking my hand and pulling me into his arms for a sweeping kiss.
Once he finally releases me, I answer, “Where are the rest of the boys?”
“In the car. Tony’s already taken half our little army over there. I’m just waiting for you two.” I continue to pack the last of the stuff we need. I go to carry it and Nero scowls, snatching it off the counter before I can lift up.
“How come I was the last to know about the trip?” Junior huffs, crossing his arms. Being the oldest, he wants to be the lead and in the know on everything.
“Because you were busy sleeping in the library, just like your mama. Now come on, I have your swim trunks packed.” Nero bends his finger, wagging it as he summons me to his side. His hand slips under my long swimming cover-up, opening it just partially. His eyes rake up and down my body, sending shivers through me. “Now—you are so damn beautiful, and you’re lucky that it’s gonna be just our family because that swimsuit could end a lot of men’s lives today.”
“You’re nuts. I’ve gained weight again, and my belly is starting to show. It looks like I’ve had too much pasta.”
“You’ll always be sexy to me, and I will always be a possessive man, hoping you never escape.”
“Just wait. I’ll get out of this house when you’re not around.” I do it almost on a daily basis, but I’d never want to leave my love. Nero’s everything to me. I live for him and our boys.
He chuckles and shakes his head, holding the front door open for me.
“Come on. The last one to the car has to help Daddy unload it.” Junior doesn’t rush to our vehicle. Instead, he holds the door open for me to climb in first. I nod and give him a kiss on his cheek.
Nero leans in and whispers to our son, “Such a good man.” He smiles up at his papa and waits until I’m inside before getting into his side. I’ve raised gentlemen—dangerous gentlemen.
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C.M. Steele’s Book List:
Best Friends Series:
Always You
His Dirty Secret
Sleep Tight
A Best Friends Duet:
Picture Perfect
Instant Obsession
Bianchi Crime Family:
Married to the Mob
Captured by the Mob
Owned by the Mob
The Captive Series:
Luciano’s Willing Captive
The Russian's Captive
Sergei's Stubborn Captive
The Caught Series:
Caught In A Case
Caught Off Guard
Caught in A Lie
Caught Crossing the Line
Caught Breaking the Law
Caught Red Handed
Cavanaugh Security Series:
Protecting Macy
Securing Blake
The Cline Brothers of Colorado:
Whatever it Takes
Taking Whatever he Wants
Finding Paradise
Dark Hearts Series:
Intense
The Falling Series:
Falling for the Boss
Falling for the Enemy
Falling Hard
Family & Friends:
Wanting it All
Chasing his Sunshine
Lassoing His Cowgirl
Ben's Resolve
Gimme Series:
Sugar
Luck
Rain
Cream
Heat
The James Family:
No Choice
No Way Out
No More Waiting
The Kane Family:
His Christmas Rose
Her Christmas Surprise
His Candy Kane
Christmas in July
Keepsakes:
Keeping Blossom
Keep in Mind
The Lamian Wars:
Bound
Reveal
Release
All Hallows Eve
Love Bites Series:
Love Bites
Once Bitten
The Middleton Hotels:
Built for Me
Built to Last
Built Strong
Built Over Time
Built Overnight
Nothing but Trouble Series:
Taking the Bait
Taking the Mafia Princess
The O'Connell Family:
Claiming Red
Burning for Claire
Claiming Abby
Reminding Red
Obsessed Alpha Series:
Stone
Cole
Graham
Theo
Maddox
