The Vatican: (Standalone) (The Holy Trinity Series Book 5)

by M. E. Clayton

  Francisco stepped in between my legs, leaned down, and placed a kiss on my bottom lip. When he pulled back, he said, “There’s nothing more important than being in bed with you, Fiore.” And I smiled at how he fell back into our habit of calling each other by our last names. Even though I was a Benetti now, there was a warm comfort in how he called me Fiore. But I also knew, moving forward, he’d be the only one able to ever call me that.

  “So, then why are you in here instead of in there?” My fingers reached for the band of his pajama pants. The man was commanding in a suit, and sexy in casual wear, but barefoot in just some pajama pants without a shirt…the man was a walking sex god.

  “I couldn’t sleep,” he admitted. “I didn’t want to wake you with my thinking, so I came in here to get some work done.” He smirked. “In case you haven’t noticed, there’s been this five-foot-two-inch brunette with mouth-watering curves who’s been dominating all my time these past few days.”

  I grinned. “I might have heard rumors.”

  His black eyes danced all around my face, and his brows drew down in deep seriousness. “God, I love you,” he rasped out, and he said it with so much emotion, the back of my eyes started to sting. “I feel like I’ve been waiting years to be able to say that to you, and now…now, it feels like I’ll never be able to say it enough.”

  “Francisco…”

  His large hands cupped my face and when his lips found mine, I knew this moment was different from what I needed earlier. I wrapped my hands around his wrists and held on as I kissed him back. He growled, and what started out as a tender declaration of love turned into a fiery explosion of passion.

  Francisco pushed everything behind me off his desk, laptop included, and his body crowded me until I was sprawled across his desk. He stood up and looking down at me, he shook his head. “I want to see your tits bouncing, but, fuck, baby, I really want to fuck you wearing my shirt.”

  “I have a better idea,” I told him, my voice so aroused, I barely recognized it.

  “Yeah?” he asked, a brow arched.

  I sat back up and placed my hands on his bare chest. Hopping off his desk, he let me push him back until he was seated in his chair again. I smirked because he looked like he was doing everything he could not to grab me and take over.

  I stood in front of him and slowly began to unbutton his shirt. However, instead of unbuttoning it all the way, I stopped halfway down, so he could get a good look at the swells of my breast, but the shirt was still on. Francisco groaned when I dropped to my knees, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.

  He quickly lifted his ass and pushed his pants down and over his thighs, his erection big, hard, and hot against his abs. I reached for it and when my fingers couldn’t meet, it was no wonder he’d ripped me in half. I was going to have to open my mouth wide to accommodate his size, and I wasn’t even going to pretend I’d be able to take him all the way down.

  “Fuck, baby…” he hissed out when I ran my tongue underneath from the base to the tip.

  I looked up through my lashes. “You like seeing me on my knees?”

  His grin was wicked and sexy as hell. “Yeah. I do, actually,” he admitted.

  I knew he would. I knew he would, and this was an exchange of power where I knelt before him, as an apology for all the times I challenged him in front of others. Now don’t get me wrong. I wanted to be here, and this was about pleasure too, but I knew me being on my knees before him would mean something big for him.

  I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, his hands sliding into my hair, and I worked what I could with my mouth and used my hands to stimulate what my mouth couldn’t accommodate. He let out a string of curses, and it only encouraged me to keep pushing him farther down my throat.

  “Baby…”

  I worked my tongue under the rough ridge underneath and created a suction I hoped mimicked what he needed. My body was ripped apart, and I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to take him again tonight, so I swallowed him in an effort to bring him to another type of pleasure. I had no doubt that, in our time together, we will end up exploring everything about each other, and I was looking forward to it. I was done having sex. I was ready to be consumed.

  “That’s it, Ria,” he moaned. “Suck that fat cock, baby. Show me how much you like my dick down your throat.”

  My mouth and hands began to work him frantically. I wanted to push him to the edge. I wanted him to remember how I had my mouth wrapped out his length every time he walked into this room. I wanted him to weaken even though I was the one on my knees.

  “I’m going to cum,” he warned. “If you don’t want it, stop now, Ria.”

  Fuck yeah, I wanted it. I swallowed him with a desperation that was making me wet. When that first spurt of cum hit my tongue, my eyes watered with the effort to take him all.

  “Fuck!” His grip on my hair was so tight, I considered it a win.

  I didn’t let up off his cock until he began to soften. When I pulled back, he was looking down at me with the same look as when he told me he loved me earlier.

  I stood up, and he reached up to undo the rest of the buttons of his shirt. He didn’t take it off, but he opened it just enough to display my breasts. Staring at my pussy, he asked, “Can you take my cock again?”

  “Yes,” I lied.

  Francisco stood up and let his pants fall all the way off. After he kicked them aside, he turned me around and bent me over the edge of his desk. I felt the heat from his body envelop me completely as he covered me and whispered in my ear, “I know you’re lying.”

  I shook my head. “I want you.”

  And then that’s when I felt it.

  He’d taken the wetness my body released from having his cock in my mouth and smeared it over my ass. I’d never had anal sex before, but I knew I wanted to with him.

  I wanted everything with him.

  “Are you going to let me in here?” he asked darkly.

  “Yes,” I answered with no hesitation.

  Three hours later, we finally fell asleep together.

  Chapter 18

  Francisco~

  The sun peeked through the curtains, but I’d already been up for a while. Saveria was still curled up next to me and I wanted to stay in bed with her for the rest of the day. But, sadly, I couldn’t.

  We couldn’t.

  As soon as I woke up this morning, I fired off a text to the adults letting them know Saveria was with me and that we’d like to meet with them later this evening. I knew it probably caused some more unnerving wariness for them, but they deserved it.

  I wasn’t stupid enough to believe that one night of sex and a declaration of love was going to undo all the emotions Ria’s been battling with these past few days. Whether they meant to or not, Ria genuinely felt betrayed by all of us, and that’s not something she was going to get over just because we were working our shit out.

  Last night had been, hands-down, the best night of my life. My wife came home to me, and she hadn’t rejected my love. Instead, like the queen she was, she had demanded that I prove it to her. Words weren’t going to be enough for her, so she demanded I put my money where my mouth was and show her the truth in my words.

  But in my quest to prove to her how much I loved her, she took me to a paradise I never imagined possible. Everything she surrendered last night had been another level of ecstasy I knew I’d only ever find with her. From eating her pussy, to ripping it open, to the way she swallowed my cock, to the way she whimpered and cried out as I sank every inch of my cock in her ass, it had all been more than I thought my heart could take.

  Letting out a sigh, and knowing that real life still needed to be lived, I eased out of her hold and went to take a shower. I let the hot water wash over me and my back still stung where the scratches hadn’t scabbed over yet. I didn’t mind, though. They were a nice reminder that last night hadn’t been a dream.

  Or a nightmare.

  I couldn’t imagine anything worse than waki
ng up to find out last night had not been real. If that wasn’t the definition of a nightmare, I didn’t know what was.

  When I was done, I padded back into the bedroom and the clock on the nightstand told me it was a little past eight in the morning. I got dressed as quietly as possible and headed back to my office. I spent an hour going over all my finances and making a list of accounts Aunt Frankie was going to have to put Ria on. As per tradition, Ria wouldn’t have any access to the Benetti Family wealth, but she’d have complete access to my own personal wealth, which was quite substantial, not that Ria needed my money. She worked for Uncle Sal; she had her own money.

  Walking back into the bedroom, Saveria was still sprawled out on the bed, the sheet riding low on her back. I sat down on the bed and ran my hand up and down her back. “Baby?”

  She moaned and shifted against the sheet, hugging her pillow closer. “Hmm…”

  “Baby?”

  “What?” she mumbled.

  “Are you hungry?”

  “No. I’m sleepy.”

  I chuckled. “Ria, you need to get up. It’s past nine, and we’ve got shit to do.”

  She finally rolled on her side and peered up at me. “What shit do we have to do?” she grumbled. “We’re on our honeymoon.”

  I laughed. “Our honeymoon?”

  “Technically,” she replied, her voice stronger, more awake.

  “We need to move your shit over here and, considering the size of your apartment, it’s going to take most of the day.”

  She yawned and then rolled her neck to work out her kinks. “It shouldn’t take that long,” she countered. “The furniture can stay. It’s not like I’m attached to it. I just really need to pack my personal stuff.”

  “Even so, we still have to go over our financial accounts, our wills, and all that shit,” I pointed out.

  Her eyes bugged. “And we need to do all that today?”

  My hand ran over her hip. She looked delicious wearing only the sheet. “Come on, Fiore,” I drawled out. “You’re my wife now. Considering the lives we live, we need the legalities done sooner rather than later.”

  She eyed me, and then grimaced. “My entire body hurts, Benetti. I can barely move, and you’ve put in an entire day’s work for me. What kind of husband are you?”

  I reached over and slapped her ass. “That kind.”

  Ria laughed. “You asshole! That hurts!”

  “Do you need me to kiss it and make it better?” I teased, hoping she’d say yes, but knowing she wouldn’t.

  “You kissing me is what put me in this sorry state to begin with, so…uh, no,” she sassed back.

  “Well, it’s either you get up, take a shower, eat breakfast and get this shit started, or I’m going to undress and get back into bed,” I warned her. “I have it on good authority that I’m on my honeymoon.”

  Ria gathered the sheet to her chest and sat up. I didn’t miss the wince, and the marks I could see were already turning ugly and dark in color. I had no doubt she was sore from head to toe.

  But I’d do it all over again.

  “Can I ask you something, Benetti?”

  I leveled her with a look. “Don’t do that, Fiore.” Her brow shot up. “Don’t start asking me for permission for shit.” I shook my head. “I don’t like it. If you have something to say or ask, then just do it.”

  “I thought that’s how this thing was supposed to work?” she replied haughtily, the fun over.

  My heart dropped in my chest and I realized I must not have done what I set out to do last night if she still believed this was an arrangement where she’d been given to the future Benetti Mob Boss.

  I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.

  “How many times do I have to say it?’

  She cocked her head. “Say what?”

  “That I fucking love you?” I clarified. “That I’ve been in love with you for fucking years, Luca. Since I was like thirteen or some shit.”

  Anger erased sleepiness. “Because you weren’t given a choice,” she spat back. “They brainwashed you when you were twelve and you just went along with it, because…well, why the fuck wouldn’t you? I was just another piece of the story you were destined to live out.”

  My head reared back.

  Did she really believe that shit?

  “You’ve got it all wrong,” I told her.

  Her hands tightened around the sheet covering her breasts. “Oh, do I?”

  “Yes, I was told you were going to be mine, but no one ever told me I had to fall in love with you, Luca,” I snapped. “That happened on its own. And don’t pretend like you don’t know there are a shitload of men in the organization who have wives and mistresses. I could have easily married you, impregnated you, and went about my life with someone else who I might have come to care for.” Her lip curled, and her jealous gave me hope. “But it’s you. It’s always been you. I’ve loved you damn near my entire life and, even if you don’t believe me or love me back, do not dismiss my words as lies just because you’re angry. I’m not a fucking liar.”

  Her shoulders dropped, and she seemed to relax. Then she asked the one question I thought would be the one thing to finally make me put a bullet through my head. “So…you’re okay if I never love you back?”

  The words felt like acid eating up my insides, but they were the truth. “Luca, as long as you remain faithful, respectful, and loyal to me…we’ll get along fine.”

  “That easy, huh?” she whispered.

  I nodded “It really is that easy,” I replied before standing up. This conversation took a dark turn and I didn’t trust myself not to demand that she love me back. If I had to deal with just having pieces of her, then that’s what I’ll have to do. I couldn’t force her to love me, but I could treat her well enough that she will never want to leave me.

  Her question forgotten, I said, “Go take your shower. I’ll make breakfast.”

  She looked up at me, her eyes calm. “I need to send out a text to everyone apologizing,” she said. “I know your dad said we should always apologize in person, but there’s just too many of us for me to do that. So…just let me do that first, okay?”

  I almost threw something across the room. “I already told you. You don’t have to ask me for permission to do shit, Luca.” I was barely hanging on by a thread. Couldn’t she see that? “Do whatever you want, however the fuck you want to do it,” I spat. “As long as you are being safe, that’s all that matters.”

  I needed to get out of here, but before I could clear the door, she called out to me, “Benetti.” I steeled myself but turned to face her. Her voice was clear and steady as she said, “When I asked you if I could ask you a question earlier, it had just been a figure of speech.” She lifted her chin. “I hadn’t been asking permission.”

  God help me, I almost smiled.

  Her spirit never ceased to amaze me, and it was one of the things I loved best about her. And I knew standing back and letting her be the badass she was would in no way take away from my position in our family. Years ago, I heard someone say that my father might be the head of the Benetti Family, but my mother was the blood that fueled the brain inside.

  Looking at Saveria, I understood the meaning more clearly now.

  “We’re going to have to have a serious talk soon, Fiore,” I replied.

  She gave me a terse nod. “I know, Benetti.”

  I walked out and let her get herself together. Five minutes later, I heard a scream that curdled my blood. I raced back into the bedroom, my gun drawn, but it was empty. Running towards the bathroom, I slammed the door open and Ria was sitting on the toilet, her hands gripping her hair.

  My gun on the counter, I dropped in front of her. “Luca?”

  She looked up at me, her wet eyes alive with fire. “I’m going to kill you,” she seethed, not caring that I was witnessing her in one of her most intimate moments.

  Okay.

  I wasn’t too proud to admit I was a little lost here.


  “Baby-”

  “Do not call me that right now,” she hissed. “I can’t fucking move, Benetti!” I just stared at her blindly. “I just went pee and my entire lower half feels like it’s on fire, you asshole!”

  I started laughing.

  I know.

  I know.

  Not the best reaction, but she stowed away her homicidal tendencies after I ran her a hot bubble bath and took care of her.

  Life was never going to be dull with her.

  Chapter 19

  Saveria~

  Whoever said getting fucked all night long by a stallion was every girl’s dream was a fucking idiot.

  It was a fucking nightmare.

  Well, I suppose, to be fair, it hadn’t become a nightmare until I went pee this morning, but my entire body felt like it’d been hit by a truck.

  And the worst part?

  Every time I looked at the sexy sonofabitch, I wanted him to do it all over again.

  After sending all the kids a text telling them I was sorry, the few who hadn’t sent me back middle finger emojis had helped move me to Francisco’s penthouse. And it was everything I could do not to murder my husband whenever someone asked me what was wrong with me because I was moving like an old lady.

  Francisco just laughed.

  The bastard.

  Once I was moved into Francisco’s, he had informed me that we had a meeting with the adults this afternoon, and schedules had been rearranged for it, so it was a must. I didn’t mind, though. It was something that needed to be done.

  So, now, we were making our way through the lobby of Kratos, heading towards the elevators. Our guards remained on the lobby floor as the elevator doors shut. Once inside, Francisco used his identification scan to lead us up to the top floor.

  He looked down at me. “Nervous?”

  I glanced up, one brow arched. “Not in the least,” I replied coolly. He chuckled but didn’t comment further.

  Once we exited the elevator, we acknowledge Luca’s guards and Francisco used his palm to get us inside the foyer. But once inside the foyer, he stopped me. I looked up at him and the silly thought crossed my mind that I might end up developing a kink in my neck from looked up at him all the time. Francisco was almost an entire foot taller than me and it was annoying now that I was stuck with him for life.