A sudden desire to make Marzia come overtakes me. I want to see her face contorted with pleasure, hear her gasping my name as I bring her to an orgasm that crashes over her.
I take my cock out. It's already hard, begging to be sucked by her as I wipe the precum off on her lips.
My wife moans out loud, so very eager for me to treat her like a little slut.
"You want to suck?" I ask, my voice gentle. "You want to eat my dick?"
"Yes," she whispers. "Yes, please, Adrian!"
I pull off her blindfold. Her pupils dilate as they get used to the darkness in the room before zeroing in on me. Her breathing is labored and speeds up even more as she stares into my eyes.
"First, I have something for you," I smirk, zipping up as I hand her the velvet jewelry box. "Open it."
Her fingers shake as she opens the box. A small gasp escapes Marzia's lips when she sees what's inside.
"It's your nonna and nonno's wedding bands - well, part of them. I had a collar made from the gold."
She takes out the collar and hands it to me.
There's a certain level of respect in her doing this and it makes my cock fucking hard to see her adapt to the submissive role so seamlessly. I take the collar from her. It's very thin but clearly marks my ownership. I lock it into place around her neck. "Don't take it off," I tell her with a grin. "I always want you to be reminded who captured you, and who's going to keep you for the rest of your life."
She rises from the ground. Tears falling down her cheeks, face flushed - she's never look more beautiful.
I kiss her deeply then, picking her up, and carrying her over to the bed. She lays back and I admire her with my heavy gaze, drinking in every inch of her skin that's only exposed for my pleasure.
My childish vendetta has finally ended. I don't need to chase my enemies anymore ‒ they're all fucking dead. And I got the greatest prize out of it all ‒ my beautiful wife, and the child we have on the way together.
I stare at Marzia with lustful eyes as she parts her legs for me. Her confidence is growing. Not only is she a successful businesswoman now, she also paints and draws in her free time. As well as getting better and better at it. I couldn't be more proud of her and I know there's a lifetime of our dreams coming true, ahead of us.
"I need to have you right the fuck now," I mutter. My clothes come off and my naked body covers hers, pressing her down urgently into the bed as my lips explore hers. She feels like a safe haven, like my dreamwoman come to life. And I can't fucking wait to show her that being my property means she'll get as much pain as I want her to have... and she'll start to crave it. Want it. Need it.
"Thank you for my beautiful gift," she finally whispers, her voice overcome with emotion. "The collar matches the piercings..."
I smirk. "Maybe one day, we can add another one on your pretty little clit."
She gasps as I enter her. My cock fills her in an instant, eliciting a slew of moans from her slightly parted lips.
I know just how to make her submit to me. Marzia knows how to please me. Every word, every gasp that leaves her lips is like music to my ears, and I bend her to my will to my content.
We've fucked before and we've made love before, but tonight is like a mix of both. I ravenously attack her body, unable to get enough as I gorge myself on everything my sweet wife has to offer me. I slow down when she's afraid and speed up, coming to a frustrating stop right before she can feel the relief of a release washing over her.
I'm getting too close for comfort, knowing I won't be able to hold back for long. But I need her, need this, and I don't want to stop…not yet, not before I've brought her to the very brink of madness...
My cock drives into her sweet haven again and again, she moans my name as I thrust inside her, deepening our connection with each push of my powerful hips. Her words become mangled, tangling up, and then she starts crying.
I hold her in my arms, gently kissing the tears away from her cheeks. She's taught me I can be this man ‒the one that stands by her side making sure everything is okay ‒ even in the heat of the moment.
"Do you want me to stop?" I whisper in her ear. "Enough?"
"No," she admits through the crying. "Not enough, keep going, we need to come together, you have to let me come."
I hold her in my arms and continue pumping inside her, knowing I'm getting so fucking close I soon won't be able to hold back anymore. My dick grows inside her, getting bigger, angrier, needier to fill her with my seed. I know I'll never get enough of this. I'll keep filling her, giving her my children until her body can't take it anymore. Our vendetta was born out of a hatred between our families, but this is the only way we can make it right…by strengthening the bond between us.
"Marzia, I'm going to come," I grunt in her ear.
"No," she begs. "Not yet, please, I want more, I don't want you to stop..."
I fucking growl at the sound of her words. I'm so damn eager to fill her, but her soft pleas are making me slow down so I can enjoy this, prolong the fucking torture. "You love this, don't you?" I whisper in the shell of her ear. "You love being tortured like this, you love being my unwilling little toy."
"Not unwilling…" She moans. "Can't be unwilling when I'm begging you to do it to me..."
Her words make my cock swell, making it even harder to not lose it and just fill her pussy up. But I force myself to slow down, to pump inside her with slower thrusts, to prolong the moment before I'm going to inevitably, spill my entire load inside her.
Her belly is already swollen with my son growing inside her ‒ I know it's a son, even though we haven't checked the sex ‒ and I can't wait to give her many more children.
We both slow down, our breaths becoming one as I slowly thrust in and out of her. The world outside is dark but there's a light here, a warmth between us that spreads from the spot where I'm fucking her all over us. Maybe it's love. Maybe it's the culmination of every feeling I've had for Marzia Da Costan ‒ ow Da Costa Bernardi ‒ over the long years I've dreamt of this moment. Of holding her in my arms— making her mine.
I speed up again. I was merciful before, but now it's time for some more torture.
In moments, Marzia is a mess of pleases and yeses, and I keep fucking her, harder with each punishing thrust. I can't help myself…I want to fucking hurt her, not because her fear turns me on, but because she wants this as eagerly as I do...
"You can't come yet," I tell her through gritted teeth. "But I can."
She wails in protest just as I erupt inside her. My cum drips out of her pussy and I pull out, using my fingers to scoop up the dripping seed and feeding it to her.
"Again," I finally growl as she starts to whimper. I'm inside her again. It's not enough. It will never be enough. I need to make her mine until the world knows whom she fucking belongs to.
One day, I will put my name on her. A tattoo, something that can never fade… just like our love.
"Please, Adrian, don't keep it from me," she whimpers. "Let me fucking come, I can't take it anymore, let me have it, please Adrian, let me have it!"
I smirk against her lips before swallowing up her protests with a deep kiss. "Don't argue. Just suffer."
She wails and I fucking love it. This kind of psychological torture, of preventing her from having the orgasm she's so desperate for, has got me harder than ever. I don't need to hurt her physically. Why would I, when I can fuck with her mind instead? It's so much more delicious to see her suffer this way.
"Keep going," she pants the words out. "Keep fucking me, I don't want to stop. Don't let me come."
"Oh, you've come around," I hiss, my cock growing bigger inside her again. My balls feel so fucking heavy despite the fact that I've already come inside her once. I'm never going to get enough of her, not in a fucking lifetime. "Then do it, bambina... fucking come on my cock, come for me, show me what's mine."
She shrieks her release. I'm sure the entire mansion knows what we're up to in here and yet I couldn't give two f
lying fucks about it. She's mine. All of her belongs to me. And I'm never going to stop proving it to her.
I pump her full again as the force of her held-back orgasm rocks Marzia to her core. She lies on her back, gasping for breath as I pull her against me. My cock is dripping, her pussy is too, and I don't give a shit about any of that. All I want is her. This moment, when she's in my arms, so I can inhale her sweet floral scent and imagine a lifetime together with her.
"I love you, Marzia Da Costa Bernardi," I find myself saying.
"You do?" She looks deep into my eyes. "You've never said that before."
"No, I haven't." I shake my head. "To anyone. But I mean it. I love you."
She covers her lips with mine, the words so soft they're meant only for us, "I love you too."
Our son is born two weeks late.
I tease Marzia that he's lazy, but as I hold my baby Bruno in my arms, I know he's every bit as perfect as we all imagined him being. He's beautiful, sweet as he opens his eyes and looks into mine the moment he's born.
Mother and baby are happy and healthy, so we're able to return to the Mansion soon enough. A month later, I make Marzia take another pregnancy test.
"Are you kidding me?" She laughs. "There's no way, I'm already pregnant again."
"Not for lack of trying." I smirk. She's recovered from childbirth perfectly and I am eager to get her pregnant again.
"Fine, I'll take it. Only because you're so excited." She disappears into the bathroom.
I wait the five minutes, even though I already know the answer she's going to give me the moment the door opens.
"I can't believe it," she whispers, holding the test in her hand.
"I told you so."
"But... how?" She can't help but smiling as she embraces me.
"I had to claim that pussy once again," I whisper in her ear, making her giggle. "I'm so fucking happy, Marzia. You've made me happier than I ever thought imaginable. I almost feel like I don't deserve this. You."
"Sometimes, I feel the same way," she whispers. "If you hadn't... done what you'd done, we wouldn't have Bruno. I'd be Vitto's wife now."
"There's no fucking way I was going to let you marry that cazzo," I hiss. "Not after all the bullshit he'd pulled on us."
"I don't think anyone could stop you." Marzia smiles affectionately. "You were always so determined to end up with me, weren't you?"
"Who else?" I ask her. "From that first day in the docks when we made that promise, I knew you were the one for me."
"But we were only children, Adrian."
"Doesn't matter." I shrug. "I knew then you were meant for me. I never felt a purpose in my life, Marzia, not until I met you. I thought I was getting in the way and that no one cared for me. But you changed everything. You were the first person I wanted to know... to be with you... to love you. I wanted your approval. Your opinion of me means fucking everything."
"You're sweet," she whispers, kissing me again. "You mean everything to me, too."
My fingertips glide along the thin gold of her collar. She's done as I've asked and hasn't taken it off once. I love seeing her in it, seeing people compliment her jewelry without even knowing what it stands for. That is just our little secret, hidden from the rest of the world.
Now that I'm out of the mafia world, I also know Marzia won't be hurt by the enemies that could be made in the future. We're safe here, bringing the tradition of her family and the new rules of mine together in the distillery. Grappa business is booming and we're slowly reclaiming the Da Costa family throne in the industry that Marzia's nonna had spent a lifetime building.
My past may be dark, but my future is only lightness. In her, I've found so much more than just my wife. She's my companion, my lover, the mother of my children, and my property. She's a dream come true.
And I'm going to keep chasing her... even though I already leashed her pretty little throat and made her submit to me. But I love the sweet little fights she puts up, the playfulness, the way she lets herself truly be who she is deep down. But only with me. Only for me. Because I'm the love of her life and she's the love of mine, and I'm never letting go.
As I touch my fingertips to our son's face, I wonder how many children Marzia and I will have. My hope is that we have a whole brood, one like the family I grew up in. Bruno Bernardi may not have been my biological father, but he was a father in every sense of the word, showing me in the end… my happiness was what mattered most to him all along.
I hope I've made him proud. I know all my dreams have come true, and I can only hope I've given Bruno everything he's always dreamed of for me as well.
While Marzia seemed like an unlikely choice for a wife, I did everything in my power to make her mine.
I hold her in my arms along with my son, kissing the top of her head. "I hope this next one is a little girl," I whisper in the shell of her ear.
She smiles up at me. "Want to know a secret?"
"Yes."
"Well..."She flushes. "I know the doctor's appointment isn't until next week, but I have a feeling it's going to be twins."
"Really? How do you know?"
"You had a feeling Bruno would be a boy, didn't you?"
"Yes, but—"
"Trust me…" She winks. "A mother knows..."
As I kiss her forehead again, I realize it doesn't even matter.
I already have everything I've ever dreamed of.
Epilogue
Ryder
She wasn't meant to be mine, but I played my cards just right, making sure Nicoletta Carlucci fell right into my lap.
I haven't seen her since she left Father's house when he broke off her engagement to Adrian. This is our first meeting since then, and it will decide everything.
Not that I have a choice.
What Father says goes. Just because he has a soft spot for Adrian and Marzia doesn't mean he's going to go easy on me, too. In fact, he's been pretty fucking adamant about the fact that I'm not allowed to fuck this up.
This is our last chance to make things right with Carlucci. After one failed wedding attempt, Gustavo has every right to be pissed, and as I watch him walk up to the Estate with his stunning daughter in tow, I know it's up to me to deliver on the promises my father has made to this rich, influential bastard.
I was never going to marry for love anyway. I'm not one of those sentimental fucking pansies that cry at the sight of a sunset. I fuck women because I can, and I hurt them because they let me, and I goddamn want to. I've had my fair share of pussy, but none like Nicoletta Carlucci.
I drink her in as she walks into the grand hall. From the moment I first saw her, Nicoletta commanded my attention. With her ice blonde hair and those striking blue eyes, I knew she was a woman that not only turned heads, but changed lives too. She's sure as fuck going to change mine.
"Hello," I greet her with a cool smile. "Nice to see you again."
A pretty, rose-colored flush creeps into her cheeks almost instantly. "It's nice to see you, too."
"Missed me?" I smirk.
"I don't think that's a-appropriate," Nicoletta struggles with a reply, blushing an even deeper shade of pink.
She's embarrassed…good. She fucking should be.
"Hello, young man," Gustavo greets me with a nod. "Everything is well, I hope? Where is your father?"
"Unfortunately, he's not feeling well today," I say. "He sends his apologies, but he's under strict doctor's orders to stay in bed today. But I'll show you to your quarters now. Are you going to be staying with us, Signore?"
Gustavo eyes me uncertainly, grumbling, "Well, I wasn't sure. But I suppose with the wedding coming up so soon, there's no reason for me to be the third wheel around here. Just promise me you won't disrespect me, Ryder."
"Of course not," I reply firmly. "I respect both you and your daughter too much to do that." The lie slips easily from my lips.
Nicoletta beams at me.
I don't feel a single pang of guilt for doing this to her.
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br /> She and Gustavo deserve what they have coming.
"I'll say my goodbyes, then," Gustavo mutters as his daughter faces him.
I watch them interact with a curiosity. I don't quite understand my new fiancée's relationship with her father. She seems, on one hand, utterly devoted to doing whatever the fuck he wants her to do, and on another, eager to get away from him. Whether it's because she's afraid or because she's lying to him as well ‒ I don't know yet ‒ but I fully intend on finding out both their secrets.
"Goodbye, papa," Nicoletta whispers, embracing her father.
He stiffly returns a pat on the back and pulls away. "I'll see you soon." He nods. "Don't forget to call me sometimes. I lead a lonely life at the Villa. Don't forget your old papa now that he's found you a husband."
"Of course not." Nicoletta smiles, daintily waving as Gustavo retreats to his car.
A moment later, the limousine that brought them both here is leaving, and it's just me and Nicoletta now, with so many unspoken things between us the air itself seems to be heavy with anticipation.
"While the maids prepare your rooms and take your luggage up, I thought we could take a stroll through the gardens," I suggest. "The roses are blooming this time of the year and it's quite a spectacular sight to behold."
"Of course." Nicoletta nods eagerly.
She's so fucking easy. I've got her wrapped right around my little finger. "Shall we?"
She takes me by the arm and we head back outside. The sun is high in the sky but not unpleasantly hot as I guide her through the hedges of our well-kept garden to my favorite part, where the roses climb tall trellises.
Nicoletta delights in their beauty, eyes widening as she takes in all the species and colors of the flowers we have here. "These gardens are so beautiful," she whispers as she takes a long look around. "I love it here. It's so peaceful."
I don't answer her, hands crossed behind my back as I follow her down the path. She doesn't know where we're heading next, but I do.
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