La Sposa

by Sienna Mynx

  “I’ve never held back from you, Giovanni,” she said, wishing he’d just take her and be done with it.

  “But I have,” he said, as his eyes bore down on her. “I’ve held back for many reasons.”

  Concerned, she made to sit up from her recline, but he gently pushed her back to her vulnerable position with his hand flat to her tummy. “Don’t misunderstand me, Bella. Our sex life isn’t lacking. I’m a man who knows my limits, and I’ve had plenty of practice to know yours.”

  “You think you know me that well?” she smiled.

  He gave her a single nod. “I was so afraid of losing you again when I found you, exploring our passions wasn’t a priority. Making you my wife was. Now you’re mine,” he said with such finality, she had to smile.

  “Yes, Giovanni, I’m yours.”

  She searched his face, looking for a clue as to where this all would lead. Here she was open for him, literally, and he was trying to prepare her. For what?

  “I’m not going anywhere.”

  “I’ve made sure of that.”

  She obediently leaned further back and closed her eyes. When his mouth covered her pussy for a lasting kiss she exhaled deeply. Her hot and needy desire pulsed in her core and trumped any trepidation over his warning that they’d go as far as he liked. Right now, she just wanted to feel him moving in and out of her. His lips brushed her outer folds, and his tongue took long swipes and deep plunges. His tongue would have to suffice. Mira gyrated her hips, pushing her sex into his face. The tension coiled tighter around her g-spot, and she feared she’d release too early in the game. Giovanni stalled her. He moved on her, leaving her quaking for more of him. His wicked tongue swept inside her mouth. She could hear the rip of his zipper, and the nudge of his cockhead sent an earthquake through her channel, dividing her to her core.

  Giovanni sensed the awakening flames of desire in her and reveled in this moment, a moment of pure male satisfaction. He thrust into her tight heat and drew in a deep soul- drenching breath. He intended to control himself, though his knees were weak, and every muscle in his ball sack coiled tight. There had never been any woman in his life as a sexual partner that he completely trusted enough to accept the feelings of pleasure that sex brought as a binding for love. That was until he met his Mirabella.

  “If I want to fuck your mouth, will you let me?”

  “Yes!” she cried out, moving with him.

  “And if I want to fuck your pretty little ass, will you let me?”

  “Yes! Yes, Giovanni, God yes. More!” She clawed at his shirt and shoulders to bring him down on her. Her breathing became more and more hurried, causing her breasts to jiggle. He thrust hard and fast, impaling her, releasing her, impaling her pussy again. He stopped short of letting her orgasm.

  “Can I release all over these titties?” he teased.

  “More!” She nearly screamed it out, forgetting their place. He now moved slow and easy out of her desire- slickened vagina. Mira shook her head from side to side, releasing the curls she wore so neatly pinned to the back of her head. Giovanni rose out of his lean and held her hips. Like a good wife, she wrapped her legs around his waist. He continued to thrust in and out of her with slow easy moves, letting the tension of dominance swell unbearably tight in his chest. Giovanni squeezed his eyes shut for control. He swore her pussy was softer, warmer, and wetter than he’d ever explored before.

  The orgasm came on them like a tidal wave, powerful, debilitating. It was an unequal balance of emotion and physical lust. For the first time in a very long series of disappointments, he finally left his heart open to receive faith, love, and happiness. Mira shuddered beneath him, and he dropped over her with tears under his closed lids. He wiped them across her sweaty shoulder, concealing his weakness from her. And she clung to him. Giovanni kissed her cheek. “We aren’t done, Bella.”

  “I know. It was just the antipasti.”

  Giovanni chuckled and held her. “Stay with me always. Resta sempre con me.”

  She laughed lightly. “I’m never going to let you go, baby.”

  On the Plane –

  Catalina closed the yellow folder of instructions. Her eyes burned from reading under the tiny lamp. The entire passenger cabin was dark except for the overhead lights. She glanced at Dominic, who read from a folder with his glasses on. And then her gaze swiveled to the other passengers asleep in first class.

  “Domi?”

  “Mmm,” he answered, focused on documents with tiny print.

  “Domi,” she said, sliding her hand over his thigh. His gaze slipped over to her. “Join me,” she winked. She unfastened her seatbelt and eased out into the aisle. She looked over to Dominic who watched her curiously. She prayed he’d get the message. Hell, they had another eight hours to this flight and she needed something to relax the anxiety she carried. Walking down the aisle, a few men looked up at her as she passed. Catalina knew she was fairly attractive, but the only men she was ever exposed to were those under her brother’s payroll. The sideways, yet guarded glances the murderers and thieves she called famiglia gave her, were always fleeting. Attending an all girl catholic school kept her even more sheltered. Sometimes, it felt good for strange men to give her appreciative looks. One man even went as far as to wink at her. She smiled and kept going. The bathroom to the back of the plane wasn’t occupied, and no flight attendants were in sight. She opened the door and prayed that this early in the flight it wasn’t filthy, as most commercial bathrooms were.

  To her surprise, it wasn’t. It was also much larger than the one to the front of the plane. Still, for a cubed box there was leg room, enough space for two. Then she realized it had handles for handicapped access. That explained it.

  The door opened behind her and she turned directly into Domi. “I didn’t think you’d follow. There was a man in 26B who looked interested.”

  He backed her to the sink. “Oh that motherfucker? I saw him wink at you. I threw him off the plane,” he grunted, reaching underneath her skirt to rip into her panties.

  “Don’t tear them, Domi!” she said, stopping his urgency. She quickly helped and eased them off. He had to step back to give her room. She put her thong in the pocket of his trousers and reached for his belt, and then his zipper. They had ten minutes or less to get her quickie in before some passenger busted them. So they communicated through grunts and hurried hands, easing his belt open and his zipper down.

  “Fuck me, Domi. Fuck me now!”

  Her lover bent his legs slightly and the press of his dick to her opening sent a charge of excitement through her. It tickled her to the point of giggles.

  “Yes!” she whispered when he gave her another inch, wanting him to go deep that very moment. And Dominic claimed her with a single stroke, filled her to the point of disbelief. It was as if the air was sucked from her lungs through a straw. Catalina went stiff and tight all over. Her heart hammered so fast she could swear she was going into cardiac arrest. Once, an ex-girlfriend of Giovanni’s had told her that she fucked Giovanni on his plane, and it was like having a heart attack in reverse. Now she understood the meaning.

  Dominic enjoyed her short breaths, little gasps of air. Her pretty features now strained with lust. He drove into her, hard and fast with rapid strikes that caused her to dig her nails into his shoulders. There was an urgency in him that would not be denied. The adrenaline pump in his heart was at full throttle. He became consumed with animalistic lust. And when her pussy walls squeezed his dick and her soft thighs locked him in place, he nearly put his fist through the wall. What the fuck was happening to them?

  He fucked her faster and faster, it was almost brutal. Catalina kissed and bit at his neck, demanding more. It was her climax that pushed him to the brink and the knock on the bathroom door that forced his ejaculation prematurely in a hot stream.

  “Yes baby, oh yes, oh yes,” Catalina said, kissing his chin and mouth.

  He withdrew from her, for fear he’d have a heart attack. “You-you-you make me
so fucking crazy for you.” Dominic panted half-dizzy and half-aware.

  “It’s the plane, Domi. I wanted to know if what they say is true.” She reached for a napkin and cleaned herself.

  “What do they say?” Dominic’s brow lifted as he slipped his cock back in his underwear, wanting to have her scent and essence on him.

  “Signora! Signora, are you okay in there?” A flight attendant said.

  “They say it’s like a heart attack.”

  Dominic grinned. He pulled her up in his arms. “I love you, Catalina.”

  “We are going to have the best life, Domi. The best. Maybe even in America.”

  “What? We aren’t—”

  “Think about it, Domi. Giovanni didn’t make you consigliere. And you’re right, Mira’s babies will be the future of the family, not ours. We can start our own family, everything, fresh. In America.”

  “You making plans for us? Let me plan our future okay?”

  “But, Domi—”

  “No buts, I plan our future.” He kissed her, and they ignored the persistent knocking on the door.

  Villa of Capri –

  Mira entered first. She wore Giovanni’s tuxedo jacket on her shoulders. He placed it there when his fumbling with the back of her dress ripped off several clasps. She managed to hold up her daughter’s weight. The first floor of the villa was where the men and Rosetta would post up, only to be called upon when needed. The two top floors were for her, him, and Eve. Mira strolled inside the spacious area, transfixed by the glass doors that had been drawn open to blow in coastal winds. During the sunny time of the day, it would probably reveal a magnificent view of the mountains and islands they were surrounded by.

  “Give her to me. You mustn’t carry her, Bella, not in your condition.”

  She rolled her eyes behind his back. He fucked her brains out on a leather console but now she was too delicate to hold her daughter? Men! She watched them disappear into inky black darkness through the open doors of a room off to the right. Mira turned as the men began to bring in her luggage. Among them was her trousseau. She wanted it out of Giovanni’s sight. Catalina was right. Her new husband would not appreciate her desire to work while they were on their honeymoon.

  “Take them all in there,” she said, following behind him to a room that looked like an office. She wondered what was above them. Giovanni reappeared and began to ease the sliding glass doors shut to force out the chilly night temperature. The men said a few things to him and all filed out.

  Once alone, Mira shrugged off his suit jacket. “It’s lovely. Where is Eve?”

  “In our bed. She’ll sleep with us.”

  Mira’s brow arched. “How is that going to work?”

  Giovanni smirked. “Trust me, Bella, by the time I allow you to return to her, all you will want to do is sleep.”

  She laughed and he extended his hand which she accepted. “Now let me give you the tour.”

  “Been here before, have you?”

  “I came to make sure things were as I wanted for the night.”

  Mira walked with him through the halls to the other side of the villa.

  “We have three rooms. I see you found the office. We’ll make it Eve’s playroom because I don’t intend to do any work while we’re here.”

  “Aww, that’s sweet.”

  “Over there, is another TV room and the kitchen is here. We have a personal cook that will arrive in the morning and return again in the evening. You need to meet with her to plan our menu. You know what I like.”

  “Yes, I know what you like.”

  He led her through another hall. A magenta red curtain blocked the entrance to the next room. Giovanni stepped forward, gathering the drapes in his hand. He drew them aside for her to step inside. In her wedding dress, she entered their private hideaway. Twelve candles were placed around the room to provide natural light. In the center of the floor was a Jacuzzi tub with bubbling steamy waters. Blue rose petals floated on top of the rolling current. The window before the Jacuzzi offered a perfect view of the mountains and rocky hills that surrounded the island. She stepped closer, and noticed the lounge pad for relaxing near the window, where a tray of fruit and cheese waited.

  Two hands went to her shoulders, and then eased down her bare arms. He slipped his hands underneath to embrace her. “Do you like it?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m pleased too.”

  He began to try to undress her and she turned with a smile. “Not yet. I need to get ready for you. It’s our wedding night, silly. Besides, I have a few surprises of my own.”

  Giovanni stepped back, giving her a long look. She dropped her hand on her hip and met his gaze. “Go shower, get nice and clean for me, and meet me there. I’ll do the same.”

  “We can shower together.”

  She shook her head to his request. “Indulge me this. Okay?”

  “Do I have a choice?”

  “No.” She started for the curtain door, and then paused. She looked back at him with a raised brow. “You coming?”

  He dropped his head, smiling, and followed her out.

  Sorrento –

  “Am I not allowed in?” Fatigue had settled in the pockets under his eyes. He had a bitch of a time ending the event and getting his men out of the town without a drunken incident. The only thing that got him through was the promise of this moment. When she would once again be his. He hadn’t forgotten someone was gunning for him, and she may be the only woman between him and a bullet from Giovanni’s gun. He’d put the photos and the tape cassette in his safe before they headed to the airport and out of Milano. After he found the bitch Isabella and got all other copies he knew existed, he’d burn them together. Tonight, he needed to be close to the one woman who understood how precarious his situation was.

  “No,” she said, deflating his ego. “I don’t want you to come in.”

  It was as he feared. She was no different from any other woman in his life that existed to bust his balls. The only time he found an easy way to his desires and wishes, was with Fabiana. And look what her trust of him got her in the end. Lorenzo dropped his head and shook it. He stood outside of her room door. His gaze lifted and locked on her, and he tried again to figure out her angle. The hot and cold was sexy because he was a man that liked the chase. But not tonight. Fuck it. Any night but tonight.

  “I thought we covered this.”

  “You were pretty crappy to me today. And I’m a little pissed you made me wait all night after everyone left. I get we have a partnership or something going, but sending that kid over to be your surrogate, to dig in my business, was the last straw. This is not a game for me, Lorenzo. Treat me with respect and you’ll get some in return.”

  Lorenzo gripped the top frame of the door and leaned in. Marietta leaned out of his face but he was still close. “First, the wedding invite was an honor. Half of Italy and most of Sicily would have loved to trade places with you today, Cara. It was also my responsibility to my cousin to see the day through.” Lorenzo looked down at her breasts and continued. “Second, that kid works for me. He was only trying to be nice, get you a drink, make conversation because you looked so miserable and bored. I have my ways sweetheart, and they are always effective. You want to know what Capriccio men know, then trust me to get those answers.”

  “I don’t trust you. Therein lies the problem, Lorenzo.”

  “Well then fuck me, because I’m tired of this bullshit. Let me in. You can do that can’t you?”

  Marietta glared at him. Lorenzo threw his hands up in defeat.

  “Let’s get something straight. I’m not your fuck-partner unless I want to be. And I won’t be fucking you unless I want to. Right now, I don’t want to!”

  Lorenzo stepped back. He pressed his lips together, looked down the hall then back at her. Before she closed her door on him, he reached in his pocket. He grabbed her hand and forced his key into her palm. “I’m staying in the room next door. I’ll have a man posted outside of yo
ur door for protection. If tonight you change your mind…”

  “I won’t.”

  “If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

  “I said, I won’t!” she stated emphatically and closed the door on him.

  He chuckled. Shaking his head, he walked away.

  Marietta dropped back on the door. She threw the key. Crossing her arms, she stood there in her room, pissed. He ignored her most of the day or leered at her like the other men. A day wasted, and she was no closer to her goal than before it all started. Gemma told her not to take this road and she chose not to listen. Lorenzo was right about one thing. Isabella, whoever she was, set her up. Last night could have cost her, her life. She had to know why this woman chose her and Lorenzo in this way. She sighed and walked over to her bed, taking a seat. She stared at the door, and considered his offer. She found him sexy and exciting. A dangerous habit of hers she decided to break. She intended to keep her legs shut around Mr. Tall Dark Asshole. Her gaze lowered to the room key sparkling in the moonlight. “I’m not going to his room.”

  Villa of Capri –

  Giovanni took pride in fatherhood. He removed Eve’s little princess dress. She cried in her sleep once, but the pacifier kept her content. In nothing but her night shirt and diaper, he covered her with a blanket and carefully placed a pillow on either side of her, the way he’d seen her mother do in the past. In a few weeks, Eve would be two. Before long, the days of her sleeping on his chest would be gone. He smiled down at her, sadly dreading that day.

  After the wedding, Zia pulled him aside. With Cecilia in the ospedale suffering a broken ankle, Zia felt Giovanni should give Eve to her. In fact, she was so adamant about it, he had to get stern with her. There was no way he’d be separated from his daughter for weeks. It killed him when he left them for a matter of days. The compromise was Rosetta joining them to alleviate stress for Mira. It was the only compromise he’d make.