by Piper Stone
“Nicolo is right. However, defying the consortium wasn’t in my best interest, Sophia. Killing my brother only added fuel to the fire. I need to disappear for a while and the only way you’re going to be safe is if you do as well,” Wrath further explained.
“What are you suggesting?” she asked. “A trip until things calm down?”
Wrath looked at the skyline, shaking his head. “I love the vibrancy of this city; the beautiful people, the music, and the amazing food.”
“Cut to the chase, Wrath.”
He pulled her closer, staring into her eyes. “We need to die in order to live.”
“Die? I don’t...” It dawned on her what he was getting at—faking their own deaths. “You’re serious. Pretend we’re dead.”
“It is the only way. There is already infighting amongst the other members. They will...how do you say, burn themselves out in time. I will have the glory of announcing your deaths and their spiral toward hell. They will soon need young blood to take their places.” Nicolo’s tone had turned serious.
“How long do we need to stay in hiding?” she asked, trying to rationalize the idea. That could be the only way to get Wrath... to get them both off the radar and safe.
“You can never return to your life, but we will begin one together,” Wrath stated, his finger brushing aimlessly across her arm. “If you can trust me enough. I will learn of the right time to take my rightful place. In the meantime, we will indulge in our every fantasy.”
Sophia held her breath, her mind reeling.
“Will you come with me? Do you accept the deal?” Wrath asked.
“We should go, my friend. We have little time to make this work.” Nicolo stepped closer. “Another assassin will arrive soon enough.”
Wrath gave her a longing look.
Sophia stole a glance over her shoulder, studying the Miami skyline. Yes, this she could do. No, this she wanted more than anything. “Accepted.”
Leaning down, he kissed her lips. “Then come with me. We have an island to explore. Fiji is beautiful this time of year.”
She was leaving everything behind. Her career. Her few friends. All her belongings. As he led her up the stairs and to the beginning of a new life, she stopped only once before going inside the plane.
* * *
Six weeks later
The Islands...
A home.
Sophia rarely talked about a home or family, but Wrath knew it remained on her mind. He would give her the world if possible. For now, the lovely home only steps away from the ocean would have to do.
He stood in the doorway, the warm breezes allowing the sweet scent of jasmine to float into the room. There was no way the lovely fragrance was able to mask Sophia’s natural perfume, even though subtle in nature. Perhaps his skin was permanently stained with her lovely essence. The sun had just broken through the clouds, shimmering down on her copper strands of hair, creating a bronze halo surrounding her head.
Love. Who would have ever thought he could capture the emotion, reveling in every day he spent with her.
He’d never expected to be this happy. He certainly didn’t deserve his good fortune. The devil himself should have dragged him into the very depths of hell.
Sophia had told him that people could change, that goodness was a product of the heart that could never be eliminated. He wasn’t convinced she was right, but he wanted nothing more than to enjoy their new life together.
Sighing, he took a sip of his wine, studying the way she was carefully planting flowers in the various poolside containers. She was taking her time as if nothing else mattered. With her hands covered in dirt, her face glistening from the slight exertion, he knew she was the most beautiful woman on the face of the Earth.
News of their untimely demise had been handled much like Gabriel’s, with limited acknowledgement. Although his father was aware a plan had been concocted, Wrath had refused to allow details to ensure his safety.
Wrath had no idea how long it would take for the consortium to implode. Even his father’s health was faltering, much like two of the other aging members. Constant bickering had allowed for a slip in their grasp on certain businesses. More bad blood existed, more bloodshed based on disagreements. Nicolo had certainly kept him apprised of the various activities.
It was only a matter of time and patience before everyone would be ready for a significant change. Then he would come home.
The word stuck in his mind. The only home that mattered was with Sophia, the woman who would eventually become his wife and he would do anything to keep her safe.
“It’s time,” he said quietly.
Her back tensed as she rose onto her knees, giving him a pensive look over her shoulder. “Now? I’m not finished.”
“You can finish later. Come.” He bit back a smile and could tell she was cursing under her breath, even though she attempted to hide the hint of rebelliousness that he hoped would never leave.
Sophia rose to her feet, grabbing a towel and wiping her hands. In the simple cotton dress and flowing hair, she looked at least five years younger. She hesitated before walking toward him, taking very small steps.
Jesus. She was angelic.
He knew she was stalling, the maintenance spanking something she merely tolerated. When she neared, he cupped the back of her head, intertwining his fingers in her hair.
She lifted her head toward his, sliding her hands up to his chest, her fingers clutching around the material. “I’ve been a very good girl lately.”
“What about the bad language?” he asked before pressing his lips against hers.
Inhaling, she rose onto her tiptoes, allowing a slight moan as she darted her tongue just inside his mouth.
Unable to resist, he yanked her closer, almost knocking the wine out of his hand as he crushed her mouth. The taste of her was laced with a hint of raspberry and as their tongues entwined, his cock throbbed to the point of anguish.
She clung to him, undulating her hips back and forth, managing to issue soft purring sounds around the passionate embrace.
He finally broke the kiss, easing his arm around her and smacking her on the bottom. “Nice try.”
“Meanie.” She walked away from him, blowing him a kiss. “Where this time, sir?”
“I do enjoy the kitchen this time of day, the bright sun highlighting the warm blush on your bottom.” He laughed when she scowled and followed her into the kitchen, sliding his wine on the counter. The oversized island was perfect for many things, including her much needed discipline.
As well as moments of intense sex.
Chuckling, all he had to do was point and even though she continued to pout, she removed her clothes, folding them neatly and placing them away from the island. This was their routine, one embroiled in his need for dominating her.
Owning her.
His hunger knew no bounds, his cock remaining stiff a good portion of the time.
Humming, Sophia moved toward one of the drawers, obtaining various implements that he could use. He couldn’t help but think he’d trained her well. “Hop up on the island, my sweet, and lie down.”
She gave him a quizzical look, frowning before obeying his command. That would cost her at least five additional strikes on her rounded bottom.
His balls tightened at the thought.
His selection? One thick wooden spoon. With her legs dangling off the side and slightly split apart, he was able to see just how wet she was, her pretty pink pussy glistening in the light. His desire was off the charts, electricity sizzling. He yanked her legs then pushed them into the air, making certain her bottom was just off the edge. “Hold them just like this, my sweet.”
His desires were overwhelming.
“Yes, sir,” she said with obvious disdain.
He rolled his eyes as he wrapped his hand around the spoon, twirling the handle several times. “Fifty, I think will do.”
“Fifty?”
“Would you like to go for seventy-five?”
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“No, fifty is just fine, my sir.” Groaning, she positioned her hands behind her legs and closed her eyes. “Are you certain you wouldn’t prefer me sucking your big, fat cock?”
“Later, my Sophia. Later.” He grinned as he rubbed his hand on her ass cheeks, marveling in the feel. The effects of her last spanking had all but disappeared.
What a shame.
He tapped the spoon against her bottom then snapped his wrist, delivering two in rapid succession.
“Shit!” she whimpered then sucked on her lower lip.
“Cursing. I think we also need a lesson in proper language. Soap in the mouth will do nicely.”
“No, sir. No need. I’ll be good.”
“Promises,” he growled and smacked her bottom several times, one coming right after the other. Her skin was already turning a lovely shade of blush. “You’re doing very well.”
“Yes. Sir.” She gritted her teeth.
When he continued, she kicked her legs, forcing him to place his hand near hers. He peered around them, giving her a stern look. “Keep your position.”
This time, she wrinkled her nose, the consternation written all over her face.
God, he adored the woman. He smacked her several times, keeping a nearly perfect rhythm, moving to her upper thighs then back down. “Twenty more.”
“I’m going to die,” she moaned, but he could see the smile on her face, could tell by the amazing aroma of her feminine wiles that she was merely biding her time.
“Then we need to hurry.” He caressed her bottom, enjoying the heat building in his hand. “Such a naughty girl,” he stated in a husky voice and slid his pinky to her pussy lips, rubbing up and down.
“Don’t tease me, sir.”
The way she purred drove him wild, igniting every ember burning deep within. He was thirsty, his mouth parched with longing to taste her.
To feast on her pretty little pussy.
And he would soon enough.
Wrath spanked her again and again, ignoring her pleas. When he’d reached the required number, he tickled her clit with the handle, swirling the tip around and around.
Moaning, she split her legs open, her breathing becoming little more than scattered pants.
“Such a beautiful baby when you’re full of desire.”
“Raging desire, my sir,” she mumbled.
Their torrid love affair was embroiled with passion, both unable to keep their hands off each other. And he could never get enough.
Tossing the spoon, he growled then lowered his head, darting his tongue around her clit.
“Oh, yes...” she breathed, splitting her legs and lifting them back against her chest.
He allowed his hand to roam up and down the soft skin on her legs as he took his time, flicking his tongue back and forth. When he took her clit into his mouth, sucking her tender tissue between his teeth, he watched her various expressions.
Sophia was filled with lust, goosebumps along every inch of her naked skin. “Oh, God. Yes... I...” She slid the back of her hand over her mouth, laughing softly.
Everything about her was magical, fulfilling his every need.
He crawled his fingers down her inner thighs then slipped two into her pussy, thrusting in and out. Then he plunged his tongue alongside, using the perfect orchestration to drive her to the very edge before pulling back. After repeating the move, he smacked her pussy with his fingers then resumed licking her like a crazed savage.
Panting, she tossed her head from side to side, her entire body quivering.
He loved the taste of her sweet cream filling his mouth, her juice sliding down the back of his throat. He could eat her for days.
“Oh... I’m going to...” She jerked up, arching her back and gripping the edge of the island. The way her chest rose and fell, her beautiful breasts jiggling was a powerful aphrodisiac.
“Do you want to come?” he finally asked. He pressed his lips against one thigh then the other, dragging his tongue down to the base of her pussy.
“Please. Dear God, please,” Sophia whimpered.
Even the way her face glistened was sexy as hell, keeping his cock at full attention, his balls screaming for relief. He refused to let her end this, the taste far too sweet.
“Please. Please!”
He added a third then fourth finger, thrusting in a brutal manner. “Hold it, baby. Wait.”
She squirmed and moaned as he sucked on her clit, taking gulping breaths. “Please let me come.”
Sliding his thumb into her asshole, the sudden shock was all she could take. “Come, my baby. Come on my tongue.”
“Oh... I...” Her eyes opened wide, her mouth issuing a silent scream as her body shook, the orgasm shooting into her.
He growled as he feasted, lapping every drop of her sweet cream. As the single climax turned into a second and a third, he held her down, enjoying her throes of passion.
“Oh... my...” Breathless, she gazed down at him with hazy eyes, her mouth going slack.
Standing, he inched back as he unfastened his pants, allowing them to drop to the floor. “Do you want my thick cock inside?”
Sophia eased into a sitting position, giving him a seductive look. “I want to suck that big, fat cock.”
He rubbed his hand down his stomach, wrapping his fingers around the base, stroking several inches.
“You’re such a mean individual. Can’t you see that your lady wants to suck you dry?” she teased, folding her arms across her chest.
“You seem to think you’re the one in charge.” Yanking her off the counter and flipping her over, he impaled her pussy with one primal thrust, driving her up onto her toes. “And you would be wrong.”
“Oh. Oh!” She flung her arms out, smacking the surface as he fucked her, the force knocking the wind out of her.
With every brutal thrust, he issued a series of guttural sounds, more animal than human, his desire skyrocketing. He plunged harder and faster, unable to think of anything else but fucking her.
She was his baby doll.
She’d captured his soul.
She’d stolen his heart.
Whimpering, she tried to arch her back, accepting every hard thrust, angling her hips as skin slapped against skin.
Wrath held her hips, his fingers digging in as he took her, his adrenaline soaring.
“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” Her ragged sounds were like music, carnal in nature, fueling his fire even more. She clamped her pussy muscles around his shaft, straining even as she lifted her head and smiled.
“Such a bad girl,” he managed, fighting back his own orgasm. As his heart raced to the point the thumping sounded in his ears, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.
And he wasn’t finished yet.
He smacked his hand against her reddened bottom, one coming after the other. Finally shattered, wrecked from his raging desires, he pulled out his cock, sliding the tip then wiggling until his cockhead was just inside her asshole. “This isn’t going to be gentle.”
“I don’t want gentle. I just want you to take me. Use me.”
Her words were like gasoline. He threw his head back as he thrust inside, shuddering as her muscles constricted. “So tight. Fuck.”
“Mmm...”
Wrath drove in and out, cupping and squeezing her breasts as he drew her into a partial standing position. “All mine. Forever mine.”
“Yes. I belong... to... you.”
As his balls filled with cum, sliding up his shaft, he buried his head into her neck. “I love you.” The words came easily, as if they were always meant to be said. As he filled her with cum, he closed his eyes, never more sated in his life.
“I... love you, Wrath. Whether this is pure sin or not, you’re my life now.”
He held her in his arms for a full minute, basking in the warm glow.
Nothing could be more perfect.
Squeezing her, he whispered into her ear, “Get dressed. I have a surprise for you.”
“I love
surprises.”
He let her go, watching as she eased into her dress before fastening his pants and running his hands through his hair. Checking his watch, he smiled. The timing was perfect. “I’ll be right back. Pour a glass of wine.”
“Yes, sir.”
The gift had been purchased over a week before, waiting for the right time. A diamond would come later, but this seemed much more important. He found her staring out the kitchen window and studying the waves, a glass of cabernet in her hand.
Turning, she noticed the box in his hand and lifted an eyebrow. “Whatcha got?”
“Something you were missing.”
Her hands were trembling as she took the box from his hand, slowly pulling on the golden ribbon. When she opened the lid, she sighed. “My locket. I thought it was lost.”
“Well, I have to admit, this is new one with an engraving.” His heart ached, tensing until she smiled.
“Il mio bel fiore,” she whispered. “My beautiful flower.”
“Yes, and you will always be.”
She sighed as she opened the catch. “There are no pictures.”
“Maybe there will be soon.” Wrath held out his hand. “Come with me.”
Easing down her wine, she intertwined her fingers with his. “Anywhere.”
His heart raced as he pulled her toward the front door. Once opened, he was able to see the truck as it approached.
“Guests?” she asked, shaking her head. “What are you doing?”
“Hush.” As the truck pulled to a stop, a man they’d both befriended driving, he let go of her fingers, approaching the rugged man. “Everything go according to plans?”
“Yes, sir. I have your delivery. A mighty feisty delivery if I say so myself.” He tipped his hat when he noticed Sophia. “Good day, Miss Waters. Lovely to see you.”
“And you, Miquel.” She remained where she was, watching intently as Miquel moved to the back of the truck, lifting the camper shell lid and lowering the tailgate.
Wrath stood back, shielding his eyes from the sun. As the two Golden Retriever puppies bounded to the edge, Miquel helping one then the other onto the ground, Wrath heard her gasp. When they immediately scampered toward Sophia, a single tear formed in his eye. The joy on her face was something that couldn’t be replaced.
