Page 60 of Stolen Bride

“I love you, Damiano.”

“I hope so. I live for those words now.” He stares into my eyes, and then it’s his eye color that has grown to be my favorite. We share a deep, passionate kiss. When we break apart, I say, “Walk me back down. I’m ready to go back and redecorate.”

“That’s my good girl.” I love being his good girl and his bad girl, which he enjoys as well.

By the end of the week, the room has been completed and it’s time to show him what I picked. “So let’s see what you selected.” He opens the door, and his mouth drops open. “Wow, it’s perfect. That’s a beautiful gray.”

“I hope he loves it because it’s the color of his daddy’s eyes.”

He turns to me and smiles. “My eyes?” A glint sparkles in those devilish grays that have enchanted me since we met.

“Yes. They’ve always captivated me, Damiano. I find comfort, love, and desire in them,” I confess.

“Darling, beautiful wife, you couldn’t have made this room any more special except when we settle our little son’s head down to rest for the first time. I love you so much.” He sweeps me into his arms and cradles me, bringing my lips to his. “I think we should christen this room to celebrate—on the lounger?”

“How about against the wall for a true color match?” I questioned.

“Fuck, baby girl. This is going to be hard and fast.” He snarls and grunts, carrying me over to the wall, pinning me with his body as he lifts up my dress, tossing it over my head. “Wow, your tits are spectacular. Soon they’re going to be bigger and full of my baby’s meal, and mine.” His mouth goes straight to my chest, sucking on my flesh. I throw my head back and cry out. They’re so tender that every suck goes to my pussy like a nice jolt of pleasure. My thighs are flexing around his hips, grinding and trying to get my fix.

He’s quick to adjust his hips and unleash himself. With a grateful sigh, I moan as he pushes inside me. “So damn tight,” he grunts, slamming into me with force, rattling the new hanging frames on the wall.

“If anything breaks, I’ll have it repaired, but I’m not stopping until you’re screaming my name, Wife.”

I cling to him as he violently thrusts into my core, wrecking my heart and soul with his need. Our mouths connect, tasting and kissing in pants and moans. Breathy cries follow every pump, and then I shatter in an intense orgasm. “Damiano,” I shout, clawing his back and probably ruining his expensive dress shirt.

“Stella, Stella. Yes, come on my cock. Soak that fucker.” He pumps into me, filling me up until there’s nothing left, and drops his head on my shoulder with his hands pressed firmly on the painted wall behind him. When I finally catch my breath, I grab his cheeks and lift his head. Those sexy, satiated eyes meet mine and I say, “Yep, it’s a perfect match.”

Damiano

It’s the heart of summer, and the wife and kids are in the pool while I work in my office. I can almost hear their laughter on the video feed, but it’s only a stream, so there’s no sound. After a few minutes, I have to turn it off because I’ll never finish. With so many damn ventures and operations, legal and illegal, it’s hard to focus on it all.

“Thinking about passing the torch?” My father steps into my study as I go over some documents. My brow raises as I eye him. My sons are only seven and three; although they are my twins in almost every way, there’s no way they are prepared for the life.

“Funny.”

“Frankly, it’s just because you’ve not been as brutal as you used to be.” He has a point, but it isn’t like he assumed.

“You would have a point if it wasn’t for the fact that my enemies weren’t already aware that I’d do anything to protect Stella. Someone comes for her, they won’t exist again. I’ve rebuilt everything that was lost, and destroyed all those that outright opposed me. Is there something I don’t know?”

“Nothing. Just curious. Your sister’s pregnant again, and I was expecting you to tell me that Stella’s pregnant.”

“No. I’m starting to think it’s part of our lineage. We don’t produce many kids.”

“It would seem so. I was an only child, and we were blessed with two.”

“I’m happy with my small family. If Stella gives me any more babies, I’ll be happy, but if not, we have two sons.” My boys are growing stronger and smarter every day. We don’t need any more kids, even if I wanted a bunch more. It isn’t like I don’t fuckStella every single free hour we have, but life is like that. Besides, two boys are enough to handle, especially if they are more like me when they grow up.

“That’s good. I’m proud of the man you’ve become. I never wanted you to live without love, and I’m grateful that Stella was able to open that part of you.”

“Thank you, Father. She’s the only one who could have.”

“I understand. Now, will you be joining us for dinner?”

“Yes. Stella’s looking forward to an evening with the family.”

“Good, but don’t mention the baby news. Gabe and Grace are planning to share the news tonight, and your mother wasn’t supposed to tell me.”

“For a retired Don, you have very loose lips.”

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