Page 63 of I Would Die For You

When I look up, she’s beaming at me, like I’m her entire world.

“Yes, Stefano Beccario. I love you so much. I gladly will.”

Epilogue

Kaya

Ifthere’sonewordI can use to describe my relationship with Stefano, it’s whirlwind.

It started with how we got together, then I tried to leave, everything caught up with us in the US, and next, we were married. The moment when we had sex for the first time as husband and wife, in the back of a luxury SUV in a seedy parking lot, it sealed something in me—I would belong only to this man for the rest of time.

So when he didn’t answer me when I addressed him ashusband, I’d thought I’d lost it all. Life, love, him.

But I was wrong. My big, beautiful, strong Stefano, he was just scared. Terrified of losing me, of not having me in his life anymore. When he told me he thought Don Giacomo had orchestrated our return so I could go back to him, I’d laughed at that notion. Until I saw the hurt in his eyes, and it dawned. He really thought I might have left him to be with the Don.

And when a roaring Stefano rumbled down the stairs in Demos and shouted at the world that no one spoke to his wife like that, I was overcome with emotion. I’m not much for romance, but what girl wouldn’t find her heart all aflutter when her man claims her as ‘my wife’ so vehemently in front of the entire world? Any humiliation I felt from the vitriol that harpy spewed at me disappeared in that instant. It didn’t matter what anyone thought. Only what Stefano did. And he loved me and claimed me as his wife.

I couldn’t wait to show him in so many ways how much I love being his wife and planned to remind him of this every day. But again, whirlwind is what we are, and things went even more over the top from there.

Don Giacomo wouldn’t have it any other way than me staying at his place before our official wedding over the weekend. Stefano’s mom agreed, so there I was in exile while a parade of wedding officials flitted around me like butterflies on crack.

On the eve of our wedding, the Don came to me with a tablet in hand. Silently, I watched on video as the man who’d tried to upheave my world twice met with his end. A voice could be heard speaking to Daku. It had been heavily digitized and made unrecognizable, but I knew it was Stefano’s. Daku was made to stand, two hundred-pound weights hung around his back like a garland. He was a big man, so he could take it. He was shown the opened door of the room, told he could leave if he made it there.

The snarl on his face had made me want to retch. He’d thought he was getting out. But then as soon as he took his first few steps, a blade slashed the tendons of his Achille’s heel. He collapsed onto his front, the weights on his back slowly collapsing his lungs. He took his last breath with the camera panning onto his face.

This was the Don’s wedding gift to me, as well as Stefano’s pledge to love and honor and cherish me already before we even took those vows in front of a priest. I shook all over going to bed that night. That had been a sadistic thing to do…but that bastard had deserved it. If not just for me, but for all the girls he’d abused and traumatized for so many years. I slept well upon reckoning that.

And this morning, I woke up with a smile on my face. It was my wedding day. A small affair it would be, at one of the palazzos in town. Didn’t matter a whit to me. I just wanted to get my hands on my beautiful lusty husband again. After so much time away, I was starved for him.

Don Giacomo walked me down the aisle. It would’ve been weird to think of it as my father giving me away. Instead, I likened it to an ex-husband giving away the former wife he’s on good terms with and still cherishes. That felt more like it.

Stefano and I said our vows, and afterwards we kissed, we laughed, and we danced all night long. It was all a blur, most of it spent imagining when I would get my hands on my sexy husband. I knew he planned to ravish me as soon as we were alone and I was eager to feel him on me. My need for him continued to grow until I felt like I would jump him in public if I had to wait any longer.

I giggle when he tips me into his arms to walk me over the threshold of our new home. Another wedding gift from the Don, this time to the both of us: the entire twelfth floor penthouse of an art deco building in a prime location of Torino. Our apartment, he called it. It could fit twelve trailers the likes I grew up in and we’d still have the balconies and outdoor patios to contend with. He owned the entire building and when he found out the owner planned to put it up on the market, a deal was made with extra incentive to vacate the penthouse asap.

“Welcome home,moglie mia,” Stefano murmurs in my ear once we’re in the vestibule and he closes the door with a tap of his sole.

“And welcome to you, too,marito mia,” I whisper against his lips before kissing him.

He claims my mouth with a hunger that unleashes the beast inside me right along with his.

“Something I’ve been dreaming of doing,” he mutters as he breaks away to take rapid steps toward what seems to be the kitchen.

I yelp when Stefano pitches me onto my feet then whips me around so my back is to him. With a hand braced on my lower belly, he topples me over the quartz-topped counter with his palm flat on the nape of my neck. That same hand then rushes down my back, quickly pulling the flowy, gauzy skirts of my wedding dress up around my waist.

“Apri le gambe per me.”

I open my legs as he asked.

“Tieniti forte.”

I grab the edge of the counter tightly.

There’s the sound of a zipper going down, then his legs are pushing against mine, his hand slams onto my back, flattening my breasts against the cold countertop. I gasp as much from the temperature shock as the feel of his hard cock slamming into me from behind. It's been several days since he was last inside me so his large cock stretches my tightness as if I had never taken him into me before. It's the sweetest pain. His thrusts are none too gentle, his body ramming me forward with each lunge. My cries echo across the room as he fucks his steely rod into me.

As he nails me in place like this, his hands slip over my sides, fingers finding my nipples which he starts to fondle and tug. The edge of the counter is digging into my belly, but Stefano’s hitting that perfect spot inside me.

“Urlami il nome mentre ti scopo, amore.” Scream my name while I fuck you, love.

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