Page 51 of One Savage Union

She shouldn’t make sudden movements when she’s this close to the mountain’s edge, especially since she’s scared of heights. I grasp her hand from behind to steady her. She turns and grabs me onto me for dear life. The bear hug takes me by surprise, but her trust pleases me.

“Be careful, piccola ragazza,” I whisper. “I can’t have you falling to your death.”

She nuzzles into my shirt more. “You always save me. Why? Why do you care at all?”

I have no answer that I’m prepared to give. I can't tell her that she’s become my air; the real reason I wake every morning. I haven't earned the right to imprint upon her heart that way, and I’m not even sure I can hold up my end of a love bargain. It's better if she’s left in the dark; that way her heart won’t get involved.

I bite down gently on her shoulder and raise my eyes to mine. “You know why piccola ragazza. What is the only reason a man like me would keep a woman like you alive and breathing? Why won’t I let anything hurt one hair on your head?”

She huffs. “Because if I’m hurt, then you can’t use me as a pawn in your little mafia games. You want me to stay alive long enough for that, right?” She shoves away from me, careful of

Her venom irks my nerves. I don’t want her to fall for me, but she can show some respect. I know she’s uncomfortable, but she also has front seats for one of the most sought-after views in the world. If she got out of her head, she would realize that. Getting her out of her thoughts is precisely what I’m here for.

“No, I want you to live long enough for me to properly fuck you. That tryst on my dining room table was just an appetizer.”

I don’t miss her sharp intake of breath. That sound is blood to a shark like me. In time, I will reroute her energy to better use.

I smooth the back of my hand down her jaw and neck. “I am determined to fill every hole you have with my dick Lucia. You will be completely mine in every physical way possible. You will scream my name in pleasure and have no doubt of who owns this beautiful body before you see your maker. Don’t even think about dying before I get my hands on you.”

I wrap my hand around the nape of her neck and pull her in for a hard kiss. She doesn’t resist me; instead, the little vixen grinds her body against mine. My words made her hot. My Lucia doesn't need poetry and flowers. The cold hard truth paired with a hot hard cock turns her on. I’m more than happy to oblige.

When I release her, she stabs me with a glare. “You’re an asshole Fieri.” She walks ahead of me towards the twinkling lights, and I rub my bottom lip, laughing. She’s mad that she wants me. I can’t be blamed for that. Her body wants what it wants. It should be addressed to me, her husband.

When she gets to the mouth of the cave that holds the shepherd's house, her entire body reacts. The space has been completely transformed into a five-star glamping experience. I have colorful Turkish carpets laid across the stone floors and at least 100 cream and gold pillows strewn around.

In the center of the rug, there’s an ice bucket with Dom Perignon and those silly Izze drinks she likes-apple flavor only, along with an extensive charcuterie board. Café lights illuminate the space, and soft music plays from the Bluetooth speakers my team left for us. I made a playlist of her favorite love songs. Sure, I hacked into her phone to find out what they were, but I think the end justifies the means.

“This is an exquisite space, Rocco.” Seeing her face light up tells me I made the right decision. “ Oh my gosh! I love this song!”

Aretha Franklin belts out the words to “Call Me,” and I smile. In my line of work, this is a song Lucia may hum to herself quite often. When your husband is consigliere to one of the biggest mafia outfits in the country, you tend to want him to call the moment he gets wherever he’s going. But will she ever call me her “dearest of all,” or declare “I love you?” Do I even want that?

I take her hand and lead her inside the cave. “Come and rest your feet. You can sit or lie anywhere you like.”

She bites her bottom lip and throws me a shy smile. “OK, are you joining me?”

I nod. “ Of course. With you here, where else would I go?”

She shrugs and drops her crossbody bag and water bottle on the rug before flopping her sexy body down. I look down at her and feel ravenous. Lucia is the curviest woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of touching. Her full breasts, narrow waist, and full hips make me want to slam into her until she begs for mercy. She was made to be pleased with a firm hand and soft touch. Right now, I could lick every inch of her toasted almond skin and then eat her alive.

Patience.

I sit against pillows on a rock opposite her and gesture for her to stretch her legs. “Bring your feet to my lap, piccola ragazza.You’ve complained the last four miles about how much your feet hurt. Let me make it up to you.”

She gives me a wary look. “ Rocco, my feet are sweaty, and they may stink at this point. It will repulse you.” She laughs.

I shake my head. “ I don’t care about sweat. You could never repulse me, Lucia. I’m obsessed with every inch of you in any state. Now don’t make me ask you again. Give me your feet.”

She obeys, and I gently remove her shoes and socks before getting to work. I start with her heels to ease the pain. She moans in relief, and that only makes me want her to moan in true pleasure at my hands. Reflexology raises arousal, so I target points on the bottom of her feet that bring joy. One foot at a time, I carry her to the point of bliss.

“My God, you're good at that, Rocco.” She closes her eyes and lays her head back on the pillow behind her.

I smirk. “ I’m good at a great many things, Lucia. Remember how I made the rest of your body feel? You will get that and even more tonight if you just let go.

Her right eye pops open. “You brought me here to fuck me didn’t you? How much is this foot rub going to cost me?”

I don’t flinch. “Everything.”

I zero in on the pulse point at the base of her throat and observe her increased breathing. She’s either nervous or horny. Maybe a bit of both. Either way, I can’t give her too much time to think herself out of this. Tonight is the night. Not only do I need to cement our marriage further before her father gets in her ear, but I need her like I’ve never needed another woman before. I can’t wait another minute to get inside her.

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