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“That’s my good girl. I’m going to fill you up until you’re dripping with my cum. You're going to feel me for days and learn the shape of my cock in your tight cunt.” My voice comes out tense, my cock already pulsing and leaking pre-cum as I get closer to my own release.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she moans, releasing her hold on me and gripping my biceps just as her inner walls start to flutter around my cock again.
Fuck. She’s already going to come again. I’m right there with her.
She’s writhing under me, her red hair fanned out on the pillow as she shakes her head back and forth in bliss. My cock gives a hard jerk on my next thrust inside her; I’m seconds away from filling her up with so much cum that I can hardly think straight. I sit up again and press my hand on her lower stomach, feeling my cock slide in and out of her. She arches her back and gasps loudly while I forcefully fuck her into submission.
“Come,” I demand harshly, slapping her clit with my next hard thrust, and she fucking obeys. “Oh, good girl.” I groan as her pussy clamps down and starts to gush everywhere.
She literally forces my cock out; she squirts so hard. Her whole body shakes, and her eyes roll back. I slam back into her, rutting into her hard and fast until I feel my lower spine tingle and my balls draw up just as my cock starts to pulse inside of her.
Jet after jet of cum coats her inner walls until it’s leaking out between us. My head tilts towards the ceiling as all my muscles strain and tighten with one last streak of cum coating the inside of her pretty pussy. I’m breathing hard like I ran a marathon, sweat dripping down my temple. When I’m finally able to glance back down at her, she’s blinking rapidly up at the ceiling, almost staring at it in disbelief. I chuckle and grasp her waist, moving us onto our sides while staying deep inside her and pulling her against my chest.
My mind wanders, completely at peace as I stroke my hand over her wide, curvy hips to her naturally small, round stomach. I can picture her stomach growing, my child in it. Our child.
“Are you going to stay like this all night or…” She trails off, gesturing between us and my still hard cock.
Just the thought of her getting pregnant with my child, my cock decides it’s going to stay inside of her so we can keep filling her with our cum. I think I’ve really lost it, but I can’t stop thoughts of breeding her from playing on a loop. She doesn’t need to know that… yet. I still have to let her know we are married.
"Kitten, you’re going to warm my cock all night. Better get used to it.” My accent comes out thicker as the desire to keep taking her body over and over eats away at me.
I’m not going to fuck her again tonight. She needs a break and to learn the shape of my cock, so I snuggle her against my body while stroking her hair as she scoffs at me.
“You’re so bossy. I’ll do what I want,” she mumbles tiredly, making me smile as I feel her eyelashes flutter on my chest before sliding shut.
She grumbles under her breath until I feel her body go lax against mine, letting me know she’s fallen asleep. Damn, if that doesn’t make my chest puff out cockily. I fucked her so good she can’t even stay awake to yell at me or ask questions.
Maybe I can hold off telling her she’s my wife and let her slowly admit she loves me. That sounds like the best course of action. She won’t be mad at me, and I can convince her that we are meant to be. I’ll keep her satisfied and her mind off other matters by keeping her busy, mainly with my cock, but I can show her around Italy too. Make it romantic for her so that she’ll never want to leave me.
I gaze at the wall across from our bed, where a large framed canvas displays her beautiful smile. It will all work out; she’ll never leave me. I won’t let her. My eyes slide closed, a smirk sliding over my lips as I continue to play with her hair and imagine a life of many years with her right by my side.
“My good, little wife.”
CHAPTER 15
ROMEO
Almost three years ago
The church
Idon’t think I’ve ever driven so fast in my life. When I left O’Connor’s house, I didn’t waste any time. I’ve run over curbs and almost hit a few pedestrians while driving on the sidewalk. I’m currently speeding down Fifth Avenue to get to the cathedral before it’s too late. I know my cousins are somewhere behind me in another vehicle, but they can’t keep up as I run every single red light and stop sign at the speed of one hundred and forty.
I’m not wasting time; every second counts. I know what type of men these are. They will do anything and everything to make men like Danny O’Connor fall in line with their plans. It isn’t like my familia; we make sure our women and children are kept safe, while theirs… are sacrificed and set as an example of what happens when you don’t listen to the church.
Blood will be spilled tonight by my hand. I don’t give a flying fuck that I’m about to paint the house of God red. Those men don’t belong there anyway. I’m doing a favor by getting rid of them. They will all disappear from the face of the earth for takingwhat’s mine. My knuckles tighten on the steering wheel as the cathedral comes into view at the end of the street. Its towering structure, visible under the full moon, looks haunting and sinister, almost like it doesn’t belong surrounded by modern, sky-high buildings. I know the church has been around since the eighteen hundreds, so nothing much has changed except probably minor repairs to keep the building standing. Stone and marble facades encircle the entire cathedral on the outside with stained glass windows. The stone appears old, with green and black grime covering the whole church because it's so aged. You would think the place is abandoned, but the two men dressed in all black who are guarding the imposing wooden double doors tell a different story.
I slow the car down and turn into an alleyway a mile away from the church, coming out on the other side onto Sixth Street and taking a left. I slow down on the accelerator the closer I get to the church; I don’t want these fuckers to know I’m heading for them. The view of the back of the church is just as haunting, but it’s unguarded. It gives me the perfect opportunity to sneak around the front unnoticed. I’ll take the rest of the way on foot, deciding to use my knife at the last possible second so no one hears when I start killing the men who took my woman. It’s best to sneak in quietly to prevent them from doing anything rash, such as hurting Iris… that is, if they haven’t already done so.
I swear if they’ve hurt a hair on her pretty head, I’ll lose my fucking mind and just start shooting. That’s the only plan I have right now, at least until I’m actually inside to see what I’m up against, so for now it’s guns tucked away and knives out. I don’t wait for my men to show up; I’m wasting precious time as it is. I know they are minutes behind me, but she could be hurt right now. I’m not waiting around. I can’t. Not when her life is on the line. I can’t imagine a world without her gorgeous smile in it, her bright green eyes laughing but also passionate. God. Herstubbornness, the tilt of her Irish accent when she’s being sassy. No. I can’t live in a world without her in it. I refuse. Fate has intertwined our lives for a long time, starting from that cabin where we both received matching scars. That was destiny. I was meant to save her then and meet her years later, once she grew into the beautiful woman she is. She is meant to be mine, and I hers.
I get out of my car, double-checking my guns as I slick back the chambers to see if they’re loaded. I know they are, but I’m not taking any chances just in case. Satisfied, I quietly shut my door and walk towards the trunk to open it. I pull up the hatch under the carpet and try to decide which knives I want to take. I have a whole display of weapons at my disposal. I’m tempted to take the sniper rifle, but I want to get up close with these fuckers as I slit their throats.
“So what’s the plan? Clean and easy or fuck shit up?” Gemma whispers to my right, not surprising me as she appears out of the fucking shadows like a ghost.
I’ve trained her well, and so did her father before he retired from being the family hitman.
“You aren’t going in. You get the clean and easy job. Here.” I grab the rifle along with an earpiece and shove it in her hands before going back to counting how many knives I can store on my body.
