A shiver runs down my spine at his deep voice.
“You will find all of your belongings in one of the master closets and all of your toiletries in the bathroom.” His full lips pull into a smile.
Finally finding the will to move, I look at him as the words fall out of my mouth. “You cannot actually be serious that I’m sharing a bed with you let alone a bedroom.” His smiles fall from his face. “You know that this is massively insane, right? I don’t know you from a hole in the damn wall and now I’m to be lying next to you in bed?” I cross my arms across my chest, and his eyes flicker to my breasts then back up to my face. “Let me guess, you also expect me to have sex with you? Consummate the marriage to show that you are a man?” I start to feel anxious at the thought of having sex with this man. The words fall out of my mouth. “Let’s just get it out of the way and then you can go.” I try to keep my voice as flat, but it shakes a little.
My breath hitches as he steps closer to me, into my personal space, tilts my chin up with his fingers. His voice is deep and gritty when he says, “Yes, I do plan on having mywifein our bed. And no, I don’t find any of this insane.” He pauses for a moment. “I don’t take unwilling women into my bed.” Lowers his head, his lips hovering over mine with his hot breath dancing across mine. “I’m your husband and will be the only man that will ever touch you, kiss you and make you scream out with pleasure. That will come in time, and you’ll be begging for me to do all those things and more. I look forward to that day.”
Holy shit. My mouth is dry, but my lady parts are screaming at the thought of finally having a man touch.
“Okay,” is the only word that I can manage to speak without my voice sounding so horsed from being dry.
He smiles like he knows he made his point before pulling back and I hate to admit that I miss him being so close to me. Hetakes a few steps back before spinning on his heels exiting the bedroom.
I slam the door to my office after leaving Isabella in our bedroom. Fuck. It took all the willpower in me to leave her there and not press my lips against her full, soft ones, pulling her into me, feeling her delectable body pressed into mine. I know that I have an effect on my new wife by the way her body reacts. Her breathing increases slightly, her pulse in her neck beat faster, and her eyes become a shade darker. I know deep down, buried far enough away is a monster begging to be let out of its cage. To rise from the ashes below and to be the phoenix that my wife is.
I unbutton my suit jacket, pull out my chair, and flip open my laptop. It takes me less than a minute to pull up the camera feed from our bedroom, and Isabella takes up my screen. She is still standing in the same place that I left her. In her blood-spattered wedding dress, not a piece of hair out of place, and her lipstick is still smudged from our kiss at the church.
She brings her hand up to her chest as she tries to catch her breath. Good. I was not lying when I said to her that I would be the only man who would ever kiss her lips. The only man who will touch her body. The only man who licks, bites and worships every single inch–––––––every single stretch mark on her body while she screams my name. I clench my fists as they are already itching to touch her.
I watch as she moves her head around the room, probably making sure that I’m not going to pop up behind her. I chuckle as she has no idea that I am always watching her, no matterwhere she is. She starts to move around, and I move my mouse to click on the sound.
“This is insane. Right? How is this even real?” She walks around the room, looking at everything. Little does she know I have hand-picked each and every single piece of furniture, décor, and fabric for our room. All the things that she likes based on the hours I spent listening to her through the app I placed.
She stops near the foot of the bed and sits down, staring at the new rings on her hand and fidgets with them. My rings that I picked for just her.“Urgh, why does my new husband have to look like a damn GQ model? I mean no one is seriously that good looking.”She tilts her head to the ceiling and lets out a deep sigh.“There is no way that he meant what he said about wanting me.”Oh, my sweet innocent wife, I want you. I want to own everything about you.“I hope I can persuade him to not want to consummate our marriage. I just…I just…”I lean further in my chair, the leather rubbing underneath my thighs as I try to zoom in on her face to hear what she is trying to say.
“I just wish that my first time with a man, let alone my husband was with someone who I loved or actually loved me. But love does not exist in our world. I mean he probably has a mistress like all the men I know and my father.”
I promiseamuri miuthat I will do everything in my power to make you feel seen, beautiful, and loved. I will burn down this fucking city for you. Just you wait.
She stands up off the bed and, steps forward, the sound of her dress moving echos throughout my office. She twists her arms behind her, unclasping the buttons and unzips the fabric. She slides her sleeves down her arms. I drag my hand down the front of my face and my dick is hard and I can feel the wetness in my pants from the precum that has leaked.
The dress falls off her body, pooling at her feet.
“Fuck.” I groan out at the sight of my wife standing in our bedroom in pure white lingerie set with her full figure on display.
A strapless, lace with shear white fabric along the hip line. Her full breasts are barely covered that are begging to be released with my mouth sucking and biting them. My gaze trails up her golden tanned legs that have stretch marks at the base of her hips. Licking my lips at her thick thighs that I want to wear around my shoulders as I lick her sweet, tight pussy. I unbuckle my belt, pull the zipper down, reach into my boxers, and spring my dick free. My thumb grazes over my head, gathering the precum and dragging it down my base. I wrap my hand firmly around my cock, moving it up and down slowly and watching my wife undress.
She steps out of the blood-stained dress still in her white heals with a pearl strap around her ankle. I move my hand faster as she turns around with her back to the hidden camera and bends over showing me her full, round, plump ass. I pump myself faster and faster and I’m so close as my balls tighten. Using my other hand, I zoom in more on her ass. Fuck me. She spreads her legs slightly trying to pick up the dress, I can see there is a wet spot on the front on her thong.
She stands with the piece of clothing draped over her arms, I watch her ass jiggle with each step she makes to her side where her closet is.
I let out a loud groan. “Fuck, Isabella,” I call out e as I explode and come the hardest, I have come in a long time. My hand is covered in white cream, dripping down the base of my cock, and I keep pumping.
She disappears into the closet. I release the hold on my dick, my hand covered in my own cum, I smile and say to the screen, “This is going to be fun, my sweet little wife.”
I’m reviewing reports from the club and many other businesses that my family owns while a small screen focuses on Isabella. I had to suppress a groan and resist pulling out my dick again when I saw her come out of the on-suite master bath in a fluffy robe. A robe that revealed the crevice of her breasts.
“How’s the new wifey doing?” Angelo enters my office and sits down in the chair in front of my desk. I don’t look up to acknowledge him. “I’m surprised that you aren’t locked up in here watching her on the cameras you had installed before the wedding.” This time, when I don’t respond he bursts into a loud laugh. “Jesus, Enz, you know that you will have to communicate with her, and I don’t know, try to make her feel comfortable here after you forced her to marry you.”
My eyes snap to his, and I scowl at him with my voice flat. “You’re lucky I think of you as a brother or I would’ve blown your head off by now. In time she will come around to the idea that this marriage is forever. I don’t plan on ever giving her up and she needs time to adjust,” I say as I go back to reading the reports.
He leans back in the chair, his right ankle crosses his left knee, and his hands tuck behind his head. “You’re obsessed, you know that right?”
I roll my eyes at him but still ignoring him. My body is still anxious even after spilling all over my hand a few hours ago. This is what she does to me and she is not even in this damn room.
“But I can see why. Isabella is a beautiful woman.”
I reach for my glock on my desk, switch off the safety and aim it at his fucking head.
