by V Domino
“Ahh, don’t threaten me with a good time, bello.”
Twitch dips his head to my neck but before he can bite me in punishment, Sia’s voice comes through the front door.
“Cut it out you horn dogs, I have the kids and a surprise for Pony Boy.”
I try to squirm out of Twitch’s hold but he quickly bites my neck before letting me go. “Ouch! The mood died so that bite hurt! You better run when your sister leaves.”
The asshole just laughs at my threat and opens the door for Sia. Before she can even get through the door though, a beautiful white doberman bounds through and jumps all over me.
“Oh! I’m so sorry. She’s crazy. I wanted to drop her off right away. She needs training, obviously. Luca, don’t ever ask me to care for a fucking maniac like that dog again. I love her but I’m not going to be chasing after anyone like that again.”
“She is trained… In Italian.” He gives Sia a smirk before giving a command. “Giù, ragazza!” Immediately the white beauty sits while Sia sighs in exasperation.
“Why didn’t you tell me that, Luca? Asshole.”
“Cause you’re a brat, Sia and because I missed out on teasing you growing up so get used to it.”
I smile at their banter. He’s right, he did miss out on the sibling act so I can’t blame him for fucking with her. Seeing her cheeks redden with her Romano fire has me smiling even bigger. She’s a spitfire. I like her.
“Alright you guys, that’s enough fighting. Sia, you want to come in and get something to drink or eat? Twitch was just going to give me a tour, maybe you’d like to come along?”
“That’s alright, maybe next time. I have to get these two bambinos home and besides, you two were about to rip each other’s clothes off. Maybe think about curtains, Luca. Sheesh.” She blows a kiss to me before closing the front door and walking to the car.
I squat on the floor and pet this gorgeous dog. She’s breathtaking.
“What’s her name?”
“Damsel. Though like you, she’s anything but a damsel. She was a gift from Gavi but I had her at the training camp while we were down in Texas. Pony Boy will be happy she’s back. We’ll be getting more Dobermans as guards soon but Damsel and PB are the only ones allowed inside.”
I smile at the name and watch Twitch for a moment as he watches me. There’s nothing in this life more precious to me than my man. He’s my beginning and my end. Without him there simply isn’t life to live, air to breath or joy to be had.
“I love you, Luca.”
“I love you, Neviah. Now let’s go make this duet a trio.”
I laugh and squeal as he lifts me up into his arms bridal style, heading for the wide stairway off the front family room. I don’t think I can get over what he did for us. He kept going when the future seemed bleak. He built a home with the hope of having me back. He defeated all our foes and healed my body. He’s done everything any woman could ever want.
“How about a quartet?!” I yell as he runs up the stairs.
“Or a quintet!” He shouts as he enters a huge bedroom with a suite behind a set of French doors.
We laugh together as he tosses me down onto a king size bed and climbs over me.
“As long as you’re by my side, I’ll fight to give you all the babies I can.”
“You’ll fight for me?” I ask on a breathy moan as he slides up my dress and moves my panties to the side before sinking his fingers inside my wet and wanting pussy.
“Sempre.”
Always.
“Are you ready to become Mr. Silver?” Nico’s mocking whisper hits my ears as we stand at the altar. Instead of turning to my best man, I lift my hand and flip him off over my shoulder, making everyone laugh. Only in my family will there be laughter over a derogatory gesture in a church.
“I’m ready to kick your ass.” I say as I pull at the collar of my shirt once again. The damn thing feels like a noose around my neck. Is it hot in here? I’m just about to run back down the aisle and carry Silver out here so we can do this thing, when the music changes to ‘Going To The Chapel’ by The Shirelles. Yeah, my woman wanted this entire wedding to be Rockabilly. Fine with me.
The bridesmaids start to walk out. All of them are wearing blood red dresses with something called a halter top. I don’t know what they’re called but my sister, Sia, looks breathtaking as she walks down the aisle with her husband at her side. She’s positively giddy over this entire wedding and even talked about starting a wedding planner business.
I watch everyone make their way to their spots and then stare at the entrance, waiting for Silver. Finally, the doors open and out comes my veiled beauty. My heart stops and my breathing runs shallow as I watch Silver make her way toward me.
Everyone ceases to exist as I see those red lips curl up under the veil. She looks like a goddess, my dea.
She’s wearing a tight cream colored dress that hugs her waist before flaring out into a poodle skirt with pearls and crystals sewn into the lace. The neckline dips low, showing off her gorgeous breasts which have begun to grow recently.
Yeah, that’s right. My woman has my baby girl growing inside her.
Violet Rose Romano. Our tiny angel sleeping sweetly in the womb.
Stepping down from the diasis I accept Silver’s hand from Bones. I cock a brow at him because it was supposed to be Diego who handed her off.
Bones shrugs slightly, “He isn’t here yet.”
That’s not like him at all, looking around I notice Jefa is no longer here but I can’t continue my search because the priest begins his speech about love and acceptance.
Ignoring him, I smile down at my woman. This close, I can see her icy blue eyes and trembling chin beneath the veil.
“You look beautiful, Neviah but I can’t wait to rip this dress off you.” My words are low enough to keep it private. Silver bites her bottom lip, making my cock jump. I need to stop my train of thought- I can’t have a boner in front of the entire congregation.
“And I can't wait to ride your face, surfer.” I can’t help but bark out laughter at her words, making the priest jump in the middle of his droning speech. The first conversation we’d ever had was somehow about beach bums and she remembers.
Fuck, I love this woman.
I look over at the father and interrupt. “Padre, let’s get to the vows, yeah?”
Everyone laughs and some whistle but thankfully the priest closes his bible and asks us to repeat after him. Everything from there is a blur, watching Silver slip the ring onto my finger was where my mind came back. I lift her veil and my heart bottoms out.
Fucking gorgeous.
Though Silver never fails to look beautiful, even when she wakes with a hangover and looks like zombie, she’s fucking gorgeous.
You may-” The priest doesn’t finish because the moment those two words leave his mouth, I’m on my woman.
Amidst the cheers and shouts, I move my lips against hers. While whistles reach my ears, I swallow down her moans.
I bite that plump lip of hers and flick her top lip with my tongue before pulling back.
“Let’s get out of here, yeah?” I’m ready to go find a room, hell, even a closet will do. I just need to get inside my... wife. Fuck yeah, she’s my wife!
“What about the reception? It’s tradition, Twitch.” Her words say one thing but her eyes say another. So does her breathy voice.
“Fuck tradition, Sil. Besides, we’ll be back before anyone notices.” I’m already lifting her into my arms and walking down the aisle while everyone laughs and claps knowing I’m about to rip this pretty dress off. I see my sister shaking her head knowing full well, I don’t give a shit if everyone knows what I’m about to do.
Entering the first door I see in this church, I walk in and kick the door closed. Laying her down on the desk, must be an office of some sort, I lift the many layers of Silver’s skirts and find her bare.
“Naughty girl, you aren’t weari
ng any panties?”
“Yes I am, Twitch. They’re invisible.” I pinch her wet and swollen clit.
“You and that smart mouth. This is going to be fast and hard, babe.” I warn as I undo my slacks and pull myself free.
“Good…” Her words trail off into a long moan as I push in deep. Fuck yes!
Her tight little pussy squeezes me as I piston in and out, gliding and grinding along her walls. I’m so close but I need her to come with me so I reach beneath her and push two fingers into her tight ring of muscles. Watching Silver come apart will never fail to make me explode. Slamming in for the final time, I empty myself.
I lay my forehead to hers and breath in her exhales. This is my place, my life. There’s no one but her. The rose to my thorns.
“I love you, Neviah Romano.”
“I love you, Luca Romano.”
Yeah, this is where it’s at. Where life meets its fullness and everything after is extra. Right here, in the arms of my wife I find my calm, my peace and I’ll kill any motherfucker who tries to take it from me.
After a few moments, we pull ourselves together and make our way out of the room. I see enforcers surrounding Andino with their guns drawn.
“What the hell is going on, Gavriel?” I shout to him when he runs through the arched doorways of the church.
Gavriel looks as cruel as his nickname suggests especially with the blood soaking his hands.
“Diego Blanca is dead. Jefa is the new Cartel boss.”
Oh fuck.
Sing To Me
Fight For Me
Kill For Me
Ride With Me
There are many people I’d love to spend hours thanking so let me name a few, yeah?
First, my amazing friend Eleanor Aldrick who created the sexy as hell art work for both paperback and ebook copies of Fight For Me. She dedicated her time and mind to the editing and formatting as well! But not only did she do this, she also helped me through some very rough moments in my life recently. She guided me through painful days and let me lean on her when I couldn’t bare my own weight. She let me vent and cry to her without a single complaint and I will never forget her for it. Go and check out her fantastic series, Men of WRATH!
Then there’s my boo, Jess Fondry. She’s an old soul who loves them bleach haired guys. Jess, if you’re reading this... Chatum Tutu is still played out, find someone else to simp on. Jess also has a sexy series called The Beacon Hills and I highly recommend it!
Next, I’d like to thank my betas! They’re a badass group of ladies who helped me polish off my story and without them this book would be a sorry excuse. Thank you, guys!
Last but not least, my husband and daughters. The former being my motivator and the latter being my two little demons who make want to pick up smoking again. I LOVE YOU, BABIES!