by A. Zavarelli
He kneads the flesh of my ass cheek while he starts to finger me. It feels so fucking good, I’m rocking back against him, begging him for more. Alessio knows how to push all my buttons now. He’s made it his goal to study them, memorize them, and become a master of his craft. Mission accomplished.
He told me I had ten minutes, but I come for him in two. I’m clinging to the altar, silently pleading with him as I look over my shoulder.
“So greedy.” He slides his cock against the mess he left between my thighs, sinking inside of me way too slowly.
His fingers dig into my hips, and he growls as he bottoms out. I’ll never get tired of watching the way his head tips back and his mouth parts like he’s just entered heaven. It’s so hot I can’t stop staring. He knows it too. When he opens his eyes, he’s already starting to smirk at me.
“Creepy little stalker.”
I roll my ass against him, and that effectively puts an end to the conversation and resets the clock. He pulls back and thrusts into me, his pelvis slapping against my ass exactly how I like it. Sometimes, it’s a slow, torturous kind of love. Today, it’s hard and fast and intense.
My nails scrape against the altar as another orgasm rips through me, stealing my senses for a full minute. Alessio responds to my body as he always does, his cock jerking and spasming inside me as he releases himself. He falls forward, stroking my back as he kisses my neck.
“Have I satisfied your needs, dear wife?”
I roll my hips against him, nodding.
“Very well.” He pulls us both upright and then scoops me up into his arms, his cock swaying between his legs as he carries me to the bathroom. “I better wash this sin off you then. The ceremony’s about to start.”
Thanks for looking after her. I smooth my hair back over my shoulders and glance down at our sleeping angel in her stroller.
“It’s no problem.” Abella gives us a sly smile as her eyes bounce between us. “What are godmothers for?”
I peek up at Alessio and roll my eyes. He always gets us caught. He looks far too content, and it’s a dead giveaway every time.
Could you be any more obvious? I ask.
He shrugs and signs back. You’re the one that sent for me. I was just doing what was asked.
“You do know I can understand everything you’re saying, right?” Abella blushes.
I would never have known it until she admitted it, but she confessed to me one day after a few martinis that she’s still a virgin. It literally stunned me. She’s so confident and beautiful I can’t imagine there hasn’t been a man who’s tried, but she explained to me that the expectations are different when you’re from an upper-echelon family. She’s basically the definition of a Society princess, and therefore she’s supposed to save herself for her husband. Two years ago, I would have thought it sounded archaic, but admittedly, now I think it’s sort of sweet. I’m grateful that Alessio and I share so many firsts. He may not be my first experience, but he’s the first man I gave myself to freely, and I have no doubt in my mind he’ll be the last too.
Abella doesn’t talk much about her engagement, but I know she’s marrying a Sovereign Son too. I can only hope that he’ll make her as happy as I am.
A soft sound drifts up from the stroller, and Alessio edges closer, unable to resist himself. We both stare at our sleeping daughter in awe. Madalena Emilia Scarcello was born on a Tuesday, just after midnight. We named her after Alessio’s mother and sister. Even though she’s been here for six months, he still tells me often how much it means to him.
I never had any doubts that he’d be an amazing father because he already was, but Madalena has brought out a different side to him. He’s so gentle and attentive to her. Sometimes I want to cry just watching them together. Publicly, he’s still the same awkward, grouchy man that scares the shit out of everyone. At home, with our children, he’s a marshmallow on the inside. He takes care of us. He never lets any of us feel second-rate.
I couldn’t have asked for a better husband and friend. We juggle work and kids and Society things, and it keeps us busy, but at the end of the day, we always come back to each other. On the days when things aren’t always smooth sailing, we argue, and then we get over it and move on. It’s taken us both some time to trust that we can express our frustrations with each other, but we’ve learned to lean into the process. We hear each other out, and we deal with it together.
Next month, we’ll be renewing our vows in Greece. Alessio chartered a yacht for the occasion, and Nino can’t stop talking about it. It won’t be anything over the top. It will just be our little family in a beautiful place where Alessio and I will recite the promises we’ve made with new meaning. It’s important to him that he gets to do this over again. He still carries the guilt over his distance after our wedding, and this is his way of trying to make it right. It isn’t necessary because I’ve already forgiven him, and I tell him so often, but I know he needs this, so I’m happy to oblige.
He seems to be aware that I’m thinking about him as he wraps his arm around my back, settling his palm on my hip. He kisses my temple, lowering his voice so only I can hear.
“Thank you.”
I look up at him in question, and he regards me warmly.
“For being my wife.”
I kiss him back, and someone clears their throat. When we look up, the representative from IVI is arching a brow at us. He’s here as a witness for the ceremony of Madalena’s baptism. It’s something we were supposed to do after she was born, but we’re just now getting around to it. Alessio was raised in the Catholic church, but neither one of us are devoted members. He tells me it’s more about the ritual than anything. I could have said no, but I like the idea of our daughter being baptized. I wasn’t here for Nino’s, and that’s what today is really about. Family.
“We’ll be starting soon,” the representative tells us. “Where’s the godfather?”
Alessio checks his phone, but it’s not necessary. On cue, Angelo walks in the door with Nino at his side. They’re both dressed in suits, and Nino looks like a mini Alessio. I’m already plotting how many photos I’m going to sneak of them when Alessio speaks.
“There he is. It’s about time.”
Everyone turns to look at Angelo, including Abella. I anticipate that she probably knows him from The Society, but I’m not prepared when her mouth drops open, and she gasps. She brings a trembling hand to her face, rising from her seat as if she’s seen a ghost.
“Angelo?”
His eyes cut over her, colder than I’ve ever seen them. “Hello, Abella. Nice to see you too.”
The End.
BOOKS by A. ZAVARELLI
Boston Underworld Series
CROW
REAPER
GHOST
SAINT
THIEF
CONOR
Sin City Series
CONFESS
CONVICT
The Society Trilogy
REQUIEM OF THE SOUL
REPARATION OF SIN
RESURRECTION OF THE HEART
Ties that Bind Duet
MINE
HIS
Bleeding Hearts Series
ECHO
STUTTER
Standalones
BEAST
STEALING CINDERELLA
PRETTY WHEN SHE CRIES
HATE CRUSH
TAP LEFT
For a complete list of books and audios, visit http://www.azavarelli.com/books
About the Author
A. Zavarelli is a USA Today and Amazon bestselling author of dark and contemporary romance.
When she’s not putting her characters through hell, she can usually be found watching bizarre and twisted documentaries in the name of research.
She currently lives in the Northwest with her lumberjack and an entire brood of fur babies.
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