He takes a step toward me, gathering my hands in his, then leans forward and presses a kiss to each of my cheeks before he straightens. He continues holding my hands, his eyes searching my face and his lips twitch.
“You look all grown up, simply beautiful,” he says.
I shift from foot to foot, feeling a bit uncomfortable under his gaze. He laughs softly and releases my hands, but doesn’t step away from me. Instead, he continues to focus on me, then his eyes turn almost sad looking.
“How are you doing? With everything going on, I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
Clearing my throat, I glance to the side, trying to find Benicio, but I can’t see him anywhere. “He’s giving us some privacy, though I assume it’s probably killing him. Why don’t we sit down and talk?” he asks, jerking his chin toward the sofa.
I nod my head, following behind him. He sits down in the chair, and I sit down in the corner of the sofa next to him, watching and waiting for him to explain to me why he’s here, and what will be happening next.
“Benicio is one of my most trusted men right now. However, you’re famiglia. Luciana tells me that as children you were both very close. I remember you fondly as a child. He’s asked me for a favor, a rather large one and it concerns you, but you have a choice in the outcome.”
“I do?” I ask.
Gavino leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Some say Luciana has made me soft. Maybe she has. Probably a little anyway.” He grins. “I am giving you this choice because you are a principessa and at the end of the day, I am the one responsible for you.”
“What is my choice?” I ask.
My entire body is trembling, shaking, needing to know what he’s going to offer me, what he’s going to say to me.
“Your choices are, I can arrange a match of some kind and you’re young, so it won’t be difficult…”
“Or?” I ask when he pauses too long.
“He wants to marry you, Nicola.”
Benicio said it, I didn’t believe him when he did, but he said it was what he wanted. My breath hitches, in surprise even though this isn’t new information, but it does feel real.
“Not to be his comáre, but to be his wife, his legal wife?” I ask.
Gavino’s head jerks, his gaze swings toward the direction of Benicio’s office, then shifts back to me. “Is that what he offered you? To be his comáre?” he barks.
Shrugging a shoulder, I lick my lips. “In the beginning. He was angry, my father, he made me try to get information on the Zanetti famiglia when we were together two years ago. I felt like I didn’t have a choice. Benicio became very upset when he found out. He left, and I hadn’t seen him since then, not until he showed up here a few weeks ago.”
Gavino’s lips turn up into a smirk and he nods his head. “So, he got played. That’s what had him in a piss poor mood about you. Well, interesting. Good to know,” he laughs.
Reaching for his arm, I wrap my fingers around his forearm and I shake my head. “Don’t make it a big deal. It was a long time ago, different bosses were in charge. Please don’t be angry,” I whisper.
Gavino throws back his head with a bark of laughter, then he straightens and clears his throat as he shifts his gaze back to meet mine. “I’m not angry. I think it’s hilarious as fuck. Big bad Benicio got played by a little eighteen-year-old girl. I fucking love it.”
“Gavino,” I snap, trying to keep from smiling because his laugh and smile are completely infectious.
He shakes his head, holding his hand up as he attempts to calm down. “Okay. Okay,” he says as he takes a deep breath in, then releases it.
“You would be okay with our getting married?” I ask, guiding the conversation back on course.
He hums, lifting his hand to wrap his fingers around the back of his neck. “Would it be a love match?” he asks.
Sinking my teeth into the corner of my lip, I nod. “I’ve loved him since I was eighteen years old.”
Gavino’s lips twitch into a small smile, then he dips his chin. “Then, I give my approval for the match. The wedding needs to be fitting for the new Boss. It will be like mine and Luciana’s. It’s a show to the rest of the famiglias, to the men left in the Ricci famiglia. This solidifies him as the Boss, and you as his queen.”
“But he’s still under you? So, what does that make you?” I ask.
Gavino’s lips turn up into a wide smile. “That makes me an emperor. This is the beginning of the Zanetti empire.”
Gavino leaves without saying anything to Benicio. He informs me that he’ll be in contact with him later, then gives me a wink and it’s then that I know he’s going to razz him about being played by me.
Inhaling a deep breath, I make my way toward Benny’s office. Lifting my hand, I wrap my fingers around the doorknob and twist it as I push it open. He’s sitting in his office chair, his lips turned down into a frown as he stares at his computer screen.
He’s focusing on whatever it is that he’s doing and he doesn’t even realize that I’m here. Slipping into the room, I quietly close the door behind me, locking the deadbolt before I start to make my way toward him.
His entire space is completely wiped clean of any remnants of blood from the shootings earlier. I should feel guilty that I killed a man, a man that I thought cared for me. I don’t. Maybe it’s my father’s Ricci blood inside of me, but I’m glad that Q is dead. He was a piece of shit, completely worthless.
“Are you just going to stare or are you going to come over here and see me?” Benny asks, his voice deep and full of something unreadable.
My body jerks and my feet begin to move toward him. I watch as he turns in his office chair to face me as I round the corner of his desk.
“Gavino and I had a chat,” I offer.
“And?”
“Did you mean it, when you asked him if you could marry me?” I ask.
Benicio tilts his head to the side, his lips twitching into a small smile. “I did, Nicola,” he says.
“You want to marry me, for real?”
I gasp as he stands to his feet, his eyes never leaving mine. He’s so beautiful, so handsome. I don’t know how or why he wants to be with me, but I’m not about to question it either.
He can have whoever he wants, there are dozens that he could choose from. I offer absolutely nothing for him. He already has complete control of my money, of my properties, of everything.
“Nicola Ricci,” he says as he sinks down to one knee.
I let out a sob, I can’t control it, it just escapes me. Lifting my hand, I cover my mouth as he holds my left hand in his. “Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? You’re the woman that I fell for. I don’t know how it happened, all I know is that it’s always been you for me, Nicci. Be mine, for the rest of our days.”
“Yes,” I choke.
He smiles as he rises to his feet. His hands wrap around my waist and he pulls me roughly against his chest before he slams his mouth down against mine. I whimper as his tongue fills my mouth.
Lifting my hands, I grip his shoulders and I just hold on and I know that I’ll be able to hold on for the rest of my life, because I’m going to be Mrs. Martinelli.
Chapter Twenty
BENICIO
Refusing to get up for the day, I decide that today I’m going to spend as many minutes inside of Nicola’s body as possible.
I don’t fucking exist to the outside world. Nicola is face down in the pillows, her soft breaths being the only sound in the room.
Her dark blonde hair is spread out around the pillows and her bare back. Gathering her mass of hair in one hand, I slide it off of her back and place it neatly in a fall down one shoulder before I lean over and touch my mouth to the other side of her neck. I hear her let out a soft exhale.
Pressing my side against hers, I continue to kiss her neck, moving my mouth down to her shoulder. Then I move down her back, tasting her, kissing her the entire time. Reaching the top of her ass, I gently sink my t
eeth into her plump flesh.
“Benny,” she moans as she spreads her thighs.
I laugh as I lick the spot that I just bit. “Need something?”
“Please,” she whimpers.
I know what she wants, but she’s not going to get it immediately. I want her on the edge, on the brink of insanity.
I want her screaming for relief, sweaty and panting. I want it all from her and I’m going to take it until there’s nothing fucking left.
Shifting my body down, I settle between her legs. Wrapping my fingers around her hips, I jerk her back and immediately bury my face against her cunt. She gasps, pushing against me even farther.
With a growl, I eat her like a starving man. I have been starving, for her, for stability. I have it all now. I’ve taken over her famiglia. I’ve claimed her, and soon the world will know that she is my regina—my queen.
It doesn’t take her long to come, her body needy and greedy for me, for what I can give her—for release.
I don’t stop to allow her to catch her breath. I continue to eat her, my tongue working her sensitive nub no matter how many times that she cries it’s too much or begs me to stop.
She moans between whimpers, between begs, and pushes back against me in a silent plea for more. And more she will always have from me.
When she comes a second time, only then do I release my hold on her hips and shift away from her pussy.
I kiss up her back, my cock settled between her legs. She jumps when she feels the head of my dick against her sensitive clit.
Lifting her head, she looks over her shoulder and opens her eyes slightly. She looks fucking beautifully exhausted.
“Morning, passerotta,” I hum.
She grins, biting the corner of her lip. “Morning, Benny.”
“What do you want?” I ask.
Her lips twitch into a larger smile. “What do you want to give me?” she asks.
I can think of a few things, but I don’t say them aloud. I drag my fingers up her side, slipping two between her soft lips. I watch her eyes darken as she begins to suck on my fingers.
Her tongue swirling around them. Before I lose my load all over her pussy, I take my fingers from her mouth and slip them between us, then press them against her tight back entrance.
Massaging her hole, I watch her, waiting to see her reaction. Nicola’s lips part slightly as she shifts her hips slightly to meet my fingers’ touch.
“You okay with that, Nicci?” I ask.
She lets out a moan. “With you? Always. Anything.”
“Yeah?” I ask, slightly surprised. “You trust me now, passerotta?” I ask, leaning down to touch my mouth against hers.
“I always have,” she says.
I hate that I can’t say the same. I believe her when she claims that she’s always trusted me. Nicola has always shown me her true heart, even when she wasn’t supposed to give it to me, she did. Even when I thought I didn’t want it, I had it all.
Reaching for the drawer of my nightstand, I grab a bottle of lube. She doesn’t say anything about the fact that I happen to have lube in my drawer.
I’m thankful, because no way in fuck do I want to explain the reason I have it here, in what is now our bedroom.
Squirting some on my fingers, I rise to my knees and slip my fingers against her back entrance, massaging her. Gripping her cheek with my other hand, I spread her and watch as my fingers play with her there.
Nicola moans, shifting back onto her own knees and pushes backward, showing me all of her, silently begging for more of me, more of this. Slowly, I slip my fingers inside of her, biting my bottom lip as my cock aches to replace my fingers.
I pump in and out of her, watching her reaction and the way a light sheen of sweat appears on her skin.
The way goosebumps break out over her entire body as she pushes back to meet my thrusting fingers. She whimpers as I scissor my fingers, her hips rolling and searching, in their own way begging for more.
“Please, God, please,” she cries.
Glancing down, I notice that she’s gripping the sheets next to her face so tightly that her knuckles have turned white. Removing my fingers from inside of her, I grab ahold of the lube again and coat my cock with it, then add a little more to her entrance.
“Lay down, Nicci,” I gently order.
I watch as she slowly lays down on her stomach, her head turned to the side as she lets out her breaths in puffs. Reaching for her hips, I adjust her the way that I need her, just the right angle to satisfy both of us.
Aligning the head of my dick with her back entrance, I let out a breath and force myself to sink slowly inside of her.
Grabbing ahold of the cheeks of her ass, I spread her apart as I bury myself farther inside of her, deeper and deeper until I’m fully seated inside of her tight body.
“You good, baby?” I ask through gritted teeth. She nods her head, looking back over her shoulder at me as she pushes up on her hands. “Fuck,” I grind out.
Sliding one of my hands from her ass, my fingers move around her hip until I find her clit. She’s swollen from her two orgasms. She’s warm and soft, her body made just for me, better than I ever imagined she could ever feel.
Unable to stay still a moment longer, I begin to rub firm circles against her clit while my hips shift back before moving forward. Slow and steady, I fuck her ass, careful to watch her facial expressions for any discomfort.
There is none.
Just pleasure.
Only Nicola feeling her man move inside of her.
“Harder,” she begs.
With a grunt, I give her what she wants. I fuck her ass harder, my hips slamming against the globes of her ass, my fingers working her clit at the same time.
Her entire body trembles beneath mine, her thighs shaking with each move of my body against hers until she throws back her head on a sob and I feel her ass clench around my cock as she comes for the third time.
Moving my hand from her clit, I wrap my fingers around her hip and I thrust inside of her two more times before I bury my dick deep and I finally come.
Neither of us able to hold ourselves up, we both collapse on the bed, my body landing heavily against her back.
Immediately, I start to push up, but she reaches for my hand and holds on to me. “Stay there,” she whispers. “Stay on top of me, stay inside of me.” Her voice is soft, tired sounding—exhausted.
I only stay on top of her for a moment, afraid that my weight is too much for her. Slowly, I pull out of her ass and let out a grunt at the sight of my cum leaking from her back entrance. It’s fucking beautiful, she’s fucking beautiful.
Standing from the bed, I walk over to the bathroom and start a bath. Once the water is the temperature that I desire, I make my way back to Nicola. Rolling her onto her back, I cradle her in my arms and take her to the tub.
I sink down into the water, her in my arms, without uttering a single word. We take a warm bath together, wrapped in one another’s arms, and I wonder if this is the way we will always be. I hope that we are.
I’m under no illusion that we won’t fight, I’m sure we’ll have some big knock-out drag-out fights coming our way, but this, I hope we always come back around to this.
NICOLA
I wake warm, snuggled down in the soft fluffy bedding, but alone. Frowning, I look around the room, hoping that Benny just went to the bathroom or something. But, I’m alone, I can just feel it.
Sitting up, I make sure to keep the covers over my chest and take a better look around the room.
Glancing at the nightstand, I hope to see my phone, but it’s not there. I have a feeling that I won’t have much of a phone from now on, not unless Benicio wants me to have one.
I should hate that, hate that he can control me that way, but in my world, it’s not really a bad thing, not if it’s the right man.
And Benicio is the right man. At least, for me. He’s more than I could have ever dreamed possible for myself. Not only do I care
deeply for him, he does for me as well. He didn’t have to ask Gavino if he could marry me, but he wants to.
A love match.
They are a rarity in the famiglia. Maybe you’ll fall in love with your spouse, eventually, but to be in love on your wedding day, it usually doesn’t happen. I’m lucky to have found mine.
Also, he wants me at his side for business and that never happens. Benicio is different from the others, and I can’t wait for the rest of our lives.
“You’re awake,” his voice calls out from the doorway.
Turning my head, I look over at him. He’s completely dressed for the day in his normal three-piece suit. His hair is damp but combed neatly, his face freshly shaven. He looks like heaven on earth.
“Are you working?” I ask.
He dips his chin, taking a couple of steps toward me. “Just answering emails. Apparently, we have a meeting with the zoning commission.”
“We?” I ask.
His lips twitch. “Yeah, passerotta, we. I wasn’t fucking with you when I said that I wanted you at my side. I want you with me always,” he says as he sinks down on the bed next to me. I hold my breath when his hand reaches out, and he cups my cheek with his palm. “How are you? Sore?” he asks.
My lips turn up into a small smile at the expression on his face. Sure, he looks concerned, but mostly he looks triumphant, and a bit cocky.
Lifting my own hand, I wrap my fingers around his wrist and gently squeeze.
“Sore, but manageable.” I smile. “What time do we meet?” I ask.
“Two hours,” he murmurs, his eyes searching mine. “But we’re leaving in an hour, we have a pit stop to make.”
“We do?”
He nods, his eyes never leaving mine. I love having his dark blue gaze focused on me, anywhere on me. There’s just something in the way that he looks at me that makes me feel.
I lick my lips, thinking about how he felt buried inside of my ass, stretching me like nobody else ever has, owning me from the inside out. I want it again.
“Tonight, I’ll fuck your pussy, give that ass a rest.” He grins.
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