Adrian's Vengeance: A Dark Mafia Romance

by Isabella Starling

  But he seems to have other plans in mind. "We're going to create something together," he tells me. He places a canvas on the floor and spurts thick globs of paint all over it.

  They're all pastels, gorgeous colors that look beautiful together, though I still don't understand what Adrian's trying to do until he turns to face me with a devious smile. "I want us to paint together."

  "I didn't know you knew how to paint—Oh!" A smile tugs on the corner of my lips as I realize what he wants. "You mean..."

  "Yes." He takes a step forward and gently begins peeling the shirt off my body. I unbutton his shirt. At first, we go slow but soon enough, our desires take over and we're ripping at each other's clothes. More eager than ever to press our bodies together and explore this new bond, the one we've sworn to obey until death do us part.

  "I can't live without you," Adrian whispers in my ear.

  "Good thing you don't have to." I strip the shirt off his body, admiring his inked, muscular torso one more time. "I'll never get enough of looking at you."

  "Likewise,” he says.

  I giggle as he gently lays me down on the canvas. The paint feels sticky and wet beneath me.

  "Don't pay any attention to what it's going to look like,” he instructs. “Just enjoy yourself. Let me admire you."

  I nod, wanting to go along with what he's saying even though my nerves are getting the best of me. I want this. I want Adrian to know every bit of me, to commit every inch of my skin to memory. That's what lovers do—except now we're so much more than just two people sleeping together. After all, Adrian is my husband... and I have the wonderful duty to please him every day for the rest of our lives.

  He tries to object as I lower myself until I'm between his legs, but I pay him no mind. My lips wrap around the head of his cock and I moan, greedily sucking at his tip. "I missed this," I whisper, flicking my tongue against the dripping slit of his cockhead. "I can't ever be without you anymore... Can't imagine a life without you."

  "You don't have to," he reminds me, fingers wrapping in my hair. "Fuck, bambina, you're driving me goddamn crazy..."

  I keep licking and sucking, showing him just how much pleasure I can give him with my mouth alone "Get used to it," I smirk, continuing to torture him with the feather-light strokes of my tongue. "I'm never going to stop showing you how much I love you..."

  He groans as I bring him closer and closer, right to the brink of an orgasm. I'm more than eager to push through and swallow his seed again, but Adrian seems to have something else in mind as he lays me gently on my back. Everything is messy, with pastel colors mixing into beautiful rainbows on our skin and on the canvas.

  "I can't resist fucking you," he mutters. "I read up online... It shouldn't impact the baby."

  I nod. "Please... I've missed you so much."

  "We'll go see the doctor after this," he promises as he kisses a line over my neck, my throat, my torso, and finally down to my overheated center.

  I moan his name as he continues, gently sucking, biting, teasing me until I'm ready to do anything and everything just to have a taste of my own impending orgasm.

  Adrian knows exactly what he's doing. He merely smirks at me as I turn my pleading eyes to his, saying, "You want it yet?"

  "I always want it," I whisper. "I need you inside me."

  He takes his cock out. Once again, I find myself marveling at his size, his cock growing thicker and bigger with every second that passes. As the anticipation builds, Adrian places his long dick over my belly, showing me just how deep inside me he can reach. I gasp at the sight.

  He doesn't seem intent on pleasure-pain tonight. Instead, he's gentle, loving in a way that makes my head spin and my heart race. He gently slides inside me, allowing me some time to adjust to his girth. He stretches me around his cock while I moan his name, already so very desperate for the release he keeps dangling in front of me, then pulling away.

  "Please," I find myself begging. "I'm going to die if we don't come together..."

  "You're not going to die…" He grins wickedly. "Although it might feel close to that..." His fingers join his cock between my legs.

  While he thrusts inside me, his fingers massage my clit and make me moan his name louder and louder. I can only hope no one can hear us otherwise, I'll be in for a world of embarrassment tomorrow. Right now, I couldn't care less. All that matters is that we're together. Adrian is touching me, fine-tuning my body to fit his needs and his needs alone.

  I may have been a kept captive when I first came here, but now I'm anything but that. I want this, want him and I do not intend on holding back my desires any longer.

  As he thrusts inside me and his fingers keep working away, I dig my fingernails into his back. Our eyes meet.

  "I can't take it anymore," I whisper. "I need you to come inside me...Together."

  "Not yet," he grunts, picking up his rhythm.

  This goes on until I'm a needy mess so eager for a release my fingers have clawed his back. "Please, Adrian!" I'm losing patience and the edge of my orgasm is tipping me closer and closer to the edge. But if I fall now, Adrian is sure to punish me... And it feels a thousand times better to come with his permission. "I can't take it anymore, stop torturing me, give me what I want, please..."

  "What do you want?" He pushes his cock deep inside me. "Tell me what you want, my bambina, so I can give it to you..."

  "Don't stop," I whisper. "Please don't stop, keep going, keep pushing me, don't let me come..."

  He smirks while I blush, realizing I've played right into his game. He's the one who's got me wrapped around his finger now. He's the one who calls the shots, I'm merely the puppet on whose strings he's pulling, making me dance any way he fucking wants.

  If I didn't know any better, I'd be scared of this influence he has over me. But by now, I trust Adrian. I know he'd never use it against me. He may use my body, but he'd never take advantage of it.

  "Please, I'm so close," I beg again. "I can't hold back any longer!"

  "Then get ready," he grunts, pushing into me as he pinches my clit between two fingers. "Does it hurt, bambina?"

  "Yes," I whisper. "I love it, hurt me more, make me come, Adrian, please!"

  "Fucking come," he growls.

  Now, the room is lost to a cacophony of sounds as our bodies are taken over by pure desire, bending, molding together as if we were always one, never apart, never without each other.

  My orgasm washes over my in waves and doesn't stop. I see stars, fireworks erupting before my eyes as I feel Adrian filling me, muttering my name over and over again as if he's saying a prayer.

  I can't imagine love feels better than this. This is what I've spent my entire life wishing, hoping for, and now… I finally have it.

  Spent, we lie together on the canvas and only then do I remember what a mess we must have made.

  Adrian picks me up and we admire the chaos on the canvas ‒ colors bleeding into one another, slashes of angry pink, mixing with calm blues and vivid greens.

  "It's beautiful," I whisper. "We made this."

  "We made more than that." Adrian wraps his arms around me, his hands coming to rest on my tummy. "We made love, and we're going to make a family next."

  "Thank you, Adrian," I whisper. "You showed me everything I never knew I desperately needed."

  He turns me around in his arms, kissing me deeply as he murmurs, "And you've done the same for me, bambina."

  43

  Adrian

  3 months later

  Marzia's really starting to show now. She's entered her second trimester, but the doctor assures us it is still safe for her to travel. And I’m eager to get away from the Estate. After all, I am a married man now…I have no reason to stay at home any longer.

  Father has told us he's prepared a surprise for us, and Marzia stares out of the car window expectantly as we drive away from the Estate. Father and I talk while the landscape changes outside.

  "Have I been there before?" Marzia asks.
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br />   "I told you, I'm going to keep it a surprise until we get there," Father sternly replies. "I'm not going to spoil it just because you're nosy."

  Marzia pouts.

  It makes me laugh as I pull her against me.

  She settles into the crook of my arm, her eyes glued to the car window as we pull away from our last home.

  All I know is that Father has secured a new home from us. So, he's sending us away along with six maids and six guards to help us get started. We won't want for anything…I've made a fortune selling the art Vitto had stolen, and we're set for life.

  I've explained to Father that I want to take a step back from the famiglia. As much as I didn't want to admit it, the events of the past few months have scarred me, too.

  Thinking about the death toll our riffs have caused makes me feel physically sick. I don't want to kill people anymore. I want a quiet life with my wife by my side. Luckily for me, my father has gone along with the plan, agreeing to free me of my duties to the mafia. I'm a free man now, and I couldn't feel better for it.

  We drive for an hour until Marzia shoots up in her seat, her eyes finding Father's as she says, "Are we going where I think we're going?"

  "Wait and see." He smirks at her.

  It takes a while longer, but when we arrive, I'm as shocked as Marzia.

  The guards open the doors for us.

  Excited, Marzia flees out of the car.

  I pull Father to the side, muttering, "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

  "You tell me." He shrugs, pointing to Marzia. "Look at your wife. Have you ever seen her happier?"

  I do as he says, drinking in Marzia's gorgeous features. She's smiling wider than I've ever seen her.

  We're at the Da Costa Mansion now. I would've thought it was abandoned after the massacre that happened here, but that isn't the case.

  The house may have a terrible history, but Marzia doesn't seem to care about any of that as she stares at her former home. She wipes a tear from her eyes. "Can we stay here?" she asks in a whisper, turning to face us. "Can this be our home?"

  "Yes." Father nods. "I have arranged for you both to stay here and if you so wish, to handle the distillery together. Adrian, you're still welcome to conduct art trades for us, of course, but I thought this would be a good way to bring in some extra money. And keep tradition alive, to make Marzia's nonna proud."

  She shocks us both by approaching my father and wrapping him up in a tight hug.

  Awkwardly, Father pats my wife's back.

  Marzia shows us around the property herself.

  I can tell she's delighted Father kept up with taking care of this place. The halls have been scrubbed, redone and redecorated. This place is perfect for a young couple like us, who is just looking to start over.

  Once we've completed the tour of the grounds, Father asks us to sit down in what used to be Marzia's father's office.

  If she's upset by being in the room, she doesn't show it. Absent-mindedly, my wife rubs her swollen belly as she inspects the new furnishings of the office.

  "I would like you to keep working on the distillery," Father says once we all sit down. "There's no reason to stop now, as everything is fully operational and I've ensured it's up to your standards, Marzia."

  "Thank you." She nods. "Are there any workers from the old distillery still around?"

  "Yes, the village is full of them. Last I spoke to them, they seemed delighted to hear of your return." Father nods.

  "And what about me?" I ask out loud. "I am a Bernardi after all. We are responsible for everything that happened here. Do they hold it against us?"

  "No." Father shakes his head. "It seems relationships with the Da Costa family and the villagers have been… ah, strained for a long time. Did you know about this, Marzia?"

  My wife nods. "Father didn't like the villagers. He called them commoners. I won't make the same mistake."

  "I have every confidence you can turn the Da Costa grappa back into a profitable business," Father says.

  "It's not the Da Costa grappa anymore." Marzia takes my hand and smiles up at me. "It's the Da Costa Bernardi grappa from now on. I'll work on getting all the labels changed."

  Father doesn't say anything, but I can tell he's moved by her gesture.

  I don't pretend to understand the relationship my wife has with my father, but I know it's complicated, layered, but not problematic. They seem to care about each other a great deal, perhaps even connecting on a level Father and I never connected on.

  "There's something else," Father goes on, patting my hand. "Something I need to tell you. Something I've been hiding for a very long time. But I'm ready for the truth to come out now."

  "What is it?" I'm instantly worried, brows shooting up as I try to meet Father's gaze.

  He won't look at me. He stares out the window of the office, pondering his words for a long time before he speaks up.

  "I tried to raise my children the same way I was raised," he begins. "Strictly but with the right amount of care. Perhaps that was my first mistake. I never got close with my sons, not one of them. And now that I'm an old man, I'm starting to regret that."

  "It's not too late," Marzia whispers, patting his hand.

  Father laughs bitterly. "Unfortunately, it will be too late very soon."

  "What does that mean?" I furrow my brows, staring between the two of them. "Is there something I don't know?"

  "I've been diagnosed with cancer," Father delivers the news flatly. "When I found out months ago, they told me it was untreatable. I have some time left, but no one really knows how long. Could be years or could be weeks. The cancer has spread so much there is no hope for my body. All those years of drinking and smoking have caught up with me. I'm... I'm dying, Adrian."

  I swallow thickly, unable to handle the weight of his words. This can't be true. He's my father ‒ the only family I've ever known ‒ since my biological parents decided not to keep me. I don't cry, but I feel myself getting emotional at the sound of Father's words.

  "There must be something we can do," I rush to say. "Doctors, programs, experimental drugs..."

  "I don't want that," Father shakes his head vehemently. "I am blessed to have found out when I did. It gives me time to put my affairs in order before I have to die. And I've had a long, happy life. I've seen enough. Now I've seen my son happy with his woman. I just hope I get the chance to take care of your brothers before my life is taken away from me."

  "Father—I..." I'm struggling for words, which rarely happens to me. I have no idea what to think of Father's news, how to react to the shocking truth that has rendered me utterly speechless.

  "Don't worry about saying anything." He pats my hand. "My life has caught up with me and soon, it will be time for me to say goodbye. But I can leave this world happily, knowing you will soon have a son to continue our family name."

  Marzia laughs, even though there are traces of tears in her pretty eyes. "What if it's a daughter?"

  "It won't be." Father's eyes sparkle with mischief as he winks at her.

  Father leaves a couple of days later, leaving us with some staff to help us get the house in order.

  Marzia insists on working despite her condition.

  I can tell it helps her to stay active, so I allow her to work in her new office every day.

  Every trace of what happened at the Da Costa Mansion has been erased. And any unpleasant memories my wife has of this place, she's determined to wipe out. She's hired a new decorator, a new gardener and a new housekeeper to take care of everything. We will find our happiness here, soon.

  But there's one thing I still have to do.

  That night, I return home late from the distillery but with a plan forming in my head. I already called to the house and told Marzia to be ready for me tonight. She will be waiting on her knees in our bedroom when I return, I have no doubt about it. The last thing she wants to do is disappoint me now, and besides, I know the same hungry lust that powers my own body runs through her v
eins, too.

  I head back to the house and greet the new workers. They will all give us some privacy tonight. I've made sure of that.

  Stopping in the hallway, I take a deep breath. Tonight is important to me, so I want it to go perfectly. Tonight, I will officially mark Marzia as mine.

  I open the door of the bedroom and there she is, on the floor just as I requested. She's naked, her swollen belly making me smile as I close the door of the bedroom and lock it twice.

  She's wearing one of my silk ties as a blindfold, just as I told her to.

  I can hear my wife's labored breathing as I slowly shrug off my blazer and place it over the chair. I want to fuck her desperately, but tonight is about so much more than just making her submit to me body, mind and soul. I want to own her.

  Tonight is the end as my vengeance comes to an end—tonight, I will make Marzia Da Costa my fucking property.

  I pull out the square velvet box from my blazer and place it on the bed. Marzia will get to see it soon enough, but before then, I want to tease her, make her absolutely desperate for the pleasure only I can give her.

  I run my fingertips over her silky smooth hair, then over her cheeks, her full lips, down her neck.

  She takes a sharp breath every time my skin makes contact with hers. She's shivering. Not because it's cold, but because she knows something special is going to happen tonight. The promise of it hangs thick and heavy in the air, reminding me of how important tonight is.

  "Open your mouth," I mutter.

  My wife does as she's told, allowing my finger to slip between her lips. She sucks my thumb greedily, as if she's already practicing to take my cock in every little hole she has to offer.

  I groan at the sight and feel of her. She makes me so fucking hard just by doing something like this. I'll never get enough of Marzia. My vendetta against her family may be over, but I'm nowhere near done making her mine every day for the rest of our lives.

  Beneath the blindfold, two twenty-four-karat gold barbells still decorate her nipples. We know we'll have to take them out soon, but we're both enjoying the time we have left with her piercings. Tugging, biting and playing with them has been my favorite pastime for months.