Stolen Wife

by Carina Blake

  AT THREE IN THE MORNING, the sounds of the ocean are a little louder tonight. Maybe it’s because I feel so damn alone. I slip out of my room and into the hallway with my bag. The house is super quiet. The front door easily opens, and I step out unnoticed. Shit, I should have stolen his car keys. Spinning around, I move to go back inside, but the door locks and I’m stuck outside. Fine. Walking is how it’s going to be. Hell, it’s not like I know how to drive anyway.

  Immediately, I regret what I’m doing because I didn’t really think this out. A broken heart can do that to a girl. The moon is full, which probably explains the steady waves crashing against the shore harder than usual. Joey told me that there’s hardly ever severe weather here and that we’re all clear for at least a week. It gives me a bit of peace to know I’m not fleeing during a tsunami or something.

  I’m just about around the beach house, but I’m not sure which way to go. It’s too late because I feel arms wrapped around me before I can move. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” I gasp, knowing that it’s Santino’s voice.

  Another dream. I pinch myself. “Ouch.”

  “It’s not a dream, baby. I’m here for you,” he growls against the shell of my ear. “Now, why the fuck are you trying to leave?”

  “It’s been over a week. What the fuck did you think I’d do?” I try to fight him off, but a big part of me loves the feel of his strength wrapped around me. “Get the hell away from me.”

  “What did I tell you about that mouth of yours? You’re going to pay for that.”

  “Leave me alone. You’re an asshole. I hate you.” I shove off and start to make a run for it, but he’s way too fast for me and I have nowhere to go, and honestly, nowhere I’d rather be. It feels too good to be true, and I hate him for making me feel that way.

  He flips me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing and swats my ass. “Time to pay up, wife.” How dare he call me that?

  “I’m not your wife. Put me down.” I wiggle in his arms, fighting him with every step.

  “Fine. You want to do this the hard way—cuffs it is.” I hear the dangling of the metal and feel my pussy gush just a little. I hate my treacherous body.

  Trying to at least put up a fight, I ask him, “Why are you here? Did you come to get your cow?”

  “Ha. Is this what this is about?” He opens the door and steps inside with Joey looking on. “Collect her bag and bring it back. After that, head into town for some breakfast and then bring some back for us in a few hours. Thanks.”

  “Sending him away? About time.” I glare at Joey from my upside down position, flipping him off. Joey leaves with a smirk on his fat face.

  “That’s not nice,” Santino scolds me, spanking my ass again. I try not to enjoy it because he’s a stupid bastard who trapped me.

  “You’re not nice.” I spank his ass and feel how firm it is, clenching my thighs together to control the lust that I shouldn’t feel for him.

  “No, I’m not.” Santino tosses me onto the bed, kicks off his shoes, and then crawls over me, pinning my arms over my head.

  “I don’t want you,” I spit out, narrowing my eyes at him. His hips dig into mine and his thick cock grinds on my pussy, causing me to roll my pussy up against him.

  “What did I tell you about lying to me?”

  “I don’t care if you don’t like it.”

  “I find it sexy when you fight the need you feel for me. Baby, you’re so damn hot that I want to be buried deep inside of you all the time.”

  “Yeah, you have a funny way of showing it.” I nudge my knee into his side, but it does nothing. “Get off of me.”

  “I’m not going to fuck you until you’re ready.” He grinds his hips on my pussy one more time before pushing off of me.

  “What the hell?” I don’t even know how to process his retreat.

  “What? I’m giving you what you want.”

  “Oh, my freedom? Yes!” I jump off the bed and move to the open bedroom door. I turn back around when I don’t hear him. Santino doesn’t give chase. Instead, he sits on the bed and spins the cuffs with his finger.

  “If that’s what you believe. I know that’s not exactly what you want.”

  “Really? Then what do I want?”

  “You want to be thoroughly well fucked until you’ve passed out from several orgasms.”

  “I doubt you could deliver anyway. It’s in the genetics.” He’s on me in a second. He’s so fast that I almost don’t see him coming. The next thing I know his mouth on mine, giving me a soul-stealing kiss.

  “You know I can make you come. We both know it, and I know if I test your sweet pussy, it’s going to be dripping with need, isn’t it?”

  “So?”

  “So why waste time fighting when I can show you how much I want to worship your body over and over again.” I hear the cuffs close around my wrists.

  I pull my lips away from him and use my chest to push back, but he grips me around the waist and holds me tight. “Bastard. Uncuff me.”

  “Not until you tell me the truth.”

  “The truth?” His hands snake down my sides, sending a shiver through me. I try to hold back a moan that aches.

  “Yes, the truth, Giada. Do you want me to make you come?”

  “No...” I close my eyes and absorb his touch while lying. A part of me doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing what he’s doing to me. Another wants to share everything with him.

  This is the first time I get to really look at him in over a week, and he’s hungry. His eyes roam up and down my body. “I’ve missed you, Giada. I know you don’t believe me.”

  “I hate you.” I fight back the tears, but the fight is gone in me. I want to be in his arms.

  “No, you don’t. That’s why you’re upset.”

  “You think you know everything, don’t you?”

  He grabs my bottom lip and tugs gently. “Not at all, but I do know you deserve someone better than me. I just can’t let you go.” I gasp as his other hand slides between my legs and his lips meet mine again. “Do you want to come for me?”

  “Yes, Santino,” I whimper, clenching my thighs around his hand.

  “Good girl.” He chuckles lightly, pulling away from me. I feel the loss and am ready to fight when he turns me around and undoes the cuffs. “I promised if you were honest with me, I’d take them off.” He trails the cuffs over my skin, sliding my top up with the press of the metal. Beads of sweat form over my body. I’m not sure if it’s from the heat or the way he sets my soul ablaze.

  Scooping me up in his arms, Santino carries me back to bed, laying me down and letting his hands linger over my waist. His teeth dig into his bottom lip as he stares at my abs.

  He grips and caresses my breasts, plucking on my hardened peaks through the lacy material. Growling, he reaches around and undoes the snap, tugging it off of me. “So fucking beautiful.” He bends down and sucks on my nipple before moving to the other one and showing it attention. “You’re mine, Giada. You belong to me and always will. Do you need me to prove it to you?”

  I shake my head. “I’m not yours,” I pant, lying through my teeth. He smiles at me, causing my core to tighten and my slit to drench my panties.

  “I told you about lying to me.” He reaches up and cuffs my wrists again, but this time I don’t even attempt to put up a fight. Smiling, he steals another kiss. “I know you’re mad, but I’m going to make it up to you—over and over again.”

  His tongue dips out, swiping just above the fabric and licking the top of my breast before kissing it. Slowly, he takes his time as he moves his mouth up my body to claim my lips. His fingers slide down my sides, over my hips and onto my thighs. He roughly pulls my leg over his hip, letting me feel his need.

  “I’m doing my best to stay in control, but just touching you, tasting you is sending me over the edge.” He reaches between us and slips his hand under my shorts.

  “I need you, Santino. Take me, please.” He stands back up, s
tripping completely naked. Then his hands come to my waistband, dragging my shorts and panties down together and tossing them somewhere behind him.

  “I’m going in bare. I’m clean and you’re clean. I need to feel all of you,” he grunts, getting onto his knees between my legs.

  “Thank God.”

  “Amen.” He lowers his head and kisses me as he lines his cock up with my pussy. I’m turned on and scared at the same time. The tip pushes inside, and I feel completely stretched out. Holy shit.

  “Santino,” I cry out, digging my nails into his biceps.

  “Giada, relax. I’m going to make you come, and then I’m going to do it again.” Santino presses his lips to my pulse, sucking on my skin, surely leaving his mark. “Mine,” he whispers, staring at his handiwork.

  Lazily he pushes deeper in me, claiming my pussy as his.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Santino

  Her pussy is so tight that I have to go slow or I’ll hurt her. As much as I want to ride her like a fucking bronco, I have to take it easy until she lets me have it all. The feel of her cunt wrapped about my cock is insanely too intense that I feel the pull to come. I can’t do that to her. Slipping out of her warmth, I move down between her legs, putting them over my shoulder as I take my first taste of her sweetness. I knew I’d be addicted, and that I am. I lick her from her slit to her ass, nipping her ass cheek before diving my tongue deep in her wetness, stealing every drop of need from her body.

  Giada lowers her cuffed wrists and runs her fingers through my hair. I could die a happy man between her legs. Plunging two fingers in, I try to open her up, stretching her wide while sucking on her little nub. “Santino. Shit, oh hell. I’m coming.” She thrusts her hips up, grinding her cunt on my face. I eat her up like the best fucking last meal, leaving nothing left on the plate. Rising up, I skim my tip up and down through her slit, stroking her with the underside of my cock until she’s whimpering for more.

  “Santino, I need you.” The way she says my name shoots straight through me and I can’t get enough.

  “Just what I needed to hear.” I push my way back into her heat, doing my best to keep from coming. I take her arms over her head and hold them down as I rock my hips in long, deep strokes. I shudder as I pull out and push back in.

  “Fuck me, Santino.”

  “I’m too damn close, Giada.” She ignores my revelation, wrapping her legs around my waist, locking her feet together against my ass, forcing me deeper into her tiny womb.

  “So am I,” she cries out. I have to taste her mouth. My tongue runs along the seam of her lips until she opens up, letting it slip inside. She moans and comes again. Her pussy seizes up, squeezing my cock until I lose all control, picking up speed until I roar out my own release. I kiss her face repeatedly as I attempt to get my breathing back to normal.

  “Giada. Giada. Giada.” I love her, but I’m not sure she’d believe me if I said it, so I sigh and then get up. We groan when I pull out. I could stay in her all day, but I want the cuffs off of her.

  “Are you okay?” she asks me.

  “You’re asking me if I’m okay? I’m more than okay, baby.” I bend down and scoop the key out of my pocket and climb back on bed and sit up while I grab her arms. “Let me get these off of you.”

  “Is it terrible that I like them, given everything I’ve been through?” I rub her wrists, massaging the redness away.

  “It’s not terrible at all. It means you trust me. You know that I’d never do anything to physically hurt you.”

  “Am I wise to do that?” There’s that flicker of doubt I expected to see. She’s been through hell and back. From now on I’m going to my best to make certain she only receives the love and passion she deserves.

  “Giada. I’d do anything and everything to keep you from harm. That’s why you’re here in the first place. I left you in the care of a man I’d trust my life with even though I’ve been totally jealous the entire time.”

  “Jealous? You thought I’d sleep with him?”

  “No, but he got to be in your presence while I missed you like crazy. Come here.” I hug her close to me so her body’s resting on mine.

  “That was amazing.” She clings to me, rubbing her hand over my chest. This feels too good to be true.

  I run my hand down her back, then twirl my fingers around the bottom of her hair, curling it and letting go repeatedly. “Tell me about it. How are you feeling? Honestly, I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

  She leans up on her elbows and blushes. “Only at first. There’s a world of difference in size.”

  “Ha. That’s for sure. I’m sorry.” I don’t want Rafael in our minds after what we did, but it’s a truth that can’t be avoided. Honestly, I regret nothing.

  “Don’t be. After I stretched wider, I came so quickly that I’m aching to do it again.” She bites her lip and reaches down over my shaft. I’m still hard as fuck because that’s the way I’ve been since I met her.

  I groan, digging my teeth into my lip, straining to stop from shooting off like a teenager. “Then climb on up, baby. He’s ready to go.”

  “But Joey might be back soon,” she reminds me. Frankly, I don’t give two fucks right now.

  “Then you better keep your voice down. I don’t want him hearing you come.” I grab her hand and yank her up to straddle me. She rolls her pussy over my cock, teasing me until I lift her up and then down, impaling her on my thick shaft. “I’ve already been jealous of all the time you spent together,” I growl out through clenched teeth.

  “You have nothing to be jealous about.” Giada moans, rolling her baby-carrying hips and squeezing her walls around my cock. “He hardly spoke to me unless it was to tell me to behave.”

  “Good. Enough about him. Ride me before I bend you over and fucking destroy your pussy.”

  “Yes, Santino,” she moans, bouncing up and down with her ass slapping on my thighs. Her juices start to coat my cock, making it easy for her to take me deep and fast.

  Suddenly, she pulls off my cock and slides down to taste us both. She sucks the tip in, causing me to jolt upward into a sitting position. Watching her greedily swallow me down deep, I lose it and thrust my fingers into her hair and take control.

  “Fuck, Giada. Suck me, baby. Taste us both.” With a roaring growl, my cum shoots straight down her slender throat. She swallows and keeps sucking, getting me hard again.

  I flip her onto her back and drive into her pussy over and over until she’s screaming out my name, clinging to me as she comes.

  We lay there in the sweaty mess we created, and I feel so fucking happy that I can’t even explain it. All my life I waited to get even with my brother only to fall in love with Giada. It’s going to piss him off even more than I ever hoped, but she’s more to me than just an opportunity for revenge. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a wife. My heart and soul know that she’s the only one and it’ll always be that way.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Giada

  He wraps me up with the blanket after closing the bedroom door. “Let’s rest a little bit. You look exhausted.”

  With a smiling sigh, I say, “I can’t imagine why. Please tell me you’re not going to leave me the second I fall asleep.”

  “I’m not going anywhere.” He kisses my lips and then turns off the lights.

  He snuggles up with me, cradling me until we wake up four hours later.

  A knock at the door stirs me awake. I move, and Santino isn’t lying next to me. If it wasn’t for the deep ache in my pussy, I’d believe I dreamed of it all. Shit. I look around the room, and there’s no sign that he’s even been in the room. So he fucked me and rushed out. I’m such a pathetic idiot.

  The door opens and it’s Santino, carrying in a food tray. “I thought.”

  “I know. I told you I wasn’t leaving.”

  “But you will eventually, and then I’m going to be forced to stay here, right?”

  “I want to say that’s not the truth, but ther
e’s lots of issues right now and it’s not safe.”

  “Fine. If you leave without me, I won’t be staying here anymore. I’ll do whatever I can to get away for good. I’m not going to be drugged again and left on my own.” I’d had enough of the bait and switch. He has drugged me twice. The first time I was grateful. The second was hurtful. I can’t take that again. It’s not respect or love and that’s what I want from him.

  “Damn it, Giada. Do you think that I really want to leave you here?” He thrusts his hands through his hair, and then down his face.

  “I don’t know. I guess getting easy access to pussy might be the only reason you’d want to take me back home.”

  “Enough. Eat your food. Come talk to me when you’re feeling less pissy and we can talk.” He storms out of the room, but he doesn’t close the door. Angry and hurt, I grumble under my breath before getting out of bed to get dressed. I snatch up a piece of bacon, biting into it like a starving dog, almost laughing at myself at the visual I’m presenting. It calms me down for a moment, and I go into the bathroom to freshen up after swiping another piece of bacon.

  I turn on the shower, taking off his tee shirt and looking in the mirror. My body is marked up with his fingerprints and bites. God, I can’t believe how incredible it felt. Closing my eyes and shaking my head, I try to put that behind me. I can’t live like this, no matter how good he makes me feel when I’m in his arms.

  “What am I going to do?” I sigh, knowing that I don’t have an answer. I’ve been as patient as I can be about waiting for his return, and he’s leaving me again. How can I wait? How can I run away? My chest burns and I’m not sure why. I’ve never felt like this before, and I’m not sure what it is. Finally turning off the water, I step out and wrap my hair in a towel and another around my chest.

  I’m so exhausted that I just want to give in and do whatever Santino wants, but I also don’t want to be without him. Picking out a light, summery dress, I dry off and then slip on some undergarments. I love the soft feel of the dress as it slides down my skin. He did have a lot of nice things ordered for me. They’ve been coming every single day. More and more clothes, as if I’m going to be living here forever.