Page 50 of Twisted In Obsession

Thirty minutes ago, the final course of dinner was served and though a handful of our guests are still eating their dessert, everyone else seems to be enjoying the soft music or engaging in conversation. It wasn’t a large service and that was intentional. I wanted to keep it small with only my closest friends, family, a couple of my trusted capos and their wives. Maybe sometime in the future, when everything has settled down, we can have a bigger wedding, something that would be expected for a Don. But for now, today was perfect.

Movement out of the corner of my eye has my gaze shifting to Leo. Though he is sitting, talking with Mario and Giuseppe, his eyes are on my wife as he watches her … wistfully?

My jaw clenches, eyes boring holes in the side of his head. He must sense me watching him, because in the next moment, his head snaps up, gaze locking on mine. He swallows nervously, a look of contemplation on his face before he makes his decision. Pushing out of his seat, he heads straight for me.

“Great wedding, Nico,” he says, dropping down in the seat beside me.

Irritation slithering through me, I eyeball him. “It is. But if you don’t take your eyes off my wife, it will end as a red wedding. Withyourblood.”

He watches me cautiously, exhaling a sigh. “I meant no disrespect, Nico. It’s just, I haven’t seen Ocean since we brought her home. I wanted to apologize for everything that went down.”

“There is nothing to apologize for. You were simply following the orders that I issued.” I wave him off. Staring him down, I wait for him to challenge my words. Fortunately for him, he doesn’t.

He nods, conceding. “You’re right. Congratulations. You’re a lucky man. She really is beautiful.”

I stiffen, red hot possessiveness rushing through my veins. This fucker needs to learn his place. Cocking my head, I study him. The pulse that beats erratically just above the collar of his dress shirt. The sheen of sweat on his forehead. He is scared. As he should be. Lowering my voice, my tone turns deadly. “Motherfucker, I am the only man that is allowed to think that aboutmywife. Ocean is mine. If you so much as look at her in a way I don’t like, I will remove your eyes, friend or not. Understand?”

“Of course,” he rushes out, his easy acquiescence making me smile. But the asshole still needs to watch himself. I will follow through with my threat should he not heed my warning. He knows that.

“What did I miss?” Dante drops down in the chair at my other side, the humor in his voice easing the tension a little.

“Nothing. Leo here was just about to tell me how the refurbishment at the club is going.”

Dante chuckles. “Sure, he was.” He takes a sip of his whiskey, waving his hand. “As you were, Leo.”

Chapter35

Ocean

My heart beats erratically in my chest as Nico leads me to our bedroom.

Patty is looking after Romeo tonight, in the guest bedroom that has been assigned to her for the duration of her stay. Though we have had sex many times, the anticipation of what he is going to do to me, now that I am legally his wife, shoots pure liquid lust straight between my thighs.

Shoving the bedroom door open, he drags me inside before kicking it shut. Leaning against it, he watches me with so much heat in those pale blue orbs, my body burns with desire.

“Nico,” I whisper breathlessly.

Pushing off the door, he takes a step toward me, his eyes sparking. My pulse kicks up, tongue darting out as I lick a trail across my suddenly dry lips.

“Wife,” he drawls, closing the distance between us. Reaching out, he grabs a lock of my hair, twirling it around his finger. “You aremywife.” It’s not a question but a fact. The pure, undiluted, possession in his voice causes a shiver to wrack through my body.

Swallowing, I nod. “And you are my husband.”

Satisfaction leaks into his eyes, a smirk curving his sinful lips. “I am. And now, I am going to do some veryhusbandlythings to you.” He pauses, his grin growing when he adds. “And some not sohusbandlythings. I’m going to use your body until you don’t even know your own name. I’m going to take us both to new heights, ones we may never recover from. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t take anymore, but I won’t stop, not until I’ve had my fill. I’m going to pump your cunt so full of me, I will be leaking from your mouth.” Gently, and so at odds with the animalistic way he is speaking, he pushes me onto the bed.

I gasp. My heart beating in my throat, my ears. A throb starts between my legs, my pussy clenching around nothing. Despite the slight fear licking up my spine, I want Nico. All of him. All the darkness and all the light he tries so carefully to hide. But I see it. It was in the way he surprised me by bringing Patty here to witness our wedding. The way he couldn’t stop kissing and touching me.

Dropping to his knees, his eyes meet mine. He pushes the fabric of my dress up my body, the lace and satin material scratching up my already over-stimulated body. I squirm, the need to have him inside me so strong, it’s palpable. I want him, now. Want to feel as he stretches me wide open. Want that stroke of pain before it turns into pleasure.

“Nico,” I moan, when he runs his fingers up the crease of my thigh.

“You’re so fucking soaked,wife. Your panties are sticking tomy cunt.” As if he can’t help himself, he swipes his tongue up my lace covered sex. My hips lift, pleasure flooding me and pure carnal need taking over. Nico grips my thighs, pinning me to the bed and holding me in place. “Stay still,Tesoro. I want to enjoy every second of this moment. Possess every inch of you as I fuck you as my wife for the first time.” His hands wrap around the band of my panties and before I can blink, he rips them from my body.

“I wanted to keep those,” I protest, glaring down at him.

“I will buy you some more,” he says dismissively, his eyes lasered in on my bare pussy. Licking his lips, he thumbs my folds apart, fully exposing me to him.

I squirm, suddenly feeling shy. I am laying here, on display and wide open for him while he is still fully dressed. “Nico. I–”

---