Page 39 of Let Vengeance Be Mine

“Not nearly as perfect as you, but it will do.” His hand cradles my face and I naturally lean into it.

“Demitri tells me that your father has bought an apartment in downtown L.A. He intends to stay,” he admits, sounding disappointed.

“Does that mean we can’t go home?” I don’t know if the thought of that gives me relief or fills me with dread. I like the seclusion of the island but we only have three months before the baby is due to come.

“It just means we have to stay here a little longer, and maybe I will need to make changes to my plan for when the baby comes.” He smiles again when he mentions our baby, albeit a sad one this time.

“Okay.” I nod back, letting him know I trust his judgment. Grena is right, a marriage is about more than just the vows we will make today. Although his original intentions were selfish, I see a different man, to the one who took me, standing in front of me now. I see a man I want to spend the rest of my life with.

“Are you ready to become Mrs Romano?” His soft touch turns firm, as he grips my jaw tight in his fingers and draws me closer to his lips.

“I sure am.” I press my mouth against his, before grabbing the pretty bouquet Grena made for me and heading out to the beach with him.

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The ceremony was much faster than I imagined it would be, which given the heat, I’m grateful for, and the surprise appearance of Matteo’s mother came as quite the shock. After Matteo kisses me in a way that is not suitable in front of a priest, we walk hand in hand down the aisle made from pretty flowers and palm leaves. Demitri offers me a courteous nod as we pass him, while Mrs Romano gets up from her chair and blocks our path.

“Congratulations.” She plants a cold kiss on my cheek before reaching up to hug her son.

“I’m glad you could make it.” Matteo doesn’t sound at all genuine as he quickly moves us past her, and straight into the house, closing the double doors and pulling down the bamboo blind to shut them all out.

“Matteo, what are you doing? We have guests…” I shake my head in disbelief when he starts undoing his tux jacket, shrugging out of it and tossing it at the floor. He comes at me slowly and with that stern look of determination in his eyes.

“I’m going to fuck my wife.” He reaches his hand under my dress and grips at my panties, ripping them down to my ankles.

“But your mother’s out there, there's a priest waiting for a lobster dinner, for Christ's sake!”

“I don’t care.” He lifts me by my thighs and slams my ass onto the dresser, positioning himself between my legs.

“They’ll know what we're doing.” I push my hand against his chest to force him away.

“I’ll invite them in here to watch if that's what they want.” He shoves my hand away before unbuckling his belt and taking out his cock. It’s already rock hard, and the tip of it glistens with pre-cum as he lets it rest on my stomach.

“Matteo, they’ll be waiting for us.”

“Then we better make this quick. Then we go back out, do the polite shit with them, and I send them on their way, so I can spend the rest of the evening making you come.” He pushes my dress up over my belly, smothering it with his hands as his cock lines itself up with my entrance and he pushes inside me, obliterating any fight or argument I had against him.

“How does it feel to take your husband's cock?” He pulls out and thrusts back inside me, gradually getting faster, until the dresser I’m resting on rattles against the thin, structured walls.

“Incredible,” I answer, looking down between our bodies. My stomach is too big for me to see him entering me, but the way his hands caress it so possessively as he fucks me makes me even wetter for him.

“You are a Romano now, Aria. You belong to me.”

“I’vealwaysbelonged to you.” I look back up at him so he knows I mean what I say. I’ve felt owned by this man since the day I first saw him in his basement. My pussy tenses tight around him and my first orgasm, as a married woman, comes out with a loud moan as I push back against his thrusts and ride it out.

“Jesus, I’m gonna come.” He quickly pulls out, landing his hard, heavy cock on my stomach and spilling all over my skin. He drops his forehead on mine, breathing heavily, as his hand rubs his warm, sticky mess into my skin the same way as he does the cocoa butter after I’ve bathed.

“I fucking love you, Aria Romano,” he tells me, tapping his still-solid cock against my stomach to shake off the last of his cum.

“That’s the first time you’ve ever told me that.” I look at him and smile, as a warm tingle spreads through my chest.

“Well, get used to it, you're gonna hear it plenty more.” He presses a kiss to my lips. “Come, we should entertain our guests.”

I smile at him as he helps me off the dresser. “Just give me a few minutes to wash this off, I’ll be right out.” I start to head for the bathroom, but he drags me back.

“Naha. I want you wearing that on your skin all the way through dinner.” He pulls my dress back over my belly and smoothes it out, neatly.

“I’ll clean you up in the bath later when I’ve finished fucking you.” Retaking my hand, he moves us toward the door and this time I pull him back.

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