Becoming His Wife by Hayley Faiman

Chapter Eleven

TIZIANO

All women are beautiful. I have always thought this, even if I wasn’t necessarily attracted to them. However, I can be certain that I have never seen a woman more beautiful than the one walking in my direction at this very moment.

Maci takes my breath away. She is poised and sexy, her dress hugging every inch of her to perfection. Her veil covers her face, but it’s sheer enough that I can see her beauty beneath the soft white fabric.

When she finally stands in front of me, I want nothing more than to wrap my arms around her, haul her toward me and kiss her. As much as I want to, I know that it would be frowned upon not only by the priest, but also by my father. This is as much his wedding as it is my own.

The ceremony itself doesn’t take long. There are no sappy personal vows, just the traditional ones. When we’re finished, I lift her veil, then wrap my hands around her back and tug her close to me. Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to hers. It’s a chaste kiss with the promise of so much more.

Turning toward the guests, we stay where we are for a moment, our hands clasped with one another’s while a few photos are taken, then with a gentle tug of her hand, we leave. The car is waiting for us, and I usher her inside before turning to the driver.

“Drive us around for an hour, then take us to the reception,” I instruct.

His lips twitch and he nods his head once. Climbing into the back seat of the car, I look over to my wife. Wife. The concept seemed like it was never going to come to fruition and yet, here it is. It seemed like it took a lifetime, but it’s finally here.

“Maci Bianchi,” I murmur, trying her name out.

She turns to me, her dark pink lips turning up into a smile. “That is who I am now, isn’t it?” she asks.

I hum, lifting my hand and gently wrapping my fingers around the back of her neck, wishing that I could feel her soft blonde hair between my fingers.

“It is,” I agree. “You’re also mine.”

Her cheeks tint pink at the claim and I can’t help but chuckle. Using my thumb, I apply gentle pressure to the side of her neck and massage her there.

“I am, aren’t I?” she asks on a whispered breath.

“You are.”

She licks her lips and keeps them parted as her gaze focuses on mine. Moving a bit closer, I shift my free arm between us and wrap my hand around her waist. The lace of her dress is softer than I’d imagined. I can’t wait to peel the white fabric from her body and bare all of what’s mine.

Leaning in closer, I touch my lips to just her bottom one, nipping the flesh with my teeth before I shift my lips down her jaw and to her throat, sucking gently just behind her ear. I hear her gasp, then her panting breaths fill my ear.

“Zuccherino,” I rasp against her skin.

Her hand lifts and she wraps her fingers around my bicep, squeezing and digging her nails into my jacket sleeve. I don’t think she realizes what she’s doing, her body and natural needs are taking over.

She arches her back, pressing her tits against my chest and I grunt, wanting nothing more in this world than to rip this fucking dress off her and take her right here and now.

“Tiziano,” she sighs.

Lifting my head, I touch my mouth to hers in a swift kiss. Then clear my throat and straighten myself. I must practice control, she will be mine tonight, but we must attend our own reception. My father would be gravely disappointed, and he can be disappointed in so much about me, but not this.

“Soon,” I murmur, touching my mouth to hers again. “Tonight, we’re staying at a hotel, tomorrow we leave for a week.”

Her green eyes widen. “We leave?” she asks.

I hum, grinning at her. Reaching for her hand, I use my thumb to shift her ring around on her finger.

“Do you like it?” I ask, dipping my chin toward her hand.

She looks down at the ring and I wonder if she even saw it when I slipped it on her finger, because she slowly lifts her head and her eyes are huge. “Tiziano,” she breathes. “You can’t have meant to give this to me.”

“The ring?” I ask.

She nods her head, pressing her lips together. “It can’t be for me,” she whispers.

“It is,” I say.

The ring is a five-carat solitaire emerald cut in a platinum setting. It’s stunning and I knew that it would decorate her finger perfectly without being too overstated.

“I can’t walk around with this on my finger every day, this is far too much,” she says, her eyes focused on the ring.

The way her nostrils are flaring, I know that it is not too much, it’s absolutely fucking perfect and she loves it. Smiling, I tug on her hand, my thumb pressing against the diamond. Slowly, she lifts her head and her eyes find mine.

“It is yours, it fits perfectly, and you can wear it wherever you go,” I explain.

“I’ve never, Tiziano. I’ve never, it’s too much.”

I know exactly what she’s saying. I have seen her entire background on paper. I know that she’s never owned anything of the like before. Hell, she’s never even had anything that wasn’t secondhand. That ends now. She is mine and she is a direct reflection of me. Which means she will want for absolutely fucking nothing.

“I know you haven’t, but this is just the beginning, zuccherino. Your entire world is nothing but diamonds and champagne from now on.”

“What if I don’t like champagne?” she asks. Her eyes are wide and she’s dead fucking serious.

Chuckling, I shake my head. “Expression only, zuccherino. You’ll get used to the finer things in life, because that is all that you will be offered from now on. There is no second best for you, Mrs. Bianchi.”

She presses her lips together. “I understood, I just. What if it’s all too much. Going shopping, buying those high-end things with Pippa. She didn’t let me look at price tags, but I have a feeling that it would have totally freaked me out.”

The car pulls up to the front of the reception and stops, but I make no move to get out. “I’m sure that it would have. However, it matters not, because this is your life now. You’ll get used to it. There’s no sense in you making yourself miserable and fighting it.”

Touching my mouth to hers, I don’t allow her to respond. Sliding out of the car, I help her out as well and together we make our way into the reception. It is loud, it is full of laughter and music, it is exactly as it should be.

This is the perfect start to our marriage.

MACI

This isan epic failure of a start to our marriage.

The wedding was amazing. The food, out of this world, and the cake even better. If Mia had shown up, I might have actually hugged her, maybe even kissed her cheek. Tiziano even danced with me most of the night.

His fingertips grazed my bare skin, his lips brushed my cheek, my ear, and my mouth the entire night. It was hours of seduction. He knew exactly what he was doing, too. I saw the gleam in his eye every time I looked at him.

Now it’s hours later, it’s well after midnight and I’m standing in the bathroom of the hotel suite, my lingerie on and my stomach twisting and knotting with uncontrollable nervousness.

The white sexy lingerie seemed like a good choice two days ago, but now I think that I should have gone with the cuter baby doll.

The white lace teddy shows my curves, and you can see through it, everywhere. But that isn’t what has me extremely nervous, it’s the fact that it’s crotchless. I thought that it looked sexy in the store, but now that it’s on my completely naked body and I can see everything, I’m embarrassed.

There is a rap on the door, and my entire body jumps. Turning around, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I make my way toward the closed and locked door. Pressing my ear against the wood, I wait to see what Tiziano is going to say.

“Maci, are you okay?” he asks.

Looking over, I see my ring glittering in the light and I close my eyes. This man bought me this crazy ring, he paid for an even crazier wedding, and he’s basically bought me for life. I can’t not do this. Besides, I’ve been dreaming of nothing but his touch for two long weeks—I want this.

Reaching over, I flick the light off and clear my throat. Slowly, I turn the knob and tug the door open. My mouth goes dry at the sight of the man in front of me. He’s not wearing his shoes, but he’s still wearing his tuxedo pants. His shirt has been pulled out of his waistband and it’s completely unbuttoned.

He’s sexy.

Really sexy.

I lick my lips at the sight of his muscles. His stomach and chest are well defined and if he moved, flexing his abs even a little, I know that there would be outlines of the muscles beneath his skin. I’m honestly not sure if there’s even an ounce of fat on him. He’s solid, even just to the naked eye.

Lifting my eyes from his chest, I press my lips together along with my thighs because his hair is a rumpled, sexy mess. I’ve only ever seen it neatly combed back. He’s run his fingers through it, probably in annoyance at how long I’ve taken, but it was worth it.

“Maci,” he exhales.

I was so busy ogling that I’ve forgotten that I’m practically naked standing in front of him. Lifting my hands, I cover my chest and my crotch as I shake my head.

“I didn’t realize. I thought it would be sexy and less cute. I should have gone for cute, because now I’m not sure and I feel really stupid,” I ramble.

He chuckles, but it’s not because he’s laughing at me, it’s more of letting his breath out. “Come here,” he orders on a soft demand.

Taking a step toward him, I keep my hands firmly in place. He walks backward until the backs of his knees hit the bed and I watch him sit down. He spreads his thighs, then dips his chin to between his legs. A silent demand for me to continue until I’m right there.

When I stop it’s because he lifts his hands and wraps his fingers around my waist. “Arms down, zuccherino,” he demands, again, softly.

Licking my lips, I let my hands fall to my sides, but my entire body is trembling. His eyes roam over me, stopping at my crotch, then my breasts, then my face.

“Bellissima,” he murmurs. “You are perfection. Better than I imagined, and trust me when I tell you that I did imagine, often.”

“You did?” I ask.

He snorts. “Yes, I did. This is much better than something sweet. You’re already sweet enough.”

“I am?”

I feel like a parrot, only able to say a few words, but right now I’m too nervous to make a complete sentence in my head let alone say it aloud. He nods his head, his eyes never leaving mine, not even when his hands start to travel my body.

He doesn’t poke or prod, instead he just grazes his fingertips everywhere he can, just like he did while we were dancing. He’s exploring and it’s sexy, it makes me feel sexy, too. He leans forward, his lips touching the center of my chest, his eyes never leaving my own.

“You are sweet, Maci. You’re the sweetest gift. I’ve never wanted to unwrap anything more in my life, but I’m not going to unwrap you immediately.”

I let out a whimper, unsure of how much more I can take. This feels like torture. He hums, his fingers continuing to move, then I feel them between my thighs. He lets out a low moan when he realizes that the teddy is crotchless.

“No, I won’t be unwrapping you yet. I still need to taste you, zuccherino.”