Becoming His Wife by Hayley Faiman

Chapter Thirteen

TIZIANO

Rolling over, I wrap my arm around my wife and pull her back against my chest. Last night, while she was in the bath, I called maid service to change the bedding. Then, I called room service and had some food brought up to us. We relaxed in bed, naked, and ate.

If there was a perfect ending to my wedding, this was it. I couldn’t have imagined anything better. I discovered that my wife doesn’t like onions, she doesn’t eat much bread, but she loves sweets. Sugar for fucking days, and bacon.

Wrapping my fingers around her breast, I use my thumb to caress the soft skin. Touching my lips to her shoulder, I taste her clean skin. I hear her let out a sigh, then she turns to face me. Her eyes open slightly as she wakes from her sleep.

“Good morning,” I murmur.

Her lips curve up into a small smile. “Good morning, Tiziano.”

I could stay here, looking at her, then fucking her all day long. But my father had other plans for us today, and those plans are not lying in bed and fucking all day long. Clearing my throat, I touch my lips to hers.

“We leave for the airport in an hour,” I murmur.

“Airport?” she asks.

“Italy. We’re staying in the family villa. Relaxation on the beach, you in a bikini,” I say. “Or not.”

“Not?” she asks on a gasp.

“Private beach,” I inform her.

I watch as her cheeks turn red with embarrassment. I absolutely fucking love that about her. Shy and sweet, but there is something bubbling just beneath the surface, something that is just waiting to combust. I’m going to be there when it does and it’s going to be gorgeous, just like her.

Sitting up, I pull her with me. “Why don’t you go and shower, get ready and I’ll order in some breakfast?”

She shakes her head once, her eyes finding mine. Her hair is a mess, it’s everywhere and the evidence of my hands messing it up last night.

“I’m not hungry,” she murmurs, her eyes on mine and nowhere else.

Lifting my hand, I extend my index finger and trace her areola, watching her nipple harden. “You need to eat, zuccherino. You need to keep your strength up.”

She looks away, but I don’t let her. Lifting my hand, I cup her cheek and guide her head back to meet mine. Finding her eyes, I hold her gaze with mine, not breaking it. Clearing my throat, I grin.

“Maci, I’m going to order breakfast. You’re going to take a shower. We’re going to eat breakfast, then we’re going to go to Italy.”

“Tiziano,” she breathes.

I hum. “Yes, always say my entire name, just like that,” I say, touching my mouth to hers. “Now go and get ready for the trip.”

Releasing her, I watch as she slides off the bed and walks to the bathroom completely naked. I can’t take my eyes off of her ass as she walks away. Next time I’m inside of her, I want that ass in view as I fuck her from behind. It’s a goddamn great ass.

Reaching for the phone, I order some room service, then grab my cell phone and find Gavino’s name.

“You should be on a plane,” he says as his greeting.

Laughing, I shift to face the bathroom door so that I can see when Maci is finished. “Heading out in an hour,” I explain. “Just checking on the issue.”

He grunts. “Nothing yet. Smokin’ whoever it is out. Got a bigger problem,” he grumbles.

“What’s that?”

“D’Amore famiglia is without a leader and their men are fighting about who is going to take control.”

“I’m sure you have a perfect solution, as always, Vino,” I say with a laugh.

I knew it was Gavino who ended D’Amore and his entire fucking family a few months ago. And I know that he did it so that he could take over and build the empire that he’s already created. It’s obvious, and it was time for the D’Amores to be taken down anyway.

“Mia,” he murmurs.

My eyes widen and I clear my throat. “I’ve ended that, completely,” I say.

He chuckles. “Not what I was talking about. I want Mia to run the D’Amore famiglia.”

“A woman?” I ask, unable to hide the surprise in my voice.

He’s quiet for a moment, then he speaks and his voice is low and even. “She runs the girls, she runs the casino. She deserves more. I just have to talk her into getting married.”

That’s when I let out my own laugh. “I would have a backup plan. Mia is not going to get married, not anytime soon. She enjoys her freedoms too much.”

“It’s the only way,” he says as if there is no other solution, and he would be correct. You cannot take over and be a Boss without being married, it’s just the way it’s done.

The bathroom door opens and I look up to see my own wife with a towel wrapped around her body and her hair piled high on the top of her head. There is a knock on the door and I lift my hand to her, motioning over to the table and chairs.

She dips her chin and walks over as I make my way toward the door to let room service inside.

“You let me know what happens with that, yeah?” I ask.

He chuckles. “Yeah, and I’ll let you know about the other. We’ll have lunch when you get back.”

“Perfect.”

Ending the call, I stand to the side and allow room service to set up. Tipping the waiter, I close the door behind him and make my way over to the table to eat breakfast with my wife. Lifting the dome, I grin as I pick up the plate and slide it over to her.

“Bacon,” she says with a laugh.

MACI

Tiziano takesmy hand and doesn’t let go. He must realize just how terrified I am right now. I am too. I’m trembling in the seat next to him. I thought that this plane would be a lot bigger, but it’s not. It’s just a few seats, maybe a dozen or two. I’m too nervous to count.

The entire plate of bacon that Tiziano forced me to eat threatens to come right back up. He squeezes my hand as he looks over to me. His lips curve up into a grin before he tugs me close to him.

Before I realize what’s going on, his lips touch mine and his tongue slips into my mouth. He tastes me, owns me, and once again just like every time, he consumes me. I moan, lifting my free hand and wrap my hand around the side of his neck.

Tangling my tongue with his own, I feel that aching feeling inside of me, deep inside of me. Pressing my thighs together, I can’t help but notice an empty feeling between my legs. I want him inside of me, deep inside of me.

“Tiziano,” I whimper.

He chuckles, unbuckling my seat belt before he drags me across his body. He shifts me around so that I’m forced to straddle his legs. My knees dig into the seat cushion, but I can do nothing except focus on his eyes, they’re glittering.

His hands grip the outside of my upper thighs and he holds me to him. His length hardens and I can feel it between my legs. Pippa forced me to buy skirts and sundresses, telling me that if we had a honeymoon, it would be somewhere warm, so I would need them.

What she didn’t tell me was that my husband would want me in them so that he could do things to me practically in public. One of his hands leaves my thigh and I feel it shift between my legs, then I feel his fingers slide across my center above my panties.

Lifting my hands, I hold on to his shoulders, gasping in surprise that he’s really doing this here.

“What are you doing?” I breathe.

He chuckles. “You’re going to take me, though I had plans for the next time I was inside of you, and this wasn’t the position.”

Licking my lips, I press them together before I shift my gaze to the side, then move it back to meet his. “What was the position?” I ask when he doesn’t tell me outright.

His lips curve up into a mischievous smile. “I wanted to see your ass on full display. I still will, but next time.”

My eyes widen because I’ve seen that position before, at the Sinister Skulls clubhouse and I always wondered how it felt. I couldn’t tell if the women enjoyed it or not. It’s not easy to see the pleasure on their faces when their expressions are all twisted and they look pained all of the time.

“You’re thinking,” Tiziano points out.

“I was just curious.”

My face heats and I can’t believe that I just said that aloud. I know that he’s going to want to know why I was curious and just the idea of telling him what I was thinking makes me feel all types of embarrassed.

“About?” he prods just like I knew he would.

His fingers continue to move between my legs and my hips follow suit, shifting and moving to seek and keep the pleasure that is rolling through me at the simple touch he’s offering me. Closing my eyes, I lick my lips and let my head fall back as my hips roll.

“Maci,” he warns.

Letting out a sigh, I lift my head and find his gaze with my own. “That position. I’ve seen it, I just didn’t know if it was pleasurable for a woman,” I say.

He chuckles, though like always it isn’t a laugh where I feel he’s making fun of me, more like a soft warm laugh like he thinks I’m cute. I wonder offhandedly how much longer he’ll think I’m cute before he gets annoyed with my naivety. Mia was absolutely correct when she said I was naïve. I am. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I really am.

“It can be and it cannot be. It depends on the situation, and on the people. For you it will always be.”

“How can you be so sure?” I pant as my hips grind down and I search for more, so much more. I ache for it.

“What we do together, no matter what it is, Maci. It will always, but always, be for pleasure,” he assures.

Lowering my head, I touch my lips to his, panting against his mouth. “Then I can’t wait,” I breathe.

He grunts, shifting my panties to the side and before I realize what’s happening the tip of his hard length is pressed against my center, his hands are gripping my waist and he’s pulling me down until I’m fully seated against him, taking all of him inside of me.

“Oh my god,” I moan.

It doesn’t hurt at all, I ache from last night and I feel like he’s going to stretch me in two, but it doesn’t hurt the way that it did when he broke my hymen. This feels good. That full feeling is back, but now I want to move.

“Ride me, zuccherino. I want to watch you bring yourself pleasure. I want you to find it yourself using my body. This is for you, self-discovery and learning what you need. We don’t stop until you come.”

One of his hands shifts and I feel his thumb press against my clit, the other wraps around the side of my neck. His thumb presses against the side of my jaw as he watches me. The pressure is an odd sensation, but it’s not unwelcome.

I do as he’s demanded and I move against him. It takes me a few hesitant shifts, rolls, jerks, and bucks of my hips to figure out just what feels good. Though with his thumb against my clit, it all kind of feels good. When I finally find my rhythm, I can’t control the noises that escape my mouth or the way that my back arches as I move.

“Fuck me, you’re sexy, Mrs. Bianchi.”

Mrs. Bianchi.

That is who I am now.

No longer am I Maci Marshall, she’s dead now. Mrs. Bianchi has taken her place. She has five-carat diamond rings, rides on private jets to villas in Italy and has the sexiest man in the world inside of her.

Yes, Mrs. Bianchi is going to be alright.