Becoming His Wife by Hayley Faiman

Chapter Twenty-Seven

TIZIANO

Icrack my eyes open, the light above me is bright and I have to squint. I feel confused. I don’t know where I am, that is until I see her face above mine. She’s looking down at me, her eyes wide as she watches me for a moment in silence.

Then it all comes rushing back to me.

Pregnant.

Maci is pregnant.

Pushing myself up to a seated position, I shake my head, trying to get the foggy feeling to go away. Clearing my throat, I look over to her. She’s on her knees just a few feet away from me, sitting on her feet as she watches me in silence. She looks terrified.

“You’re going to have a baby,” I say.

“Your baby,” she confirms.

“My baby,” I say slowly.

I want to ask her if she’s sure. She has been living with Salvatore. I decide that if there was any doubt at all, Salvatore would have already married her.

That baby is mine, Maci is mine.

I was a fucking fool to allow my father to separate us. I allowed what I always feared to happen. Maci didn’t have to leave me, because I fucking let her be dragged away.

Never again.

Lifting my hand, I reach out and wrap my fingers around the back of her neck, gripping her tightly. I stare into her eyes, taking her in, wondering what is going to happen in the future and also not giving a fuck because she’s going to be right next to me when it does so it doesn’t fucking matter.

“Pack your shit,” I grind out before I tug her closer to me and crash my mouth against hers.

I hear Salvatore in the back, coughing. Lifting my free hand, I flip him off and then I hear his roar of laughter. The fuck. Breaking the kiss, I rest my forehead against Maci’s. Mine. She is mine. I still can’t believe that I fucking allowed her to be ripped away from me.

“I don’t deserve you,” I admit on a whisper too low for Salvatore to hear, the spying bastard.

She watches me for a moment, not saying anything, but the way her eyes water, I know that she heard me. She licks her lips, then rubs them together. She’s frozen as she watches me, her green eyes searching mine.

Then as if something inside of her shifts, she leans forward and touches her mouth to mine again, but doesn’t deepen the kiss. I feel her lips, her breath against my mouth. My fingers tighten in her hair and I’m tempted to take her right here and now, Salvatore watching be damned.

“Thank you for coming home to me,” she sighs, before her tongue slides inside of my mouth. She tastes me and I moan, knowing that this right here—with her—is where I am meant to be. Always.

“Pack your shit, we’re going home.”

Salvatore clears his throat. Releasing Maci, I push myself from off of the ground to standing then reach for her and help her to her feet. I take a good look at her body as she stands in front of me and I can’t believe that it’s real, but I see the evidence right in front of me. She’s having my baby.

“Go and get your things,” I gently urge. She looks from me to Salvatore, then turns and hurries off.

“You’ve got something to say,” I state as I make my way into the kitchen dining room where he’s sitting.

He shrugs his shoulder, his eyes focused on mine as I sit down across from him. He watches me for a long moment, then shakes his head.

“Where are you going to take her?” he asks.

“Own a townhouse here, Sal,” I inform him.

He shakes his head a few more times as if the words that I’ve said aren’t acceptable. I’m not sure that I need him telling me shit. This is my life, Maci’s life, and his opinion doesn’t really mean shit.

“You go there and Tussio will no doubt know you’re back. Why go through all the trouble of a fake ID, guns, money, and a hotel?”

“Then I take her to the hotel,” I announce.

“With what protection?”

Balling my hand in a fist, I think about telling him to completely go fuck himself, but I don’t. Instead, I inhale a deep breath, then let it out slowly. There is no reason for me to lose my shit on him, none at all. This is a mess that I created, a mess that I need to fix myself.

“What do you suggest?” I ask.

He watches me for a long moment. I don’t know if he has no fucking idea, or if he indeed has an idea, but he doesn’t say anything right away. Arching a brow, I watch and I wait to see what he has in mind.

“Stay here,” he states. I open my mouth to protest, but he holds up his palm to shut me up. “I’ll go to the hotel. I have protection here for Maci and I can continue to have it with no issues. There is plenty of food and food delivery services. You’ll be safe here.”

As much as I want to tell him no, that I got this, that I don’t need his help, I can’t. He doesn’t say anything right away, he just watches and patiently waits for me to say something, for me to either accept or decline.

“I would appreciate that, Sal,” I murmur.

He grins. “I’m glad you’re back, Tiz. She needs you.”

Dipping my chin, I can’t help but agree. She does need me, and fuck me, but I need her so goddamn much. Weeks away from her, it was too much. I never want to be away from her again. I’m going to make sure that shit never happens.

MACI

I havemy small bag out and I’m packing it. I don’t know where I’m going, but I know that no matter what happens, at least I’ll be with Tiziano and that is all that matters. My hands tremble with nervous excitement as I attempt to fold a T-shirt.

“Go ahead and unpack,” Tiziano’s voice murmurs from the doorway.

I turn to him, my eyes widening as I watch him from across the room. He doesn’t move, his shoulder leans against the doorway as he watches me, but he doesn’t attempt to even make his way over to me.

“Why?” I ask, my heart racing at the new demand.

His lips curve up into a grin and he pushes off of the doorway and makes his way over to me. “Because we’re staying here.”

“We are?” I breathe.

He nods his head, his eyes never leaving mine. “Salvatore is going to go to my hotel and stay there until I get this shit handled.”

“You are?” I ask. “Seriously?”

My heart skips a beat of excitement, mainly because I’m comfortable here. This has been my home for months and it’s nice to sit out on the balcony. Plus, Salvatore has just told me how protected we are here.

Going anywhere at all terrifies me when it comes to safety now. Tussio is out there somewhere, no doubt watching and waiting to do something.

“We are. There is protection here for you,” he murmurs.

“And you,” I add.

He arches a brow, his lips curving up into a grin. “I don’t need that shit. I’m not going to hide like a coward, not any longer.”

“Tiziano, please, nothing can happen to you,” I cry.

He takes a step inside of the bedroom, slamming the door behind him, then rushes me. I watch in surprise as he sweeps his arm out and throws all of my things off of the bed. Then without skipping a beat, he turns to me. He grins as he reaches for my ass, grabbing handfuls and picking me up.

I let out a squeal, unable to keep it in as he walks us to the bed and shifts me until I’m lying in the center and he’s hovering over the top of me. I don’t know if Salvatore is somewhere in the house, and right now, I don’t care.

His lips find mine and his tongue slides into my mouth, tasting me, owning me—consuming me. I moan and I know without a doubt that I am his. Wrapping my arms around his back, I shift my hips as I search for more. I need his touch, it’s not a want, not anymore—this is a need.

Tiziano’s lips move away from my mouth and down my jaw, then my neck. He licks and tastes, he sucks as he shifts farther down my body. Slowly he starts to pull off my clothes, then my panties and bra as he continues to shift down farther and farther until his face is buried between my legs.

When his tongue slides through my entire center, I let out a gasp of surprise. I whimper, lifting my hand and sliding my fingers through his hair. This. This is absolutely amazing. This is everything.

He eats me as if he is a starving man, completely and totally starved. Lifting my hips, I grind myself against his face. I’m close, so close. Closing my eyes, my fingers grip his hair tighter, tugging him closer.

I hear his chuckle, but I’m not embarrassed or even care at this point. All I want is to find sweet relief. Whimpering, I climb closer and closer. I’m on the edge, just seconds from tipping over and when I finally do, I feel as if I’ve completely burst.

He doesn’t stop immediately, he continues to lick and suck, to eat and enjoy every second and every ounce of my release. Only when my entire body has relaxed, and my hands fall from him, does he slide his tongue through my center one last time, then lifts his head to look at me.

He shifts from between my legs, then peels off his clothes. I’m only half paying attention, completely and totally sated from my release. My eyes slowly close and I just breathe, allowing myself to come down and relax, allowing my heart to calm down.

Tiziano shifts next to me. He lies down beside me, his arm wrapping around my side before he pulls me against him. My belly touches him before anything else and he grins at me.

“I missed your taste, zuccherino. I missed everything about you,” he rasps.

Lifting my hand, I reach out and cup his cheek. “I missed every single thing about you, Tiziano. Everything,” I rasp.

He smiles, his lips curving up into a grin. “Never again, Maci. What this is, it’s new, but I know that it’s real.”

Shifting forward slightly, I touch my lips to his. “It’s very real, Tiziano, and I’m ready to start a life with you.”

He grunts, wrapping his hands around my hips before he pulls me over to him and across his lap as he lies on his back. Straddling him, I look down into his eyes as I shift up. He reaches between us and aligns himself with my center.

His fingers grip my hips as he guides me down along his length. I let out a cry as he fills me, stretches me. My head falls backward with a whimper. I start to ride him, to move and feel him inside of me.

It’s amazing.

So amazing that I can’t see straight. I want to move hard and fast. I want to move slowly. I want this to last forever. For an entire lifetime. I never want to be without this man again. His hands slide up my waist and he cups my breasts, he squeezes gently and my hips buck.

Opening my eyes, I look down at him. He smiles up at me, his eyes glittering, his nostrils flaring as he watches me. I continue to move. Inhaling a deep breath, I hold it, then exhale as I climb closer again. Higher and higher, closer and closer to the edge.

I let out a gasp, then I cry out, the sound bouncing off of the walls of the bedroom and all around us. Tipping my head down, I look into his eyes. He grunts as his fingers dig into my flesh and then I feel his release empty inside of me.

“Never. Fucking. Again,” he growls as he reaches around me and gently tugs me down.

I lie against his chest, feeling the quick thump of his heart against me. I’m never leaving his side again, not even if he tries to make me. I will never turn away from him, I will never walk away. I am his and he is mine.