Becoming His Wife by Hayley Faiman
Chapter Five
ELIO
Ishould not hold her when she sleeps, but I can’t help myself. I need to touch her. Here I thought that I would make sure she wanted me, that she needed me, but it’s backfired—big time. As soon as she slid down along my length, I knew that I was well and truly fucked.
Mia turns over, her eyes fluttering open before they lift to meet my own. “Good morning,” she whispers.
Smiling at her, I don’t say anything immediately, instead, I just take in all of her beauty. First thing in the morning and she’s still completely and totally stunning. Sliding my fingers up her arm, I wrap my entire hand around the front of her throat, but I don’t squeeze.
“Good morning, cuore mio.”
Her lips curve up into a small smile. “What happens now?” she asks.
I hum. “Now, we begin our six months exclusivity,” I state as I roll over, nestling my hips between her thighs.
Those thighs that she thankfully spreads to accommodate me. Releasing her throat, I continue to stare into her eyes as I shift my hips and ease inside of her. Mia lifts her legs, wrapping them around my hips as I fill her completely.
“You’re wet,” I point out.
She watches me, licking her lips before she speaks. “You’ve been touching me for at least an hour, watching me, it’s sexy.”
My eyes widen. “Yeah?”
“I couldn’t stop thinking about those hands on me last night, then the way you felt moving inside of me. I don’t know what it is about you, about your cock, but I’ve never had better.”
Smiling, I dip my chin, touching my lips to hers as I pull out of her slightly and slide back inside. Looking down at her, I continue to fuck her. Moving in and out of her, I can’t look anywhere but her eyes.
Mia’s hips lift to meet mine, my breath hitches as her legs tighten around my hips. Dipping my chin, I start to move harder and faster, my lips touching hers but I don’t deepen the kiss.
“Elio,” she whispers as her cunt flutters around me and squeezes. “Yes,” she cries.
I swallow the sounds, sliding my tongue inside of her mouth. Taking her there too, fucking her hard and fast until I come deep inside of her. Lifting my head and letting out a roar that the neighbors no doubt hear between the wall.
MIA
The hotel is gorgeous.It’s comfortable and the room service is amazing, but I can’t stop watching my husband. He’s got his phone out, a cup of coffee, and he’s sitting out on the balcony.
I’ve showered and am dressed for the day in a pair of wide leg trousers that are tight at the hips and a silk sleeveless blouse with a deep V-neck that shows off an expanse of my chest. Without turning around, Elio lifts his hand and motions for me to come close to him.
Barefoot, I make my way outside and sigh as the warm sun hits me. Walking up to his side, I let out a squeal when his arm wraps around me and he tugs me down across his lap. He looks down at me, his lips curved up into an easy smile.
“Will you show me around the city?” he asks.
Blinking, I stare at him in surprise. “Around the city?” I ask.
He shrugs a shoulder. “This is our only weekend before we are set with the task of taking over the D’Amore famiglia. I’ve never been to New York, let alone America. Show me your world, cuore mio.”
“My world isn’t the rest of America, you know this.”
He chuckles. “Show me your world, Mia. I want to know all there is to know.”
There is something about him, something magnificent and amazing, something that I’ve never experienced before.
He’s genuine.
From the first time I was forced to be with a man, I’ve never been with someone who is genuine, who wanted to be with me because it was what he wanted. Not because he craved to abuse me, not because he paid for me, not because it was convenient, but because he simply just wanted to be with me.
“My world isn’t exciting,” I whisper.
He hums. “You run a stable of high-class call girls. You work for Gavino Santoro. You’ve been accepted into the fold of all the Made Men’s wives and Santoro has made you a fifty percent partner in running a famiglia. Something that has never been done in the history of the mafia. I have a feeling that your world is very exciting, cuore mio.”
Rolling my eyes, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip before I let out a burst of laughter. Leaning forward, I can’t help myself and I don’t hold back, either. He holds me a little tighter, he touches his mouth to the side of my neck, his hand squeezing my waist.
“Show me your world, cuore mio,” he rasps against my skin.
“Okay, Elio,” I breathe.
