His Stolen Bride - MINK Page 0,31

and grabs the headboard with one hand. I hear it make a groaning sound.

“Beautiful, you just had your sweet pussy on my mouth. I’m on edge here.”

I smile, loving this power I have over him. I wrap my hand around his cock and slowly start to stroke him. More cum starts to leak from the head. I lean down and catch it with my tongue.

“Tell me what to do.”

“Anything you do is perfect. I just enjoy your mouth on me.”

“I enjoy having my mouth on you.” I suck him between my lips. I may have never done this, but I’ve read enough books to get an idea of what I’m supposed to do. With both hands I massage his balls as I keep on sucking as hard as I can, taking him to the back of my throat.

“Fuck.” He groans as his legs tense up. The headboard groans louder. His free hand tangles into my hair as my mouth continues to work him.

“Wife. I’m going to come.”

It only makes me work faster. I feel his hand tighten in my hair before he grunts out my name, and his release spills down my throat. I don’t stop sucking him until he pulls me off him and covers his mouth with mine. “You don’t have a fucking gag reflex.”

“I don't know.” I shrug.

He laughs, shaking his head before kissing me again.

“We should shower.” He pulls me from the bed. In the past month, we’ve built up a routine together. I love showering with him. First he washes me, and then I do the same to him. When we finally make it out of the shower, we have breakfast together. I didn't know men could be so sweet. There were a few times I’ve almost burst into tears.

“Do you like this?” I give a small spin, showing off my dress.

“You know I love when you wear dresses.”

“Me too.” I smile against his mouth before he kisses me. Oftentimes, he'll come find me throughout the day and pull me into a room to have his wicked way with me.

My stomach growls. Santino pulls back from the kiss.

“I need to feed you.” He takes my hand and leads me out of our bedroom and down the hallway. The renovations are coming along nicely. When money isn't an object, you really can get things done quickly. This place is starting to feel like home in more ways than one.

Every time something is completed, I rush to find Santino and make him come see the progress. I get this giddy happy feeling whenever he likes what I’ve done. I could probably paint this place pink and he’d say he liked it. He said the only thing he cares about is that I’m making it our home.

“Hey, lovebirds,” my sister Gianna says as we enter the kitchen.

“Morning.” I give her and Leo a smile.

“I’ll make you a plate.” Santino grabs a dish before I can protest. He always gives me too much. One night I told him what it had been like living with Giuseppe. He wanted to dig him up and kill the man all over again after that conversation. His anger at my past treatment by Giuseppe only turned me on. I found a good way to get Santino to calm down, though.

“And, how are you?” I rub my hand across Gianna’s belly.

“Good.” I stare at her for a second and notice the dark circles under her eyes.

“You’re worried?”

“Everything is so nice here. When Father finds out. . .” Her words are whispered.

I rest my forehead against hers. “I would never let anything happen to your or my nephew.”

“It’ll be okay, sweetheart.” Leo pulls her over and kisses the top of her head. She melts into him. Santino sets my plate down for me as Lucky winds between my ankles, a purr already vibrating through his fluffy orange body.

“I gave my word to my wife that I will handle this. Gianna doesn’t have to worry.”

“I know, but we all know what’ll happen when my father gets tired of playing keep-away. I don’t want to start a war.” She sighs heavily.

I grab her hand and give it a squeeze. “It’s the only way. I can’t hand you over. I won't be able to do it. Even if you asked me to, I wouldn't. I’d lock you in the basement until it was handled.”

She lets out a small laugh. She thinks I’m joking. I’m not. Santino’s hand on my hip flexes. He knows my words are true.

“Sir, if