His Tesoro: An Arranged Marriage Age Gap Mafia Romance (Empire of Royals Book 1)
His Tesoro: Chapter 78

Sofiya was stretched out on the large cream couch in the villa’s living room, resting after our day on the water. Her feet were in my lap and I was massaging them, loving the little noises of pleasure she made. She was wearing tiny lace shorts and a cream crop top that forced my eyes to flit between the curve of her breasts and the strip of bare stomach.

She flipped through the activity book provided by the resort. “They have golfing here.” She looked at me over the top of the book. “I think I’d have to divorce you if you took up golfing.”

I growled and crawled over her body, bracketing her head with my forearms and meeting her with a furious expression. “You are never fucking divorcing me.”

She giggled and arched, rubbing her sweet little pussy against me. The book dropped to the floor, forgotten. “Maybe I need a reminder of who owns me.”

I groaned and pressed my face to the crook of her neck, sucking on her soft skin. “Fuck, we have to get ready for dinner.”

Her hand slid between our bodies, cupping my quickly hardening cock. “We could just order in.”

If it were any other night, if I didn’t have something planned, I would have stripped off her clothes and taken her here in a heartbeat. I clenched my jaw and forced myself off of her. “No. Dinner.”

She pouted. “Fine, then, if you’re going to be all romantic.” She huffed as if she was completely put-out by my desire to romance her, but I knew better. She was getting better at letting me spoil her and even though she put up a fight, I knew she loved it.

Just like I loved spoiling her.

Loved her.

I pulled her up off the couch and into my arms, walking us into the bedroom.

“You know I can walk. My legs are feeling good today. Probably better than yours.” I ignored her. I wasn’t going to let my still-healing gunshot wound stop me from carrying my wife. It was mostly healed now, thanks to copious physical therapy, but I still had to use a cane when the pain acted up.

I set her down on the bed, moving her rollator in front of her. “Get ready, baby.” I pressed a soft kiss to her lips. When I pulled back, I noticed a pink tinge to her nose and cheeks. I scowled as I ran my finger down the bridge of her nose. “You’re sunburned.”

“Just a tiny bit.”

“I don’t like it.”

She joined her fingers with mine, a smile playing on her lips. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think you can shoot the sun in punishment.”

Maybe not, although it deserved it after hurting my tesoro. But until I could punish the sun, I would just have to be more diligent about having her wear sunscreen and a hat.

I kissed her pink nose and then forced myself to leave the room before I got completely sucked into her orbit.

Sofiya used her rollator to make her way to the restaurant’s outside patio, and I kept my hand on her back the entire time. She was wearing a silver sequined dress that hit her mid-thigh, leaving her lush legs on display. Legs that two male restaurant staff members were currently looking at. My hand twitched towards my gun, but Sofiya wouldn’t like it if I shot them. I settled for turning my furious, burning gaze at them. Maybe they had some common sense because both of them stepped back, eyes wide, before running back inside the restaurant.

“This view is amazing,” Sofiya said with awe in her voice. The patio looked out over the ocean, the smell of salt lingering in the air. My wife took every opportunity she could to be outside, so I’d arranged for us to sit out here where we could watch the sunset as a string quartet played softly in the background. Tonight had to be perfect. She deserved nothing less.

My heart pounded throughout the entire dinner. I barely tasted my food. Why the fuck was I so nervous? I was the Don, and Sofiya was already mine.

I took a sip of my drink and focused on her to distract myself from the angry buzz of hornets in my chest. She was glowing. The candlelight sparkled off her eyes as she talked about all her favorite parts of our trip so far. She was so full of life as she bounced in her chair, chatted with the waiter, and made appreciative little noises at every bite of food, making my cock grow embarrassingly hard.

She held her hand out to me and I took it. She ran her fingers across my knuckles. “You seem distracted. Is everything okay?”

We had just finished dessert.

“Everything is perfect, tesoro.” I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed it. “Except for one thing.”

She cocked her head to the side, but as I moved out of my chair and got down on one knee, her lips parted and eyes widened. I pulled out a small velvet ring box and opened it. “This is the ring you deserved from the beginning.”

“Oh my God.” Sofiya’s eyes shone as they flitted between my face and the ring.

My heart pounded as I slid it on her finger. It was so different from the last time I’d put a ring on her. During our ceremony, my focus had been on the alliance and what our marriage could do for the Family. Now, I was kneeling before the center of my universe, knowing there was nothing I wouldn’t do for her. I caressed her hand, possessiveness filling my chest at seeing further proof that she belonged to me.

She ran her fingers through my hair, and I leaned into her touch. “Aren’t you supposed to ask me to marry you?”

“We’re already married.”

“Well, yeah, but you know, it’s tradition to ask.”

I fixed her with a stern expression. “You will marry me, tesoro.”

She snorted. “Close enough.” She grasped both sides of my face and pulled me in for a kiss. When we pulled apart, her eyes were sparkling. “I can’t believe I’m engaged. I hope my husband doesn’t replace out.”

I growled and gripped her chin. “Are you trying to rile me up?”

“Always.”

I narrowed my eyes, but my lips twitched as I pulled her into another kiss.