His Wife: A Dark Mafia Romance (Dark Sovereign Book 2)
His Wife: Chapter 1

Each time he touches me, I feel it deeper, its effect more profound. It digs deep into my soul, penetrating every wall I have ever built. I’m weak against it, unable to fight the descent into oblivion with him, lost forever, and God knows I never want to be found. Not as long as I’m with him.

In bed at night, just the feel of his breath against my skin has my blood instantly rushing to the surface, heat accelerating through my body, causing my head to spin with the promise of pleasure he delivers every single time.

It’s in the dark that his blue eyes gleam the most, their brilliance keeping my gaze captive. We’re connected. So in tune with each other. It’s easy to convince myself that we’re meant to be. There are so many lies my mind can tell whenever I’m under his spell, so many fables weaved within his touch. He makes me reckless, not caring about the consequences I might face when all this is over.

I’ve never been one to play with fire, yet with him, I crave to burn. I pray for my destruction if it means I can replace my ruin in his palms, his fingers, his mouth, his body. I never imagined I’d one day replace myself in the arms of a man whose name once sent shivers down my spine. Now, his name ignites a spark—a raging inferno that makes my body ache for him.

Alexius.

Alexius Del Rossa.

My husband.

The man I vowed to hate, only to fall into the snake pit where my heart now beats for him. I am his. I want only him. Every second spent with him is one moment closer to my undoing. He will steal my breath and corrupt my soul. I know that. I can feel it when my heart starts racing whenever he’s near me. Warning knocks against my chest when I struggle to breathe every time his sapphire gaze takes me captive. And those moments when his silent presence sends a flush to my cheeks and crazed butterflies to my stomach, that’s when I know the lines have blurred and nothing is as black and white as it was when it all started. That I’m no longer the scared girl he propositioned with an envelope that held the power of a different life for me. And whenever he touches my cheek, his eyes glazed and beautiful with him lost in thought, I can see a glimpse of a man who no longer seems to hate what I represent and loathe who I am to him.

His wife.

Maybe it’s a twisted fantasy of a girl who once had nothing, and now lies at the feet of a king. Or maybe it’s the dream of a woman who longs to replace love in this dark world.

Either way, Alexius Del Rossa will be the end of me.

I hear the clink of ice cubes, imagining him taking a sip of his whiskey, savoring the rich taste on his tongue while he watches me with blue eyes threatening to ignite. But there’s something different tonight. He’s different. The air is heavy, loaded, and thick. Like time is ticking by, closing in on the inevitable.

The end of our arrangement, perhaps.

“Your thighs burning yet?” I shiver from the sound of his voice. “You’ve been in that position for a long time. Your stiletto heels are starting to sink into my carpet.”

I shake my head. “There’s a different part of me aching right now.”

“I can see that. Your pussy is blushing for me, all pink and swollen.”

“Please,” I beg. “How long are you going to leave me like this?”

“For as long as I fucking like.”

On the floor and crouched, knees bent and pulled wide, I steady myself. My hands are tied behind my back, the silk constraints wrapped around my wrists. The blindfold is soft against my skin, my lack of sight causing me to focus on nothing other than the rich timbre of his voice that could carry me to orgasm with words alone.

I can feel his eyes on me. The heat of how he watches me spread open and naked. Vulnerable.

“Submission suits you, stray.” I hear the ice cubes again. “How can you be this perfect angel at my side, yet you’re this tempting siren at my feet? You’re my perfect contradiction.”

The sound of his heavy footsteps coming closer has me shivering with anticipation. I let out a breath hearing him unzip his pants, the fabric brushing across my knee as it falls to the floor. My heart beats a staccato rhythm against my ribs, my blood singing for the next fix of the euphoria only he can give.

Slipping in behind me, his naked thighs press against my shoulders, I settle back between his legs as he sits down on the mattress. I’m trembling at the first feel of his fingertips against my spine as he draws lazy circles along my skin. Blindfolded, I’m forced to endure the heightened pleasure and torture of his touch. It’s gentle, tender yet poisonous, as it infects me inch by slow inch, and the sound of his steady breathing, the feel of it dancing along my naked shoulder, has me leaning my neck to the side, hoping he’ll place his red-hot lips on my flesh.

“Who knew the stray I picked up off the streets would end up at my feet, eager for my cock? An insatiable little slut who thrives on the knowledge of her husband’s dick throbbing for her.”

Fuck. My insides are a mess when his choice of words meant to insult only feeds my need. It’s the dark shadows of my soul that relishes it, seeking ecstasy within the depths of our depravities. With a quick sweep of his hand, he slips my hair over my left shoulder, finally touching his lips to my skin.

He shifts, and I moan at the brush of the tip of his cock along my back. I can smell him—the spicy smell of sandalwood and the sweet scent of sex that emanates from our pores whenever we’re together like this.

He reaches over my shoulder to palm my breast, twisting my nipple between his fingers, and I jolt from the sting, sucking air through my teeth. While his lips explore my naked shoulder, I can feel that something is off. It’s him. He seems…troubled.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing but the fact that my cock wants into you.”

As if I can see him, I turn my head halfway, only to have him grab my jaw and force my face toward him, pressing his mouth to mine and spearing his tongue past my lips, feeding me his taste, his need, his intentions.

A whimper forces out of my lungs when his hand reaches down my stomach, cupping my sex, and I rock on my feet, almost losing my balance.

Breaking our kiss, his lips brush along the shell of my ear. “There is something about you that makes me forget about a life outside these walls.” He inserts a finger in my pussy, and my lips part. “I can walk through my bedroom door feeling like the whole world is closing in on me, lay a single fucking glance on you, and everything disappears, fading to nothing compared to the ache of wanting to bury my cock deep into this wet cunt of yours. Why is that? Why do I continue to want to lose myself in you?” His voice dips low, a tinge of resentment resounding off every syllable. “I only wanted a wife in you, Leandra. Not a goddamn distraction.”

“I guess we both got more than we bargained for, didn’t we?”

I feel his lips curve against my neck. “I suppose we did.”

A second finger slips inside me, his arm snaking around my shoulder rigid as he reaches down farther. “Let’s see if you can keep your balance while I make you come like this.”

His thumb replaces my clit, and I loll my head to the side. My legs shiver, and my body coils tight around his fingers, every stroke bringing me closer to pleasure.

“Alexius,” I moan.

“I’ll make it easy for you this time.” The second he bites down on my shoulder, my orgasm crests, every muscle shuddering from the pleasure he so expertly forces into me.

“Get up,” he orders, pulling his hand from my sex without giving me a moment to come down from the high, grabbing my shoulders and hoisting me to my feet. I can barely stand, my heart beating wildly with every heavy breath.

The blindfold is yanked off, and light hits my eyes. I blink rapidly, my sight adjusting to the light in the room while Alexius unties my hands. Lust ripples from him in torrid waves that infect the air, making it hard to breathe. Alexius isn’t a gentle lover; his touch and claiming of my body are always possessive and dominant. Sometimes cruel, yet always exactly the way I want it.

But it feels different now. He’s different. Angry. A brutal man with a savage touch that both hurts and ignites.

With irate steps and brutal fingers, he forces me toward the draped curtains before jerking them to the side, the hues of early sunset slicing through the window.

“Alexius, what are you doing?”

“That’s a stupid fucking question.”

With a palm against my back, he pushes me up against the glass, my nipples hardening from the cold, a stark contradiction from the heat that scalds my flesh as he presses his hard chest against my back. “I’m going to fuck you against this window.”

“Someone might see us.”

“We can hope. I don’t care who sees me fucking you, Leandra. In fact, I want the whole goddamn world to see so everyone can know who you belong to.”

I glance down from the second floor at the garden and its clear cobbled pathway. Someone can walk across at any moment, look up and see us. See me, my naked body pressed against the glass while Alexius fucks me from behind.

The thought thrills me, excitement tearing at my insides as I imagine one of his brothers standing there, watching us. I still wonder which one he shared me with, whose tongue lapped at my pussy, whose cock I gagged on.

Alexius lines up his cock and pushes it inside me. A warm breath leaves my lips and mists the window just as he fists my hair, flexing his hips before pounding back into me, causing me to moan out loud.

“That’s my stray,” he murmurs into my hair. “Let me hear you.”

His hands fall to my hips, and he grinds into me, his cock hitting me deep. And no matter how hard I try, I can’t close my eyes. I’m staring at the path that leads through the rows of roses—some still blooming even though it’s late autumn, and most greens have turned to the rustic shades of fall. There’s this sordid part of me that wants someone to appear there—to have eyes on me, on us.

Alexius buries himself to the hilt inside my aching pussy, thrusting so hard my feet lift off the ground. I’m helpless against the onslaught—against the pleasure he fucks into me, his cock hitting that perfect spot that sends shivers to every corner of my body, making my toes curl and my breath catch in my throat.

Every thrust is hard and unyielding, his hips slamming against my ass. He’d probably tear me apart if my body weren’t accustomed to him.

There’s a flash of a dark figure that appears across the garden, and my heart hiccups inside my chest as I narrow my eyes. My breasts slip up and down the glass as Alexius continues to fuck me.

I can’t see who it is walking in the distance, and my pulse races with anticipation just as he looks up. There’s no telling whether it’s Nicoli or Caelian. I know it’s not Isaia because this person is wearing a suit.

Alexius looks over my shoulder and nudges me with his chin. “Show him what you look like when you come.”

“Who is that?”

“What does it matter?”

“It matters to me.”

“No, it doesn’t.” He reaches around my waist, sliding his fingers between my legs, replaceing my clit, causing me to gasp and arch my back. “You don’t give a fuck who it is, as long they watch us fuck. That’s all that matters to you, isn’t it?”

I glance to the side at Alexius’ parted lips before meeting his fiery blue gaze, instantly lost in their depths, willingly drowning. My hunger for him doubles, and I’m an aching, starving mess for him. Just him. Always him. He’s right. It doesn’t matter who watches us, who witnesses us come undone, our bodies twisted together. All that matters is us. This. The way we feed each other’s most wicked desires.

Pressing harder against my clit, Alexius pulls me tighter against him, driving into me with one relentless thrust after the other, and each time his cock reaches the deepest part of me, a moan tears from my body.

He grabs my jaw with his other hand, forcing my head back, our parted lips touching. We don’t have the strength or the control to kiss. All we’re capable of is fueling our bodies forward toward a rapture that’s become our addiction.

I’m cocooned between him and the window, his fingers biting painfully into my jaw. But I like it. I relish the sting of pain as it feeds the darkness that would detonate at any moment.

“You better come,” he demands. “If I come before you do, I’ll pull my cock out of you and leave you aching until morning.”

His poison-laced threat is the last push I need, and my body convulses as my climax rips from my pussy to my spine. I’m still caught in the electric current of euphoria when I feel him come, his cock jerking as he fills me.

“Jesus. Fuck,” he curses, burying his face in the crook of my neck, and I go limp against him, wincing as his cock slips out of me, followed by his cum dripping down my inner thighs.

I can’t move, utterly spent and thoroughly fucked, when he presses his lips against my spine before draping his shirt over my naked shoulders. “I won’t be back in time for dinner,” he says before walking away.