His Wife: A Dark Mafia Romance (Dark Sovereign Book 2)
His Wife: Chapter 11

Ididn’t think I’d ever hear him say those words. And now that he has, my heart is full and my soul complete. It’s surreal, this life-changing moment of confessions that we’d never be able to turn around from. Everything’s changed, and there’s no going back now. I thought hearing him say he feels the same way would have me weak at the knees while my heart melts in my chest. But instead, I’m filled with vigor, confidence, thrilled by this new sense of…ownership. Not only do I belong to him, but he belongs to me, too. Alexius Del Rossa is mine as much as I am his.

As if he senses my newfound confidence, he eases back, dark brows curved with challenge. “Get on all fours,” he orders, and my spine tingles with excitement while I eagerly obey. He’s biting his bottom lip when he reaches out and fists my hair, easing me down while he has his other hand around the base of his cock—firm and inviting—guiding it to my mouth. “Now, suck my dick while you imagine my hands covered in every last drop of blood I’ve yet to spill for you. My beautiful. Fucking. Wife.”

I part my lips and take his cock in my mouth, sucking eagerly as I run my tongue along his shaft, feeling the veins pulse. His scent is a fusion of sex, his spicy cologne, and a hint of leather. It’s enough to heighten my senses and make my body burn.

I moan around him, my desire climbing as I taste the lust on his cock and feel his girth grow even harder against my tongue.

His grip on my hair tightens, and he controls the depth I take him in by forcing my head back and forth, hissing every time the tip of his cock reaches the back of my throat. He starts to fuck my face, his hips moving fast, rushing toward his release and tilting my head back so he can go even deeper.

With a guttural groan, he pulls out of my mouth, squeezing his throbbing length and cursing before yanking my head up by my hair. “As much as I love coming down your throat, I need your pussy tonight. I need to come inside you.” His eyes are dark pools of blue, lust burning through the hues. But before he can pin me beneath him, I press my hands to his chest and push him back against the headboard before straddling him, my thighs pinned around his waist.

An amused grin spreads across his handsome face. “Do you want to ride me, stray?”

“Only if you promise not to move.”

His eyes narrow as he sees the challenge in mine, and he lifts his hands in mocking surrender.

“Do your worst, Mrs. Del Rossa.”

Fuck. That devilish smirk and dangerous sex appeal could make every woman want to drop her panties and bend over. It still feels surreal that a man like him can replace pleasure with a woman like me. Alexius is perfection personified, his eyes liquid lust, and those lips are as sinful as his body is flawless.

I shift and turn on top of him, feeling his warm breath along my naked back. His hand grazes up and down my spine, easing down every vertebra and sending shivers through me as I push his pants farther down his legs.

“I said no moving.”

“It’s a ridiculous request,” he murmurs, and I slide my wet folds along his stiff shaft, earning me a low groan that vibrates from his lips.

“Let me do this. Please,” I beg, and there’s a moment where he hesitates, his fingers lingering against the arch of my back, but then it’s gone, and I feel him relax beneath me.

Lifting myself to my knees, I reach for his cock, guiding him to my entrance before sinking onto him with a moan. He’s so big, so thick, but my body has grown accustomed to him, my walls wrapping around him as if we were made to fit. I hear his subtle groan as a cloud of smoke wafts past, and I gently rock my hips, just enough to make him want more. The sensation is indescribable. Being in control of how deep and how fast, determining where his cock hits and moves inside me, leading the pace as we work toward our release, intensifying everything I feel, hear, taste.

With my hands on his thighs, I lean forward, dragging my palms down over his knees and legs. My nipples brush against his thighs, his length slowly slipping out of me as my legs widen.

“I swear to God, woman. If you let my cock slip out of you, I will take your ass and make it hurt.”

A thrill slithers down my spine, and I ease back, propping myself up with my hands on his muscled thighs. I take him deep, pushing down hard to ensure every inch of him is inside me. The pleasure is intense as I move, riding him with slow and controlled circles of my hips.

He thrusts beneath me, and I stop. “You’re breaking the rules, Alexius.”

“What gives you the idea I give a fuck about your rules?”

I’m slowly driving myself insane with the leisurely circles of my hips and rocking my body on top of him the way I want to. Taking his cock the way I want to.

My eyes close, and my body picks up the pace. My hips are no longer rolling, they’re moving up and slamming down, my fingers digging into the flesh of his thighs. Every time the head of his cock reaches the deepest part of my core, it takes me closer to my release.

Dark strands of my hair bounce around my shoulders as I ride him, his groans and curses fueling me to go faster, to fuck him harder. I’m about to crest when Alexius grabs my hips, thrusting up hard before wrapping his arms around my waist and cupping my breasts, his chest flush against my back.

His warm breath skims my sensitive flesh, our bodies squeezed together so tight, it’s hard to know where he begins and I end. I throw my head back, reaching behind me and weaving my fingers through his hair as our moans form a symphony of lust headed toward a crescendo that would rip through us at any moment.

We’re both moving. I’m pushing down hard while he rolls his hips upward, both needing it deeper. So much deeper.

“Do not think for one second simply because I allow you to ride me that you’re in control.”

His hand slips down my front, his expert fingers replaceing my throbbing clit. I can no longer control my breathing, my moans. But the desire is too powerful, too intense, and we’re both past the point where control is even a fucking option.

“No man will ever have this privilege of knowing what your pussy feels like. Only me. It will always be me.” The sound of his rapid breaths fills my ear, and I cry out just as his hand wraps around my throat, fingers squeezing to a point where I can no longer inhale. His cock throbs inside me, our movements desperate and uncontrolled. The pleasure is intense. It’s too much as tears prickle the corners of my eyes.

“Come on my cock, stray. I won’t cream this pussy of yours until you break around me.”

My lips part, my pussy clenches, and my body comes apart, an orgasm crashing against every bone, a storm raging through my blood. My climax crests, and I feel him jerk inside me, growling against the skin of my shoulder, pressing our bodies harder together.

It’s impossible to think that there are moments as powerful as this, moments strong enough to define us. Define who we are. And it’s in this moment that I see it as clearly as the sun breaking through the clouds while rain still laps onto the Earth. No matter how daunting it is, how profound the consequences might be…I am his. And I want to be. I want to be his. I want this with him. Not for a day, a week, or six months. I want this until the day I take my last breath.

I’ve been denying this truth, hoping it would disappear, but instead, it only intensified threefold.

My chest rises and falls with every breath, but I don’t feel the air reach my lungs.

“I love you, Leandra,” he whispers. “I just hope you can carry the burden that comes with it.”