Ana
After I finish tossing my cookies in the bathroom, I scrub my teeth for a full five minutes. As soon as I return to my room, I find it in utter disarray. Armani and Colton have already found two hidden cameras, tiny and meticulously hidden to deceive the eye. Cassio is fuming, but pushes his anger aside to comfort me without prompting.
“Don’t let the messages get to you, forza. No one can touch you while I’m here. Whoever this is, they’re taunting you over text because they know they don’t stand a chance against all of us.”
“They threatened you,” I croak. “They killed Cole because of me. That’s what those messages meant.”
“Whatever their motivations were, it was not your fault. I’ve told you that before, and I’ll say it again. You aren’t responsible for the insane things this lunatic does.”
Breathing shakily, I nod. “What do they want with me? Why me?”
“I don’t know yet, love, but I’m going to find out. We’re not listening to his fucking threats either, Ana. I won’t bow down to some faceless fuck who thinks he owns you. You are mine. My woman. My wife. Mine to touch, to love, to fuck, to do whatever the hell you want from me. Do you hear me?”
A sigh of relief tugs on the tether of tension in my gut. “You mean it? You won’t avoid me now to keep me safe or some bullshit?”
“Never going to happen, Wife.”
The next few hours pass in a blur of phone calls, camera hunting, and stiff conversations. Remo isn’t able to trace the phone responsible for ruining my night. It’s a burner phone, and whoever bought it, covered their tracks. No one is happy with the news, least of all Remo. He takes pride in his hacking abilities, apparently, and not being able to help irks him.
Though Colton and Armani are able to find a total of four cameras in my bedroom, they aren’t confident that more won’t pop up. Which means that Cassio insists we move into another room. Bron’s to be exact. The likelihood of the Monarch having his room bugged is slim, but the boys still do a thorough sweep before moving my clothes and toiletries over.
By the time the dust has begun to settle, and the unknown number has been blocked in my phone, no one is tired enough to go back to sleep. The sun has risen, and the stress of dealing with the situation has us all wide awake. Cassio leaves me to decompress in the shower, while he decides to take my phone to visit Killian. He hopes that the two of them might be able to dissect the messages, and even if they can’t, he’s due to check in on my brother.
The hot and steamy shower does a good job of waking me up from the small pity party I was throwing for myself earlier. Whatever I’ve done in the past, it’s not going to scare Cassio away. He loves me.
He isn’t afraid of what’s happening now, either. He’s pissed, actually.
Armani and Colton are too. They looked like they wanted to obliterate every camera they found. And watching their faces screw up with wrath while reading the anonymous messages on my phone, I know they won’t rest until they punish whoever is responsible for them.
One thing is for sure, I’m glad I haven’t made it back to volunteering yet. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if this psychopath somehow used the orphanage to get to me. I might need to keep my distance until this is done. I care too much about those kids and the women who run the place to put them at risk.
Deciding I need to eat, I towel-dry my hair as best as I can before slipping into a clean outfit. A simple pair of cotton shorts and a vest top.
When I enter the living room, I don’t find the typical sight. Normally I would walk in on Armani and Colton eating breakfast while some kind of sporting event plays on the telly. Today though, there’s a familiar hum in the air as I find Colton topless, lying on his side while Armani leans over him. He’s laser focused on the cowboy’s ribs, etching some sort of design into his skin. My interest is immediately piqued.
Armani does tattoos?
I knew he had most of his body decorated in ink—obviously—but I was completely unaware that he also knows how to do the art himself. I should really make a better effort to get to know him. I think he’s one of my best mates, honestly. Silently, I make a promise to be a better friend.
“I’m offended,” I tell them primly, getting their attention. “Why wasn’t I invited to this little party?”
The buzzing cuts off as they both look toward my voice.
Armani gives me a beaming grin, ignoring my comment. “Hey, pretty girl,” he greets happily. “We needed to blow off some steam. We’ve only been going for about twenty minutes now. Of course you’re invited.”
Trying not to smile, I fold my arms. “So many minutes I’ve missed, how will I recover from such a betrayal?”
“Twenty minutes of pure torture without your company, doll,” Colton quips. “Come join us and see Armani in his element—making me suffer.”
“You asked for this, drama queen.”
“You’re making it more painful on purpose, I know you are.”
“That doesn’t even make any sense. How would I do that?”
“You tell me, you’re the sadist with the needles.”
An easy smile creeps on my face, feeling so at home while witnessing their spirted banter. These two could do this fake bickering thing all day long, if they wanted.
Armani rolls his eyes. “Shall I stop then, your highness?”
“Don’t you dare leave me half finished, fucker,” Colton grumbles.
“That’s what she said.”
“You’re a child.”
Arching a brow, Armani drawls, “You’re letting a child permanently alter your body?”
“Can I go next?” I cut in, taking the closest seat to the pair.
Armani’s eyes light up. “Really?”
“Fuck yes you can, doll,” Colton cheers. “You want more ink?”
After this morning? I think a few tattoos might be just what the doctor ordered, actually.
“I do,” I admit, biting my lip. “But you can’t tell anyone about it. At least until after I show Cassio.”
Colton whistles. “Secret ink? I am soooo in.”
“What are you thinking?” Armani asks, tilting his head at me. “Do you want to add to your back piece?”
“No…” I pause, feeling a bit shy about my request. “You might think it’s a bit crazy.”
“Doll, crazy is fun.” Colton grins. “Hit us with it.”
“Well, I want Cassio’s name—”
“Oh, shhhhit.”
“—in seven places.”
Both men go silent and blink at me, digesting the confession.
“Seven places?” Armani eventually asks.
“Just in small cursive script,” I clarify quietly. “But yes, seven places. I’ve been thinking about getting his name, and every time it’s come up, I can’t decide where I’d like it best.”
Colton chuckles. “So you’ve decided you want it everywhere?”
“The number seven is considered lucky for relationships in Chinese culture,” I explain, wringing my hands. “My mum always used groups of seven in her more romantic paintings. And I know people say name tattoos are bad luck, but let’s face it, mafia marriages are forever. Even if they weren’t, there’s no scenario in which I let Cassio get away from me now.”
You’d have to pry that man from my cold, dead hands.
“Plus, it would be a huge fuck you to whoever the hell thinks they can tell me who I belong to,” I add, a dangerous thought glinting in the back of my mind. I hope this psycho figures out what I’ve done and it makes them weep like a baby.
“You’ve got a devious side, doll,” Colton drawls, flashing an approving grin. “You may look like a proper little mafia princess, but you’ve got the edge of danger about you that I love.”
“Agreed,” Armani chimes, smirking. “Cassio said we aren’t allowed to tell you this, but you looked hot as fuck dropping that bitch Morgan. I barely caught what she said before I saw you attack.”
“Like a runway model playing an assassin in an action movie.”
Laughing, I rub the back of my neck awkwardly. “I guess I don’t need to worry about my little incident scaring you both off.”
“Pffft.” Colton waves me off. “Armani has a little book of creative ways to kill people for fun. He’s not quite Nico-level murderous, but we’re no strangers to putting people down for crossing a line.”
“Can’t scare us off,” Armani agrees. “Now, let me finish up this rib piece, sort out some clean materials, and then I’ll get you stenciled up, girl. You know every spot you want them?”
“Sure do.”
Five hours later, my new tattoos are all done, out of their wrapping and slick with Aquaphor. Armani did an amazing job, scripting my husband’s name by hand and printing seven identical stencils to mark me with. Cassio is due home at any minute, and I’ve decided exactly how I want to reveal my little surprise. I just hope he doesn’t think I’m insane for going this far. I want him to like it—no, love it.
I don’t have a lot of lingerie in my collection. In fact, most of it is unworn, only purchased when I’ve been in one of my slutty little moods. I like to feel sexy, but I’ve never put anything special on for a man before. The blue lace teddy that matches impeccably well with my wedding ribbon was too good of an opportunity to pass up. It hugs my waist tight, and pushes my breasts into a relaxed position closer together. The fabric is so soft, even the cheeky bit that rests between my arse cheeks.
I’ve put the ribbon bracelet on along with my teddy, having saved it. I know Cassio had to cut his off, but my wrist was small enough to slip right out of the material, and I couldn’t bear to part with it.
Normally I’d like my hair down, to feel it all over my skin, but I’ve tucked it up into a ponytail instead. I don’t want it hiding any part of me from Cassio. As it is, I’m going to need to move some fabric out of the way to show him a couple of the tattoos.
Bron’s bedroom door creaks open, and I hold my breath, spinning around to watch. Cassio has shed his jacket before coming upstairs, apparently, and he’s right in the middle of rolling up his sleeves. He’s too occupied with the task to notice me right away, but I don’t mind. I soak up the view of his fingers flexing and working around his thick, veiny forearms, licking my lips as the show goes on.
“Dio onnipotente,” Cassio breathes, catching sight of me.
“Is that good?” I ask, taking a few steps forward to lay a hand on his chest. “You know I don’t speak Italian, though I love the way it sounds when you do, Husband.”
“It means God Almighty,” he explains, the words hot on his tongue. “And it’s definitely good, Wife. You look edible.”
His eyes roam over me, freezing as he gets a closer look at the hand holding his heart.
“Is that what I think it is?” His voice is like gravel, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Keep looking,” I purr, turning my head to the side.
Rough fingers catch my jaw, pulling my face closer to examine what he’s found behind my ear. Cassio breathes hard, body going taut while he takes in the sight. But I’m not done helping him explore more of what I have to show him. I lift and shift my lingerie around, maneuvering my body multiple times before I’ve given him a peak at every tattoo.
Every brand of his name etched into my skin forever.
One behind my right ear, the next under my left breast, then the right side of my hip—just above where my knickers sit. Next, the top of my left thigh, and then the inside of my right wrist. On the side of my left ring finger, and finally along my ankle on the right. They crisscross down my body, wrapping me in a path of Cassio.
“Are you scared of me yet?” I ask, peering up into his searing gaze. “Do you still love me like this?”
“Ana…” His face moves to hover just above mine. “There are no words. You marked yourself all over this gorgeous body just for me?”
“Seven times.” I sigh. “Do you like it?”
“I fucking love it. But why… how did you decide to do this?”
Biting my lip, I let my fingers dance along the buttons of his shirt. “The number seven sounds like the word “even” in Mandarin, you know? It’s meant to be good for relationships. I don’t speak the language as well as my mother did, I wouldn’t even consider myself half-fluent. But she believed in this sort of thing, and I believe in you—in us.”
“Can I fuck you without hurting them?” He asks the question like a demand, desire dripping from every word.
“I have something else in mind,” I rasp, grabbing him by the back of the neck and forcing our lips together.
Our tongues tangle and our bodies mold against each other. Moaning at his taste and the incredible pressure of his mouth, I drop my hands and get to work. Fumbling with his belt, I’m undeniably eager to rid him of the leather. Cassio breaks our fevered kiss with a groan, pressing his forehead against mine.
“What are you doing to me, Wife?”
“Worshipping you,” I whisper, brushing my lips over his lips… his chin… and down his neck. I continue to trail soft kisses down his bare chest and fall to my knees to lavish his toned stomach. The wood floor is cold against my skin, sending a chill up the back of my legs, radiating all the way to the hot nape of my neck. I resist a shiver and peer up at Cassio through hooded eyes, fluttering my lashes at his gorgeous face.
“You are a fucking dream, Ana,” he husks, watching me with his blistering gaze.
“I’ve been thinking about doing this for so long,” I admit in a seductive purr, pulling on the band of his boxers and trousers. The tailored fabric slips down to the ground, pooling around his ankles and releasing his thick cock in the process. Every time I lay my eyes on this part of him, I’m stunned by the sheer size of it.
I don’t waste a second, caressing his warm cock greedily. My fingers struggle to surround his girth, he’s velvet soft to the touch but impossibly stiff at the same time.
“You’ve been such a good husband, Cassio,” I say, my breath teasing the underside of his shaft. “I think you earned this, don’t you? Will you take my mouth? Will you fuck it?”
Before he can answer, I punctuate my question by pressing a wet kiss to the crown of his throbbing dick. Precum smears against my soft skin, and my lips warm just by touching him. The heat is like a siren call, pulling me in to repeat the action.
“Fuuuck, Ana,” he growls, reaching out to twist my hair around his hand and wrap the gathered bundle into a tight fist. “You want to reward me for being good to you, is that it? You think I need your mouth around my cock to honor me? It’s an honor just breathing the same fucking air as you, forza.”
The most sensitive bit between my legs throbs, and my stomach flips, hearing the conviction in his tone. I didn’t think it was possible to want him even more than I already do, but here I am, panting for it.
“I think…” I tease the words slowly, tilting my head up at him. “I think that you’ve tasted me more than once. And now… it’s my turn.”
Having said my piece, I part my lips, opening wide to accommodate his size. His cock twitches as I close my mouth around it, stroking the underside tentatively with my tongue. Holding him in place by the base of his length, I push forward, greedy for more.
“If you could see yourself right now, baby,” Cassio groans. He reaches out with his freehand and strokes the back of his fingers down the side of my face. “You have no idea how irresistible you are, do you, Wife? My name all over your body, your sweet lips wrapped tight around my cock, fuck.”
His praise feels immaculate, sinking into me like a physical touch. I hollow my cheeks and suck him once hard before pulling my mouth off of him entirely. His cock comes out shiny, falling from my lips with a wet sound.
“You’re the only man I’ve ever done this to,” I confess sweetly. “Do you like knowing that? Knowing that I’m learning how to pleasure you with my mouth for the first time? And that I can’t get enough of it?”
“I may not allow you to get enough of it if you keep speaking to me that way, Ana,” he warns, voice dark and raspy. “You’re practically begging me to put you on your back to fuck all those pretty little words right out of you.”
“After,” I suggest, seeking out his balls with my unused hand. I gently cup the firm sack from below, fondling them with a squeeze as I bend forward to suck on his tip. Mumbling into his skin, I quietly add, “After I devour you.”
Cassio’s hand tightens in my hair as he rumbles with a deep moan. His pleasure is evident in the sound and in the way his jaw tightens. His eyes become hooded and heavy, the deep pools of blue sparking with delicious arousal. The air feels electric around us as the taste of his arousal begins to coat my tongue.
No need for further prompting or permission, I continue, sucking his cock back in my mouth, aiming for more depth. My lips tingle as they roll around him, arousal further lighting up in my center. I feel unstoppable, like a queen kneeling at her king’s feet. The act is powerful, even in its submissive nature.
“Mmm, there you go, forza,” he encourages. His hips rock forward gently, trying to stuff as much of his length in my mouth as possible. But no matter how deep he attempts to press, the back of my throat won’t budge.
My eyes prick with tears, a small gag sounding from his efforts.
“Such a shame,” Cassio murmurs, caressing my face once again. “There’s no way I can fuck your tight little throat is there, baby?”
“Uh-uh,” I slur, bobbing my head while sucking him.
“It’s a good thing you have two other perfectly fuckable holes for me then, isn’t it?” His teasing tone is torturous, his deviant words reminding me just how much I enjoy being filthy for my husband. “Nod to answer me, sweet wife.”
An unstoppable whimper crawls up my throat and I do as instructed, nodding eagerly to agree with him. If it were physically possible, I’d allow him to fuck every part of me—too snug throat and all.
As if he can tell that I’m struggling to breathe, Cassio uses his grip on my hair to pull me back, allowing me to suck down some new air. Twirling my tongue around his cock’s sensitive head, I sigh happily and moan.
“I can’t wait to do this for the rest of our lives,” I tell him, using the saliva remaining on his length to stroke and circle him tightly.
I want to know Cassio’s body like the back of my hand. To keep him satisfied through each and every encounter. I want to know how to make him tremble with my touch and to make him crave every moment with me by his side. I crave my husband like a sweet, sweet drug, and I never want to stop.
“You thinking about the rest of our lives while sucking me off, Ana?” Cassio’s jaw ticks and his head tilts to one side, assessing me.
“I’m always thinking about the rest of our lives,” I confess.
“Yeah?”
One word has my pussy clenching around air, pulsing for him.
“Yeah,” I rasp. “But enough of that now. You might not be able to fit your big fat cock in my throat but you can certainly fuck my mouth with it.”
His eyes flare and his fist flexes, my scalp prickling in reaction to the tug. “Slap my thigh if you can’t breathe, do you hear me? If you pass out on me, I’m going to punish you, and not in a way that you’ll like.”
I blink at him, startled by the seriousness in his voice. “I hear you.”
“I mean it, Ana. You won’t let me hurt you, even by accident, yes?”
Softening at his concern, I smile hesitantly. “I understand, Cassio.”
I might not be able to take it when he lets go, especially with my inexperience and his size. Still, I can promise him that I’ll tap out if it’s too much. One of the things I love most about my husband is his insatiable need to keep me safe, after all.
Rolling my lips around my teeth, I take Cassio’s cock back into my mouth. My heart races with anticipation, and my hands rest at my sides. I peer into his crystal blue eyes and let my trust ring through.
I gasp as he thrusts forward, surprised by the strength of it.
Within seconds, I’m captivated. My mouth becomes sensitive and pliant, craving every minute of the act. I relish every moan, groan, and curse that Cassio releases. I’m obsessed with how much power I have over him, even as he controls my face like it’s his own personal fuck toy.
And when he comes? I don’t let him pull out to spill on my breasts, I suck down every single drop. As his softening cock twitches in my mouth, I just know I’m going to want more.
This won’t be the last time I find myself on my knees, begging to have my husband fuck my wanting mouth.
