God Of Vengeance (Kings Of Mafia)

With every passing second, where the guests are drinking champagne and enjoying the reception, I grow more and more impatient for them to leave.

“Stop scowling at everyone,” Gabriella whispers, where she’s sitting beside me.

“How much longer?” I mutter.

“We only get one wedding,” she says, “try to enjoy it.”

“I am, but I also want to be alone with you.”

She pats my chest and smiles at Samantha as she walks by the table.

“You look stunning, Gabriella,” Samantha says, not even daring to look in my direction.

“Thank you,” my bride accepts the compliment like the queen she is.

Aunt Greta rushes toward us and says, “It’s time to open the dance floor.”

“Dance floor?” I mutter. “No one said anything about dancing.”

“Do it for me,” Gabriella whispers before standing up.

Unable to refuse her anything, I climb to my feet and follow her to the middle of the floor.

A song starts to play, and as I take Gabriella into my arms, I ask, “Which song did you pick?”

“Anyone by Tommee Profitt and Fluerie.” She wraps her arms around my neck, her fingers playing with my hair as she smiles up at me. “It says everything I feel.”

Not giving a fuck what everyone else thinks, I stand on one spot and sway from side to side as I listen to the words.

The lyrics make emotions trickle into my chest, and I tighten my arms around her.

Christ, I love Gabriella with everything I am.

My eyes lock with my wife’s, and seeing how happy she is, I pull her hands away from my neck. Wrapping an arm around her back, I tug her flush with my body while I hold her right hand in mine.

When I start to move her across the floor, her lips part.

“You made it sound like you couldn’t dance,” she chastises me.

“No. I said I don’t like it,” I correct her. “But for you, I’ll do it.”

When the song speeds up, I twirl Gabriella away from me before bringing her back to my arms.

Laughter explodes from her, and it makes the corners of my mouth lift.

I do it again just so I can hear her laugh, and when she looks up at me with the green flecks shining brightly in her light brown eyes, I know I’ll never love another as much as I love her.

I’m so fucking thankful I kept her for myself.

I notice Emilio leading Mamma to the floor, and when he dances with her, I give him a thankful nod.

Carlo grabs Aunt Greta, who hasn’t stopped running around for one second, and drags her protesting ass to the dance floor.

I glance at everyone having fun and needing to be alone with my wife, I take Gabriella’s hand and order, “Come.”

I drag her out of the room and head for the elevator.

“What about the guests?” she asks.

“Let them enjoy the night,” I mutter.

I pull her into the elevator and growl at the fucking fabric of her dress when we struggle to get it all into the small space.

“You’re so impatient,” she chuckles.

“You have no fucking idea.”

I lift my hands to her face and keep her in place as I claim her mouth.

I fucking devour my wife as we ride to the third floor, and when the doors open, I don’t stop, and we stumble into the hallway.

We somehow make it across the landing before I break the kiss and unfasten my belt.

“On your knees, my little spitfire.”

She sinks down and helps me unbutton my pants. When she pulls the zipper down, I free my cock, and order, “Open your mouth.”

When her lips part, I step forward. The moment I feel her mouth wrap around my cock, I grab hold of her hair.

“Take me deep.”

Her cheeks hollow out as she sucks me into her mouth, and feeling her tongue brush against the side of my cock, my legs go a little numb from how good it feels.

“It’s the first time a woman has her mouth on my cock,” I tell her.

Gabriella grabs hold of my ass and starts to suck as if her fucking life depends on it, a possessive light in her eyes.

“Christ,” I grind the word out through clenched teeth as I watch my wife rock my fucking world.

When I thrust too deep, she gags and tears jump to her eyes. The sight is downright erotic, and within seconds, I come.

Pleasure zips through my body like a current of electricity, and Gabriella swallows every drop of my cum.

I pull out of her mouth, and grabbing hold of her, I haul her over my shoulder. I shove the fabric of her dress out of my face and carry her into my bedroom, only pausing a second to kick the door shut behind us.

Throwing Gabriella onto the bed, I mutter, “How the fuck do I get you out of this dress?”

Laughter bursts from her, and sitting up, she turns her back to me. “Help me with the zipper.”

I pull it down, and then it’s surprisingly easy as Gabriella shoves the dress down her body, exposing white lace lingerie that makes her look like a porn star.

“Jesus Christ, you are so fucking sexy,” I say as I pull the bowtie loose from my neck. While I undress, my eyes drink in the sight of my wife as she lies down on the bed.

She watches me with hooded eyes, and when I’m naked, she murmurs, “You’re so handsome. I’ll never get tired of looking at you.”

Taking hold of her legs, I yank her to the edge of the bed, and leaning over her, I bite her nipple through the lace.

“Are you fond of the lingerie?”

“No, I got it for you.”

“Good,” I mutter as I take hold of the lace, and without much effort, I rip it open so I can get to her skin. I drop kisses all over her breasts, and it only makes my desire for her burn hotter through my veins.

I yank the lace off her, and aligning my cock with her soaked pussy, I enter her in one hard thrust.

“Christ, your pussy is getting used to taking all of my cock,” I groan as I grip hold of her hips, and then I fuck my wife until she’s crying my name as she comes apart for me.

When I slump over her, I gasp for air, my heart thundering in my chest.

Pleasure spasms through my body while I look deep into her eyes where I see my entire future.