Vow to Me: A Mafia Arranged Marriage (The Romano Empire Book 1)

Chapter Seventeen

Fucking Izzy with my mouth has got to be one of the most fucking erotic things I’ve ever encountered, she’s like a goddamn drug that’s so intoxicating you’d happily die for just one more hit, she tasted so fucking sweet, and her raspy little moans nearly made me come right there in my pants. Jesus Christ, I’d never been so fucking turned on in all my life.

No woman has ever had that much of an effect on me, a bomb could have gone off and I still wouldn’t have been able to pull myself away from her pretty pink pussy. I’d have happily been blown to pieces as long as I did it while feasting on her. And fuck, when she pulled on my hair while crying out for more? It’s an honest to God miracle I didn’t blow my load, which would have been embarrassing as fuck, luckily, I managed to control myself.

I know she was confused about why I wouldn’t let her touch me, and if I’m being honest, it fucking killed me to turn her away, but I wanted last night to be focused on her. It took all my strength to not bend her over and fuck her while we showered, especially after I’d just felt her pussy clamp down on my fingers, knowing she’d squeeze the fucking life out of my cock and seeing her soaking wet in the shower, washing her tits, water dripping from them and begging me to give them another taste? Her swollen pussy on display, begging me to take her right there? Or when she turned around, and I got a full view of that fucking prefect, full, plump ass that begged me to lean over and give it a sharp slap? Fucking torture.

Fuck, I could come from just thinking about it.

I barely slept all night, too preoccupied staring down at Izzy’s angelic face while she clung to me in her sleep, she’s fucking perfect. I never thought a woman would be able to capture my attention the way she has. I’m not sure whether it’s because I know that I’m married to her and I’ll have to spend my life with her, or whether it’s just her. To be truthful, she had me fucking mesmerized from the second I laid eyes on her when she walked down that aisle.

The woman has managed to worm her way inside me, and I don’t think I’ll ever fucking get her out, and I honestly don’t think I would want to. It feels as though she was made just for me, as though my soul recognizes hers, like we’re both two halves of a whole, destined to complete each other. She’s quickly becoming the most important person in my life, which is fucking strange since I’ve known her for such a short amount of time.

I”ve just woken up, and she’s still lying in the same position she was in last night when she fell asleep. As I peer down at her, I try to imagine what life has been like for her.

I know her father is an asshole who basically sold her off like cattle, but it sounds as though she’s had it rough growing up. She lost her mom when she was eleven, and since then it seems as though the only person she’s been able to rely on was her bodyguard, the one who trained her into the pretty little killing machine that she is. She told me about how Alessi died last year, I can’t imagine the pain that that caused her, knowing that from then on, she was on her own.

Girls growing up in the Mafia have it hard as it is, I can’t imagine how much worse it was for my girl. Yeah, I’m embracing this shit, she’s my girl.

When we lost our mom, at least me and my brothers still had each other, along with our dad too. We had each other to lean on and support each other. I never realized how truly lucky I’ve been to have a loving family until Izzy shared her story with me. My little queen has been alone for so long.

Well, she’s not alone anymore. Fuck that, she has me now and I’ll burn the fucking city to ashes to keep her safe and happy.

Izzy’s head burrows further into my chest before she realizes that I’m not actually a pillow and her eyes flutter open, a crease forming on her brow as she wakes up and sees she’s still sprawled out on top of me and not in her own bed.

Fuck, she’s so goddamn adorable.

My heart squeezes in my chest and my breath stills as her eyes meet mine. Her lips tip up in a shy smile before her eyes dart to the clock on the nightstand.

“Luca, what the hell! It’s ten in the morning, what the fuck are you still doing here?” She blurts with wide eyes and a look of horror, making me chuckle.

She’s right to be shocked, I don’t think I’ve stayed in bed this late in the morning since I was a kid. Christ, I’m normally out of the house by eight most days. I don’t normally see her on the mornings, other than the first morning she was here.

“Dad gave me the day off after everything that happened last night. Don’t worry, I’ve been comfortable right where I am with you clinging to me like a koala,” I say, and she gives me a wide smile that lights up her whole face. She’s so fucking beautiful, that smile alone could bring me to my fucking knees.

“How did it go? You didn’t exactly answer my question when I asked you last night,” she says with a laugh and sits up to peer down at me, naked breasts on display with the blanket pooled around her waist.

I shake my head, avert my eyes from her tits to her face and tell her everything that happened last night, in excruciating detail and not leaving anything out. Most women would be fucking horrified hearing the details of what I did to Novikov, not my wife though. No, Izzy’s sat with a shit eating grin on her face, absolutely enthralled with me detailing the gruesome scene, speaking up to ask questions like she can’t get enough, the little psycho that she is.

After I get up to make Izzy a coffee, because she really isn’t much of a morning person, we lay in bed for another hour, talking about everything and nothing. It’s so fucking easy to talk to her. I normally hate small talk, but with Izzy conversation just flows, and we can just sit in comfortable silence, things never becoming awkward. I’m starting to think we actually have a shot at having a normal marriage. I also tell Izzy about the gala we’re expected at tomorrow night, and she’s about as thrilled about the evening as I am.

It turns out Izzy didn’t bring much with her, only a few outfits and some personal things she didn’t want to leave at her family’s estate, so we decide to make some lunch before we go shopping to buy her a dress.

After showering—separately, much to my dismay—and getting dressed, we eat lunch before heading to a boutique owned by one of my men’s wives, I called ahead to make sure we could have some privacy, I don’t need anyone other than the staff there ogling my wife. Fuck, if it could just be me and her alone and no staff to interfere, I’d be a very fucking happy man, but unfortunately, I have no fucking idea what she’ll need or want when it comes to shopping, so I’ll just have to deal with sharing her.

Izzy is hot as fuck wearing skintight black denim jeans that showcase her full, round ass and a red sweater that’s tight around her tits. How the simplest of outfits can be such a goddamn turn on, I really don’t fucking know, I’m struggling to keep my attention away from her sexy as fuck body long enough to hold a conversation with her.

We walk into LaRosa, the high-end store that specializes in designer brands and formal wear. The walls are covered in roses, the full place is decorated in different shades of pink, with the walls lined with different gowns, each wall is coordinated by color, Izzy turns to me making screwing her face up and giving me a look of disgust.

“Not good enough for you princess?” I ask, slightly offended by her reaction. She snorts, yes, fucking snorts and shakes her head.

“The clothes are fine, but the place is decorated like a fucking florist. Seriously, why are places like this always covered in pink and all the girly shit? It’s making my eyes bleed Luca!” She says dramatically in a hushed whisper and making me belt out a laugh. I shake my head at her, she really isn’t like any woman I’ve ever known.

A sales assistant comes to greet us, eyeing us hungrily as if she knows she’s about to make a hefty commission and guides us to the private dressing room while offering us champagne. I turn to Izzy in question, but she just rolls her eyes at me as if she’s already had enough of the woman and politely declines before telling the assistant what her size and preferences are.

Izzy only tries on three dresses before she’s decided she’s had enough, she decides on the second dress, an emerald, green silk dress that reaches the floor. It fits her curves perfectly and has a slit up one side, showcasing her legs, making me want to reach out and slide my hand up her leg and into her panties. The dress isn’t too low cut, but it still gives a good view of her perky tits, making me think I’m gonna end up causing a blood bath in the middle of the gala if any men think they can look at what belongs to me. She’s a goddamn dream, made with the purpose of driving me fucking wild, my cocks throbbing painfully from just the sight of her.

Fuck, this husband thing is going to be a challenge, she’s too damn sexy for her own good.

I expected this shopping trip to be like those scenes in movies where the man sits in a chair, a high pile of clothes strewn over his lap whole the woman tries on dress after dress while complaining about the color or fit—turns out I couldn’t be anymore wrong.

I can’t believe I was convinced that I was getting a spoilt socialite for a wife, Izzy is the complete opposite from what I expected. If anything, she’s anticipating this event even less than I am, which fucking proves I couldn’t have been more wrong about her.

She’s a psychotic little spitfire that matches my crazy wrapped up in the body of a goddess. She’s half angel, half succubus. She’s fucking mine.