Chapter 51 Chapter 51
Lily
It’s been two weeks, and staying with Sebastian has been wonderful. He’s a kind, attentive husband who knows exactly how to care for me, and I’m doing my best to be his perfect wife.
Today, we’re heading to our second—and official—honeymoon, to a peaceful island with sandy beaches and a cozy villa: Mauritius. I first saw it in a post on social media, and I’ve been dreaming of a calm, beautiful place like this ever since. I wanted somewhere quiet, away from the busy streets of Europe.
Sebastian has arranged everything for our stay. We’re on the way to the airport, and I’m buzzing with excitement. I’ve packed all my summer outfits, bought new bikinis, and even picked out flower hair clips to wear. I can’t wait to feel the sand beneath my feet and the gentle sea breeze on my skin.
We land in Mauritius, and the warm, tropical air instantly wraps around me. Sebastian is already at the wheel of a sleek, black car, and I slide into the passenger seat, my heart fluttering with excitement. He drives us out of the airport, taking the scenic sea-view route along Mahebourg and Pointe du Diable.
The view is breathtaking. Turquoise waters stretch endlessly, crashing gently against rugged cliffs, while the sky is painted in shades of gold and pink from the setting sun. I can’t resist—I pull out my phone and take several pictures, trying to capture every moment of this perfect view. Sebastian glances at me with a small, amused smile, clearly enjoying my excitement.
We continue along the coastal road, the gentle sway of the car matching the rhythm of the waves. Lush greenery lines the streets, palm trees leaning slightly toward the sea as if sharing the view with us. My fingers trace the window, mesmerized by the sparkling ocean beside us.
Finally, we arrive at Belle Mare. And then, Le Saint Géran comes into view. I gasp softly. The hotel is stunning—an icon of elegance and luxury, perfectly perched on its own stretch of white sand. Its thatched roofs and tropical gardens glow in the fading sunlight, and I can hear the soft rush of the waves just beyond the entrance. Palm trees sway lightly in the breeze, and colorful flowers scent the air, making it feel like paradise.
Inside, the lobby is both grand and inviting. Marble floors shine under soft lighting, and a massive chandelier hangs from the ceiling, sparkling like a cascade of diamonds. Modern elegance blends effortlessly with the island’s charm, making the space feel exclusive yet welcoming.
Sebastian leads me to our villa, and I stop at the entrance, speechless. Floor-to-ceiling windows frame the endless ocean, letting in the warm sunset glow. The king-sized bed with crisp, white linens looks heavenly, and colorful accents echo the tropical surroundings. A private terrace opens onto a sparkling pool and the ocean beyond, inviting us to step out and feel the sand beneath our feet.
“This is… perfect,” I whisper, clutching Sebastian’s arm.
He brushes a strand of hair from my face and smiles. “All for you, angel,” he says.
I feel my heart swell, knowing this honeymoon is ours—quiet, private, and utterly magical.
The bathroom is warm and steamy as we step into the shower together. Water cascades over us, drenching our skin, and I shiver as Sebastian pulls me close, his hands running over my back, tracing every curve. I tilt my head back, letting him kiss the nape of my neck, feeling his lips and the gentle press of his chest against mine.
Steam clouds the mirrors, and the scent of his cologne mixes with the fresh water, making my heart race. I wrap my arms around him, feeling the strength in his shoulders, the warmth of his body. His hands glide down my sides, teasing and gentle, and I sigh softly, closing my eyes to savor the moment.
He leans in, capturing my lips in a slow, deep kiss. The world outside ceases to exist—the sound of water, the feel of him, the heat between us—it’s all I can focus on. I feel safe in his arms, yet every touch sends shivers down my spine, a mix of comfort and desire.
His fingers brush through my wet hair, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. “You’re mine, Lily,” he whispers, his voice low and full of promise.
“Yes,” I murmur against his lips, “I’m yours.”
He positions himself against me, pressing his dick to my entrance. My back hits the cold marble as he lifts my thigh with his strong arms. With a deep thrust, he enters me, and I gasp, moaning his name loudly as every nerve ignites with pleasure.
He doesn’t pause, thrusting deeper and harder, and I feel every inch of him filling me completely. My hands dig into his shoulders, trying to hold on as waves of pleasure and heat surge through me. I can’t help but cry out his name, my body trembling with each powerful motion.
His grip tightens on my thighs, pulling me closer, and I feel him press against me with relentless intensity. Every thrust makes me shiver, my hips moving involuntarily to match his rhythm. I’m lost in the sensation, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps, heart racing faster than ever.
“You feel so perfect, Lily,” he growls, his voice low and filled with hunger. “So tight, so beautiful…”
I bite my lip to keep from screaming, but it only makes him thrust harder. My entire body trembles under him, a mix of pain, pleasure, and overwhelming desire, and I know I’m completely his.
Each thrust drives me closer to the edge, my body trembling uncontrollably. Heat and pleasure pulse through me, every nerve alive, every inch of me on fire. I cry out his name, clutching him tightly as the waves of sensation roll over me, sharp and consuming.
His hands roam my body, holding me firmly as he moves inside me, each motion pushing me further. I can’t think, can’t breathe properly—only feel, only exist in this moment with him.
The tension builds unbearably, and I scream, my body shattering in pure, raw pleasure. Every part of me convulses, and he keeps moving, pushing me to the absolute edge until I feel completely undone, completely his.
Even as my body shakes and my breathing slows, I feel him steady me, his chest against mine, his heartbeat matching mine. I cling to him, shivering, exhausted, and entirely lost in the heat of his embrace.
“I love you lily.” He kisses me.
“I love you...” I say breathlessly.
We get ready for the evening. I’m wearing a two-piece outfit—a pink satin top and a matching skirt. My hair falls loose around my shoulders, and I tuck a flower clip behind my ear.
Dinner at the restaurant is amazing. The food is delicious, and the service is perfect. I can’t help but smile at how relaxed everything feels. After we finish, the staff announce a sega performance, the traditional Mauritian dance. The lively music fills the air, drums and ravanne echoing across the terrace.
“I want to dance in one of those skirts too,” I tell Sebastian.
He smiles and asks the hotel supervisor if I can borrow one. Soon, they bring me a pink-and-white skirt, decorated with white flowers. I step among the girls, letting the music take over. I spin and sway with them, laughing and clapping, completely swept up in the rhythm.
Sebastian watches, phone in hand, capturing every moment. Then he steps forward and joins me. “You look mine, wifey,” he whispers in my ear.
I smile, my heart fluttering as we dance together. Here, on this island, he’s not the feared mafia king of New York—he’s just Sebastian, my husband. And I’m Lily, his wife, sharing a perfect honeymoon, simple and full of joy.
After the sega, Sebastian and I walk down to the beach, the sand cool beneath our feet. We sit close together, the waves lapping softly at the shore, and each of us holds a bottle of the famous Phoenix beer. I rest my head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body against mine.
“It feels so good here,” I murmur, letting the quiet of the island wash over me.
He brushes a strand of hair from my face and kisses the top of my head. “Yeah… I’ve never seen you this happy, Lily.”
“I’ve never seen myself this happy, Sebastian,” I reply softly.
His hand finds mine, fingers intertwining. “I’ll do anything to make you happy,” he says, his voice low, steady, full of promise.
I smile against his shoulder. “And you should know… I prefer this pretty island over Disney Land.”
He nods, taking a slow sip of his beer. A comfortable silence falls between us, broken only by the soft crash of the waves. Then he looks at me, his gaze serious.
“Remember when I told you the godfather is someone I respect above all?” he begins. I nod, listening.
“There was a time, Lily, when I wasn’t part of this life. I graduated, worked hard, built the Manchini Global Holding—my own business. My father was a don, but I didn’t want that life. Dante and Antonio… they’re like him. The poison of this world didn’t run in my blood the same way. I wanted something different.” He pauses, the weight of the memory heavy on his shoulders.
“Then the Bratva attacked. They took Antonio and my father, kidnapped them. The godfather… he came to me. He said, ‘I see potential in you. I don’t have a son. Come with me—we’ll fight this war and bring back your family.’” His jaw tightens as he exhales. “It was hard, but I helped him. We brought them back. Then… he made me his left-hand man. Trained me, taught me to fight, to plan… to become the man people fear in New York. He made me his son in every way that mattered.”
I stay silent, resting against him, my heart swelling with pride and awe.
“You’re so loyal… you risked everything for him, and for me,” I whisper. My hand slides over his, squeezing gently. “I’m so proud to have you as my husband.”
“Sometimes I’m scared,” he admits, his voice low and rough, like he’s confessing something he’s never told anyone before. His arms tighten around me, almost protectively. “I have a weakness in my life now.”
My brows knit. “A weakness?”
His jaw clenches as he stares into the distance, the faint crash of waves filling the silence. “You. My rivals will try to attack you first to weaken me. That’s how this life works. Having a weakness in the mafia world is dangerous. That’s why most men like me don’t allow themselves to love.”
My heart aches at his words. I tilt my head up, meeting his dark, conflicted gaze. “But you do,” I whisper, searching his eyes.
He breathes deeply, then lowers his forehead to mine. “But I love you, Lily Manchini. You’ve changed me.”
The way he says it, raw, unguarded, makes my chest tighten. His lips brush my temple in the softest of kisses, reverent and tender. Around us, the sea keeps whispering, waves crashing and retreating, echoing the rhythm of our quiet little moment.