Chapter 15 Into his world: Vita mia
Minutes later, I sat beside Damien after the doctor left; luckily, he hadn't lost a lot of blood.
Damien lay shirtless on the bed, his gaze fixed on mine.
My gaze scanned the tattoos on his chest, and my eyes moved to the bandage around his waist; it was stained with blood.
My chest ached at the sight; I couldn't imagine the pain he was in.
Damien's hand “How do you feel?” he asked in a calm tone.
“I should be asking you that,” I said, gently rubbing his hand with my thumb. “Next time you get shot, please don’t hide it; I can’t lose you.” My voice cracked.
“I can't lose you too, vita mia,” he spoke softly.
I felt a skip in my stomach as he called me that again, vita mia.
“I’d die for you.”
I quickly shook my head, “Don't say that; I want you to live.”
He squeezed my hand tightly. “I'd live for you as well, vita mia.”
“Then do that for me, Damien ; I cannot live without you.”
“I'll make sure nothing bad ever happens to you again, Vita mia.”
I inhaled sharply. “I want to be part of your world, Damien.”
He gazed at me for a few seconds before he spoke. “You are.”
“No, I mean I really want to be a part of your world, Damien, not hide in your home for protection. I mean out there, in the Mafia world, I'm your wife; I want my responsibilities.”
“Vita mia, what do you think your responsibilities are?”
I swallowed. “I hoped you'd teach me.”
“It’s too dangerous.” He shook his head.
“If I can be a part of your world, then I'd be able to defend myself in danger because I'd learn from you,” I urged.
“Charlotte, I'm here to defend you.”
I gripped tightly onto the sheets of the bed. “Please, Damien , I'll be beside you all the time.”
He thought for a few seconds, “You'll be the death of me, Vita mia,” he groaned softly.
A smile curled on the corner of my lips. “Thank you, Damien.”
He outstretched his hand, inviting me to lie in bed with him. I slowly slid in, placing my hand against his chest, and his arm wrapped around my waist.
“If you are going to learn about my life, then you have your chance; we are going to Italy in three days.”
My brow raised. “Why?”
“Business,” he responded, his fingers curling around my hips. “My soldiers in Italy informed me about the recruitment of new men into the family. I have to evaluate them.”
“Wait, you have soldiers in Italy?”
“And seven other countries, Charlotte, that's how I learned eight languages, Vita Mia.”
Damien's world was bigger than I imagined. “I cannot wait to visit Italy,” I spoke softly.
TWO DAYS LATER
Damien and I sat side by side in first class.
I had found out earlier that Damien had a private plane.
A book was tightly clutched in my hand while a laptop was on his lap, his gaze fixed intently on it.
I was dressed in a pair of short black skirts, a pair of black knee-length heels that went up to my knee, and a brown floor-length overcoat over a bralette tank top.
My fingers were pinned tightly against the book as I felt Damien's fingers press tightly against my thighs. “You are going to be the death of me, Vita mia,” he gently tossed his laptop aside.
“I cannot focus with you here.” He gently pulled the book away from my fingers and placed it on a desk before me.
“Do you want me to leave?” I asked teasingly.
“Stop that.” His hand gripped tighter against my thigh; his hand slid into my fingers, and he lifted my hand up, pressing it against his lips. “Come sit on my lap, amore mio,” he pleaded.
I moved up from my seat and placed myself on his lap, his hand pressed against my lap, and he pushed me in closer to himself, his hands reached for my overcoat, sliding it down my back.
He reached for my hair and pushed it to the side; a soft gasp escaped my lips as I felt his soft breath against my back, his lips placing soft kisses against it. “Fuck, I missed you.” His hands slid from behind me and gently groped my breasts.
One of his hands wrapped around my throat, and the other hand slid down my body, tracing down my stomach until he parted my legs, his hands sliding into my skirt.
“You are not wearing any underwear,” he said, a subtle hint of surprise in his voice.
“I know,” I moaned softly.
“Fuck, vita mia, you are going to be the death of me,” he growled.
I felt his cock grow hard under me, pushing against me.
I let out a soft moan, my back arching against his chest, as his fingers slid into my pussy. “Oh God…” I whimpered, my chest heaving.
Damien didn't go slow like always; immediately his finger went in and began to thrust fast inside me.
My jaw clenched, my face twisting into a lewd frown. “Oh my God, oh…yes,” I moaned softly.
As the pleasure intensified, I pinned my palms against his lap. “Oh!? God!” I moaned loudly.
“Yes, amore mio, moan for me; let everybody know you are mine,” he breathed in my ear as the sound of his fingers slushing against my wet pussy filled the air.
“Argh…mmmm…” My whimpers grew louder; I felt a tingling sensation in my clit, and in a split second my body convulsed with pleasure as I reached orgasm.
Damien slipped his hand out of me, and I slowly turned and watched him stick it in his mouth, licking all my wetness off it.
I wanted to make him feel the same pleasure he just gave me.
I slowly pulled away from his lap and knelt before him. My gaze fixed on his as he slowly undid his pants, leaving his throbbing cock. The sight of it made my mouth water.
I reached for my brown locs and pushed them behind me as I gobbled up his dick in my mouth.
“Uhhh…” he gasped with pleasure as I traced every inch of his dick with my tongue.
He quickly pulled up my hair that had fallen on my face again, and he wrapped it up, pinning it in position with his hand. “Uhhh…” he sucked in a sharp breath, his jaw clenched and his chest heaving as heavy breaths followed.
I felt my nipples get hard as I gobbled the sweet taste of my husband's dick in my mouth; the more heavy breaths he let out, the faster I sucked.
His head flung back, his eyes growing wide. “O….mio….dio…” He hissed in Italian.
The sound of his voice sent shivers down my spine.
“Ohhhh! …Fuck!” He grunted, his body jerked as semen gushed out of his dick and into my mouth.
He placed his hand under my chin and watched me swallow it.
I stood up, placed my hands on his shoulders, and pushed his back into the rest of his seat.
His gaze was fixed on mine as I slowly I straddled him.
He looked up at me, his hand pressed tightly against my hips as I slid his cock into me.
I pinned my hands against his shoulder as I began to bounce on him.
“Yes…yes…yes…vita mia,” he groaned.
My lips parted with pleasure as a knot of pleasure formed inside me. “Oh…God,” I whimpered as his fingers gripped my ass.
“Yes…just like that….” He moaned.
I felt a wave rush through my body as I bounced on him and my head flung back.
“Vita mia… please… look at me,” he begged amidst heavy breaths, pulling me closer to him.
“Can you go faster?” He gasped, “Please…”
Immediately, I increased my pace and began to move faster. I felt a sensation on my clit like an electric pulsing through my pussy.
“Yes…just like that…just like that, baby, please,” he begged.
After a few more bounces I let out a loud cry as I reached an orgasm, my body convulsed against his, and he pulled me into a tight hug.
Our heavy breathing intertwined as I placed my head on his shoulder.
“I'm sorry, vita mia,” he pleaded.
I lifted my head to look at him. “For what?”
“I'm not done.” I could feel him bricked up inside me. “I know you are tired, but one more round…please.”
He waited for my appr
oval, and I slowly nodded.
He pushed up against me and slowly began to thrust inside me from under.
I sucked in a deep breath as his fuck punched my insides.