wedded

**Luciano

**

I groan as I regain consciousness. Whoever hit me packed a hell of a punch.

"You got shot."

Ah. That makes more sense.

"Where is Savannah?"

"Hospital."

I sit up sharply. "Calm down. She's perfectly fine. She is how lever very very very pissed about using to rip her wedding dress. And you—you know bleeding on it."

"Damnit!"

"Did you know she was packing?"

"She was?"

Niccolò nods. Two pistols one automatic other semi, two holsters, fully loaded. She took out the snipe that shot at her. He's downstairs."

"Still unconscious."

My brow furrowed. Something about her is wrong. She sounds more like a professional assasian than a teacher.

She wanted to teach English, but it seems she took a different route.

"Fratello her form is incredible, her intuition, so fat, is infallible, and she does not miss. She operates like a one woman mob. Where did you get her again?"

"A restraint in downtown. Owner tried steal my money and run. I came personally to take care of it. She saw it, and here we are."

"Alright, look, everyone has already been moved to the west location, that's where we are. Deena is going to spring your wife and then you are on a trip to the Caribbean."

"I can't go—"

"You have to. Besides, it's best you get out town anyway."

I sigh, sitting back in the hospital bed.

"I just wanna see my wife, and have sex. Why is this so complicated?"

Niccolò quirks a brow, grinning in amusement.

"She made you wait?"

I glare at him venomously. He bursts out laughing, the son of a bitch.

"Why is anyone laughing?" I sent him a quick triumphant look. "Look at my dress? Look my fucking dress and you're laughing I will gut you, Niccolò Orso. I will gut you like a pregnant fish."

Niccolò reared back trying to fade into air.

"How are you baby?"

"Better now."

She lays a soft, lingering kiss on my lips. Then she smacks me in the head.

"Luciano Romano Vitale what the hell was that?"

She's cursing. This is bad.

"I don't know. Probably the Russi."

"Well your enforcer will find out. We have a honeymoon to go to.

A broad goofy smile took over my whole face .

"Honeymoon," I sang joyfully. Honeymoon equals me getting to taste her honey.

"Niccolò said that we can leave for the runway whenever."

"I choose now."

The jet is in the sky, and we get out of seatbelts

The jet is in the sky, and we get out of seatbelts. I take her hand, lead her to the bedroom.

"Let's join the mile high club."

I lock the door, finally alone with my new unfucked wife. See the problem?

Her lips meet mine with a desperation I've never seen before. Gotta say I like it.

Her hands roam my body leaving a trail of fire.

I unzipped what little dress she had left while she unbuttoned my shirt.

Our hands were frantic, desperate to touch bare skin. When we were both bare and unclothed, I attacked her mouth, and she counter attack with just as much force.

I missed her sweet taste so much.

We don't make love. Not at first. First we make war. I pound into her while my hand clutch her throat, her nails rake my back, her teeth sinks into my skin.

A sense of possessiveness heats my blood. I mark her everywhere, decorating her throat with love bites and just...bites.

My mouth savours the taste of skin. My hands relish in gliding over her body, making a map of her.

I lick and bite her nipples. She does the same to me. I glare at her, fist her hair as yank her back.

"No. I don't want your mouth there."

She gives me a quizzical look. I steal a kiss, then guide her down to the aching part of me.

"I need your mouth."

Roughly she fists my erection, making me shiver, moan.

She licks her way around it like a lollipop, before focusing her ministrations on the head, her tongue circling, flicking over it. She takes me into her mouth sucking just the head.

Like a kitten she paws at my cock, playing with it more than anything.

"No playing with your food Kitty." She looks up at me mischievously.

"But—"

The word vibrates around my cock, and I lose it. I force her down in my cock, making her take damn near all of me. I fuck her throat, making her choke on me.

I love how messy she is, I love how she takes what she can, let's me cram ten inches of hard meat down her small little throat.

"I'm gonna cum," I grit, easing up my forceful grip. If she wants to pull away she can.

She doesn't. She swallows my cock, sucking my cum out,, trying to get it all.

"Hm, Kitty. I will repay you for this."

She hums, sucking me clean, my cum warm in her belly.

She pulls away, grinning.

"I like your taste," she purrs, visibly content.

Just like a Kitty.

Hm. There's one more more reason why I call her Kitty.