The Butcher's Wife - Page 28

“I like … being yours.” She tilted her head to the side. “And I want everyone to know that I am yours.” She stroked his waist. “What better way than to have it inked on my body? Everyone knows that’s your thing. If you don’t want that?”

“Valentina, I want that. Whatever will make you happy, that’s all I want.”

Being with him made her happy.

He took her hands. “Now, I could spend all day making love and fucking you, but I think it’s only fair seeing as you’ve been admiring the pool, and we haven’t made it there, that we enjoy ourselves.”

Giovanni had been promising her the pool ever since they got there, but something had always gotten in the way. Mainly, training and they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

Once they cleared the steps, she let out a cry as he picked her up and tossed her into the pool.

As she broke the surface, she noticed he had already dived in, and she let out a yelp as he pulled her into his arms.

“Gotcha,” he said.

She wasn’t going to put up a fight, not with Giovanni.

When she had first learned she was going to be his wife, she had experienced fear. All she’d known about The Butcher were the rumors surrounding him, but now, she knew there was so much more to this man. She had no doubt that he was ruthless, violent, and he did whatever it took to win. But it wasn’t the only part of him.

Valentina had a feeling she was the only person who got to see his softer side. If she was being completely honest with herself, she was falling for him, so damn hard.

She hadn’t started out loving him, but she knew he was working his way beneath her skin and right into her heart. Going back home didn’t hold any appeal to her.

Their life would be filled with prying eyes, questions, rumors, and gossip. No one would ever know the truth.

She wasn’t going to die at the hands of her husband. Instead, they were going to be shocked as she flourished beneath his touch. In the past month, she no longer felt broken, but reborn.

Circling her legs around Giovanni’s waist and wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed her lips against his. He held her tightly within his embrace.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“Nothing, I just want to kiss you.”

“You’ll tell me if there is ever a time you feel afraid, yes?”

She nodded. “I’m never afraid of you.”

“Good. When we go back home, that’s not going to change.”

“That’s not home. This is home, with you.”

He sank his fingers into her hair and pulled her close, and she kissed him harder. The hard ridge of his cock pressed against her core. She wanted him so badly, but now wasn’t the time.

At least, she didn’t think it was until Giovanni slowly removed her bikini top. She didn’t put up a fight as he dealt with the strings of her bottoms.

He let go of her long enough for him to push down his swimming briefs, and she felt his dick as it pressed against her body. It felt so good. She didn’t want to go back. She wanted to stay here with Giovanni.

The very thought of going back home filled her with hatred. There was no love there. No real sense of family. This past month, she had felt more of herself than ever before.

“What’s going on in that mind of yours?” Giovanni asked.

“I want you. Just you.”

“You’re always going to have me.”

She closed her eyes as he moved her over his length, and she moaned as inch by inch, he sank inside her. It didn’t matter where they were, just so long as they had each other.

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