Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Chapter Seven
One month later
Giovanni watched as his beautiful wife turned in the mirror, trying her hardest to see the ink she’d had done the moment they got back.
Valentina had approached him, asked if he thought it was the right thing to do, and he’d asked her what she wanted to do.
This had been her decision.
Scars or ink, he loved her no matter what.
He hadn’t told her about his feelings, not yet. She wasn’t ready to know the full extent of his feelings for her. With him back and working for Thomas Rossi, he had to be careful about expressing his feelings. When it came to his wife, she was all that he cared about. He wanted the best for her, and for too long, she hadn’t been getting enough.
Her parents had always pushed her aside and made her feel unworthy. Even when it came to Leonardo Rossi.
“What do you think?” she asked.
“It is going to look amazing. How are you feeling?”
The ink was all the way over her back, but Valentina hadn’t been happy with just her back. She’d gotten some ink on her stomach, vines that had come around her waist, and then, she had even had some on her legs.
It had taken a couple of days for his guy to do it, but Giovanni knew it would be good. He would only ever allow the best guys to work on his wife.
“I’m fine. I mean, it no longer itches, which is good, and I’ve been using the ointment.” She moved toward him.
To help the healing process of her ink, she’d been wearing clothes that were way too large for her, and they pretty much hung off her body.
“We’ve got that benefit next week,” he said, being careful where he placed his hands, not wanting to hurt her.
She wrinkled her nose. “Isn’t that where all the men take their mistresses?” Valentina asked.
“Yes.”
“Who will you be taking?”
“What part of we’ve got that benefit didn’t you get?”
Her eyes went wide. “You want to take me to that thing?”
“You are my wife.”
“But, I thought…”
He cupped her face and tilted her head back. “What? That I was only going to impress you until I got bored? That I had some other woman waiting in the wings?” Even though she had the tattoo, he hadn’t been able to keep his hands off her. That had made for some rather inventive time together.
It didn’t stop him from fucking her pussy from behind or teasing that luscious ass. He couldn’t wait to fuck it. To spread her cheeks open and watch her tight asshole spread around his dick as he took her.
There would be time for that.
“Babe, you’re the only person I want. The only woman I want. I’ve got no intention of ever taking a mistress.”
“The others do.”
“I’m not the others. I’m yours, just as you’re mine.” He pressed his lips against hers. “And I think it will be the perfect venue for you to show off your amazing ink.” It was close to being healed, and he’d already picked out the perfect dress for her.
After letting go of her, he went into the closet and pulled out a zipped-up bag.
“Giovanni, what is this?” she asked.
“Open it.”
He laid it on the bed, and she leaned over, holding the zipper and easing it down. The cream dress was beautiful. The moment he’d seen it, he knew she would look stunning in it.
A completely open back that curved around her ass, and it was a halter top. There was a dip down to her cleavage, and some interwoven fabric across her stomach that would give sneak peeks at the ink there. The dress fell to the floor but had a nice, long slit that was practically indecent.
Now, if he wasn’t going to be on her arm all night, he wouldn’t allow her to wear something quite so revealing. She needed this.
“I can’t wear this,” she said. “My dad is going to be there.” She groaned. “Ew, gross, his mistress is going to be there as well. That’s going to be awkward.”
“Valentina, all that’s going to matter is that I’m going to be there. You’re going to be on my arm, and you’re going to look stunning. You will hold your head high. These men don’t deserve you.”
He moved behind her and eased open the robe, allowing it to fall to the floor. Then his wife was naked in his arms.
This was where she was perfect as far as he was concerned.
He stroked a finger down her body, caressing her full breast. The moment he touched her nipple, she released a gasp. He quickly moved down the center of her body, going toward her pussy.
Cupping her sweet mound, he slid a finger deep inside her to feel how wet she was. “All night, you’re going to be thinking about me. About how good I feel. Before we go, I might even fuck your tight, sweet cunt. That way, you won’t have anything to worry about.”