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By the time the car stops moving, I’m a mess. I want Massimo so badly. “If you don’t take me as soon as we get out of this vehicle, I will kill you and have my way with you anyway.”

He laughs against my lips. “You sick bitch.”

“Yes,” I croon. “So, you better give me what I want.”

“Yes, Mrs. De Luca.”

“That’ssignorato you.” I finally peel my eyes away from my handsome husband and they widen when I take a look at where we stopped. It looks like a castle in the middle of the countryside. “This is where we’re staying?” No wonder why he said we’d have no problem having our privacy.

“No, my love,” he rasps in my ear. “This is for you.”

I almost bump heads with him when I whip mine around. “Forme? What do you mean?” I practically shriek.

“Come.” He opens his door and slides out then offers me his hand. It takes me a moment to shake myself from the stuporand climb out. “Remember when we first got engaged and I disappeared on you for a few days?”

“You mean when I accused you of having an affair?” I ask, my eyes bouncing everywhere, trying to take everything in.

“Yes,” he growls. “I was here, buying this as a wedding gift.”

I stop in my tracks abruptly and face him. “You bought this for a wedding gift? To me?”

“Yes, Alessia. A queen deserves a castle.”

“I—” I stare up at him, wholly speechless and astounded. “I don’t even know what to say.”

He uses his knuckles to drag down my cheek. “You don’t need to say anything, my beautiful wife.” Threading his hands into my hair, he wraps them around the back of my neck to pull me in for a passionate kiss. “Before giving you the full tour, let me show you to our room first.”

I thought he’d never ask.

Chapter fifty-three

Massimo

Picking my wife up into my arms, I relish the way she kisses my neck like she can’t seem to help herself.

I had thought she once let her guard down for me before her banishment, but compared to how she unabashedly clings to me now, I see that there is a difference between Alessialettingher guard down, and Alessiahavingher guard down. Her now prioritizing me over her family was the pinnacle in our relationship for me personally.

She stops to look around the room as we enter it and I kick the double doors shut behind me. “Oh, my God. Wow,” she gasps.

I admire her every reaction as we venture further inside. I left the majority of the property as it was, only renovating a master suite for us. I’ll leave it up to her to make any changes.

This in fact is a castle and the previous owners for many generations tried to preserve as much as possible. I don’t want to destroy history, but considering we will be a part of its history, I think it’d be safe to put our stamp on it as well.

“I love it. I can’t believe you bought this for me.” She beams at me, but I see the smugness behind it. She was already entitled to begin with, but now she’s spoiled rotten. “It’s seriously like a fucking castle.”

“Itisa castle, and also on a vineyard.”

“Seriously?” she squeals, and I nod my head chuckling. “Well then, as gratitude, I am yours to do with as you please.”

Chuckling again, I pin her down on our bed. “You’re already mine to do with as I please,” I murmur and dip my head to kiss her neck.

The woman still feigns abhorrence for my utter dominance and being spanked until her ass is too painful to sit on for days, but she is constantly provoking me.

We both hastily undress, and I begin to worship my wife.

Our ceremony resembled a coronation. She ascended the altar as if it were a throne. She stood resplendent, an embodiment of regality, enveloped in a sacrosanct aura. The crowd visibly swayed, barely resisting the magnetic pull urging them to their knees in veneration.

Taking both of her wrists in one hand, I hold them down above her head and take a nipple into my mouth. Sucking it until she hisses. It pops out of my mouth and I move to the other one and do the same. She’s arching her back and panting as I move my mouth slowly down her body. Every inch of her delicious.