Page 24 of Saint (The Divine Ruin #2)
Luca
I stand by the window in our penthouse bedroom, loosening my tie as I watch the city lights shimmer across the Manhattan skyline.
My empire has grown in ways even I couldn’t have predicted three years ago—both the legitimate businesses and the other ventures that ensure New York remains firmly under my control.
“Is he finally asleep?” I ask without turning around, sensing Lily’s presence before she even enters our bedroom.
“Out like a light,” she answers, her voice still carrying that breathless quality that drives me wild. “He fought it for a while, but even little Nico can’t resist a bedtime story from his papa.”
When I turn, the sight of her steals my breath. Three years of marriage, one child, and she’s more beautiful than ever. Her body has filled out in all the right places since giving birth to our son—fuller breasts, more generous hips, a softness to her curves that only makes me hunger for her more.
“You should be resting,” I tell her, crossing the room in three long strides. “Your graduation ceremony is tomorrow. The young Mrs. Ravello is finally getting her degree.”
She smiles up at me, that same smile that captivated me from the first moment I saw her. "I’m not tired,” she whispers, her fingers already working on the buttons of my shirt. “And neither are you.”
I grip her wrists, stilling her movements. “What do you want, baby girl?”
Her eyes darken with desire. “You know what I want."
“Say it,” I command, my voice dropping to the register I only use with her, in our bedroom. “Tell me exactly what you need.”
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “I want you to use me,” she breathes, and I feel my cock harden instantly at her words. “I want you to take me however you want. Make me yours.”
Without warning, I lift her and toss her onto our bed. She bounces once, her nightgown riding up to reveal she’s wearing nothing underneath. Three years, and she still knows exactly how to drive me wild.
“Turn over,” I growl. “Hands and knees.”
She complies immediately, positioning herself on all fours, looking back at me over her shoulder with those innocent blue eyes that hide a wicked soul. I shed my clothes quickly, my cock already painfully hard as I climb onto the bed behind her.
I run my hands over the perfect globes of her ass, squeezing hard enough to leave marks. "You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?"
“Yes,” she admits, pushing back against my touch.
I reach for the bottle of silky lubricant in our nightstand, the expensive kind that warms on contact.
I coat my fingers generously, watching her perfect ass quiver in anticipation as I press one finger against that forbidden, puckered entrance.
She moans—a sound that’s half surrender, half desperation—dropping her head between her shoulders as I breach that tight ring of muscle, feeling her body’s initial resistance melt into hungry acceptance.
“Look at that greedy little hole swallowing my finger,” I murmur, my voice rough with lust as I add a second thick digit, stretching her delicate tissues with deliberate patience despite the primal urge to claim her roughly.
“Always so fucking eager for me, aren’t you?
Your tight little ass is practically begging to be filled. ”
By the time I’ve worked three fingers deep inside her, scissoring them to prepare her for what’s coming, she’s panting like she’s run a marathon, begging in broken syllables that barely form words, her entire body trembling violently with raw need.
I withdraw my fingers with agonizing slowness, savoring the way her hole clenches desperately around nothing.
I slick my throbbing cock with more lubricant, positioning the swollen purple head against her glistening entrance, teasing her with shallow, torturous thrusts that barely breach her hungry rim.
“Please,” she whimpers, her voice cracking with desperation as she tries to impale herself on my cock, “I need you to fill me completely.”
I seize a thick handful of her silken hair, yanking her head back until her spine arches like a bow as I drive forward with one savage, possessive thrust that impales her completely.
The stretched rim of her forbidden entrance clings desperately to my shaft as I bury myself balls-deep in her scorching, velvet heat.
Her primal scream—half agony, half ecstasy—reverberates through our bedroom, and I silently thank God for the military-grade soundproofing I had installed when we claimed this penthouse as our sanctuary of sin.
“You love this, don’t you?” I growl, pulling her hair tighter. “Love taking my cock in your tight little ass while all of Manhattan thinks the mayor’s wife is such a proper lady.”
“Yes,” she gasps, her inner muscles clenching around me as her first orgasm hits.
“Only for you. Only ever for you.” I feel the wetness flood my hand as she comes, her body convulsing around my cock.
The sight of her coming undone drives me wild, and I increase my pace, fucking her through her orgasm and straight into another.
“That’s it, baby girl,” I praise her, my fingers working her clit relentlessly. “Give me another one. Show me how much you love my cock filling your ass.”
She convulses violently beneath me, her entire body seizing as a second, more devastating orgasm tears through her like wildfire.
Her scream—raw and primal—echoes off the walls as her slick arousal gushes between her trembling thighs, drenching my hand and flooding the Egyptian cotton beneath us with her sweet nectar.
“Look at that soaked mess,” I growl, my voice dropping to a dangerous register thick with savage hunger.
“My perfect little wife, squirting like a fountain while I stretch that tight forbidden hole. Such a filthy, desperate slut for me. You know what happens to insatiable girls who drench our thousand-dollar sheets?”
She whimpers—a broken, pleading sound—her swollen pussy clenching visibly around nothing as she arches her back even deeper, silently begging.
“Bad girls get their pretty asses marked,” I tell her, bringing my hand down with a resounding crack against her quivering flesh. The sharp sound of skin striking skin mingles with her throaty moan as an angry crimson handprint blooms across her pale cheek like a brand of ownership.
Without prompting, she drops to her elbows, presenting her ass even higher, offering herself up for my punishment. The sight nearly undoes me.
I alternate between spanking her and fucking her, watching her alabaster skin bloom with scarlet handprints while I drive into her forbidden entrance with merciless precision.
The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh mingles with her desperate whimpers.
By the fifth slap, she’s convulsing violently, her silken inner walls clamping around my throbbing length like a molten vise, milking me with such greedy intensity I have to grit my teeth against the overwhelming pleasure.
“I’m going to flood that tight little hole,” I growl against her ear, feeling my balls draw up tight as liquid fire pools at the base of my spine. “Going to mark you from the inside until my come is dripping down those perfect thighs.”
"Please,” she begs, her voice a raw, broken whisper from screaming my name. “Fill me up, Luca. Make me yours.”
I dig my fingers into the soft flesh of her hips hard enough to leave bruises, brutal souvenirs of our passion, and hammer into her with punishing force.
The wet, obscene sounds of her arousal coat my cock as I claim what’s mine.
When my climax tears through me, it’s with a primal roar that would terrify anyone but her, my hot seed erupting in violent pulses that paint her insides with my essence as she collapses beneath me, trembling and utterly ruined.
I follow her down, blanketing her delicate frame with my much larger body, pressing reverent kisses to the constellation of marks I’ve left across her shoulders and the sensitive nape of her neck as we both struggle to reclaim our breath.
“I love you,” I murmur against her skin, these words that once seemed impossible now flowing easily when we’re alone.
She turns her head to meet my eyes, her smile soft and sated. “I love you too.”
I roll us to our sides, keeping her close against me, my hands roaming over her curves. "Tomorrow’s your big day,” I remind her, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Finally graduating after taking time off for our son."
“Mmm,” she agrees, nestling back against my chest. “I can’t believe it’s finally happening."
“I’m proud of you,” I tell her, meaning it more than she could know. My wife, who could have simply been a trophy on my arm, insisted on completing her education and having an identity beyond being Mrs. Ravello. It’s one of the countless reasons I adore her.
My hand drifts down to rest on her flat stomach, and I feel her breath catch. “After your graduation party tomorrow,” I whisper in her ear, “I’m going to have you again. Going to put another baby in you.”
She turns in my arms, her eyes wide. “Really? You want another one?"
“I want a dozen with you,” I admit, surprising myself with the truth of it. “Want to see you round with my child again. Want to give Nico brothers and sisters.”
Her smile is radiant as she presses her lips to mine. “I want that too.”
As she drifts off to sleep in my arms, I find myself reflecting on how completely my life has changed. From a boy in Brooklyn with nothing but ambition to the most powerful man in New York, with a beautiful wife and son, and a legacy growing stronger every day.
Tomorrow, I’ll watch my Lily walk across that stage to receive her diploma. I’ll host a celebration fitting for the wife of Mayor Ravello. And then I’ll bring her home and make good on my promise to expand our family.
Three years ago, I never could have imagined how perfect this life would be. How completely she would fulfill me, in every possible way.
I press one last kiss to her hair before allowing sleep to claim me, already dreaming of tomorrow and all the tomorrows that will follow.