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Renzo

T he peace of having Isabetta asleep on my lap as we drove toward the villa was unlike anything I had previously known.

It was a brief reprieve, a moment I knew I would cherish long after.

My little treasure warded off every bad thought and worry about what was to come.

The world was only me and her, while the twins lurked on the periphery like the shadows they were.

It was like she had an aura of peace which wrapped around me like a cloak until it had warmed me entirely.

Perhaps she did, there were certain Nephilim with that ability, or maybe it was just the effect she had on me.

She was everything I had been waiting for, since the instant I had been introduced to her, and now she was finally mine.

I hadn’t intended to let her sleep on the flight, but she had looked so peaceful.

Now I didn’t want to wake her after Havoc had acted on his intrusive thoughts, shooting our well-constructed plan to pieces.

I had no regrets, though. The sight of Havoc between her thighs and the sound of her whimpers as she came undone for us were ingrained in my memory forever. It only stoked my desire for more.

Havoc was driving, which hadn’t been the plan either.

The twins were both supposed to be back here with me.

But when we had disembarked the plane, he had made his way to the front of the car and snatched the keys.

The staff knew better than to argue with him when he got into these moods.

It was better to just let him do what he wanted.

This was supposed to be a holiday for all of us, and I hoped I didn’t have to remind him of that fact.

I had carried Isabetta to the car, setting her on the back seat, and strapped her in place.

I had barely taken my seat beside her before she was laying over my lap, making soft little noises in her sleep which had my cock twitching underneath her.

The desire to wake her up and have her make those sounds around my hard length as it plunged deep into her mouth was strong, but I resisted.

With the way Milo gazed at her, I was sure he was imagining the same thing.

Watching as he smoothed some of her hair back from her face made my heart warm, and a smile tug at my lips.

“It won’t be long until we’re at the villa, then it’s just us for a week.

We can get everything settled before we have to go back to work and the house.

” I knew it was a dream. The hope that there would be no business to take care of for the next seven days, but that was part of why the twins were here with me.

As far as everyone was concerned, they were my chosen family, my closest lieutenants, and my second-in-command.

Normally, if I had to leave the city for any reason, I would place them in charge of my men and my dealings.

I couldn’t do that on my honeymoon, though, not if I wanted them to be involved.

We had talked about the idea of me taking Isabetta to the villa alone for the week, and then slowly introducing them into the dynamic when we got back, but I wanted them here.

I wanted them to help me mold her into the woman we all knew she could be.

The woman we would help her become.

The car ride was brief, as the early light of dawn crested the ocean.

It was going to be a warm day, but I’d instructed the staff to keep the house locked up and the blinds drawn.

We were going to be sleeping in, or I hoped so at least, since I hadn’t slept on the plane, and I was going to need to rest eventually.

I had been unable to relax until the villa was in view, and at the sight of the sandstone walls, I exhaled slowly.

I considered waking up Isabetta but decided against it.

She would have time later to explore the grounds.

We couldn’t keep her on her back or her knees the whole time, no matter how much we might want to.

Havoc had made fun of me when I bought this place, but this wasn’t the only time I planned on visiting it.

I wanted us to have an escape. Somewhere outside the city where we could come and remember what was important in our relationship.

My father had always taken time to show my mother that she was a priority.

The car came to a stop, and it stirred my wife from her slumber.

I watched with a bemused smile as she stretched, a hand going to her hair and lips before she checked to see if her skirt was still around her waist. And that was what I wanted, for her to be thinking about how we had made her feel before she thought about anything else.

I let her slide off my lap, knowing she wouldn’t stray far from me for long.

“We’re here, tesoro.”

The excitement that lit her eyes as they opened buoyed my excitement. We were finally here, and this was finally happening. I stepped out of the car first, making sure I wasn’t blocking her view as I stood to the side, offering her my hand to help her out.

“We can have a tour later today, but for now, I want to help my wife out of her wedding dress.” It might have been my words, or perhaps my salacious expression as I looked down at the mussed dress she was wearing, that gave away what I was planning.

Her cheeks were painted red, making it clear she was imagining all the things I could do to her. All the things I was going to do to her. My sweet, innocent treasure.

With her hand still in mine, I helped her out of the car, then swept her up into a bridal carry.

The surprised sound that escaped her was a delicious appetizer of the things to come, and I carried her across the threshold into the large beach-side villa.

I knew the twins would make their own way inside and they knew where I was going.

My patience had worn thin, and while I planned to fuck Isabetta against every wall in this place, not right now. Not for her first time.

Milo took care of the bags, directing the security detail where to unload them when they arrived. After that, I didn’t want to see the guards again. I wanted them to be present, but I didn’t want to see them.

I knew I would have to introduce Isabetta to her new personal bodyguards at some point, but I wanted to wait until we got home to the city.

Even though she had grown up in this life, I knew how much her mother and father had shielded her from the reality.

Some would say they had spoiled and coddled her, but I liked her innocence. It was going to be so much fun to ruin.

The main bedroom had the best view in the house, with floor to ceiling windows with a view of nothing but the ocean, almost like you were floating on it.

I considered for a moment simply throwing her on the bed, but instead I set her on her feet in front of me.

The dress, with its delicate lace, was undoubtedly expensive.

While money was not an issue, and I would buy her any clothes she wanted, I knew this dress would be sentimental, and she would be upset if I tore it.

She looked up at me with wide eyes, still a little fuzzy with sleep. If I let her lay on the bed, she would be asleep again in moments, but she had slept long enough.

“I can’t wait anymore, little tesoro. I need to see you, need to taste you, and fill you.” That minor hitch in her breath was going to be my undoing, so I spun her around, my hands on her arms, keeping her steady. Fuck, why were there so many fucking buttons on this dress?

Cursing inwardly while reminding myself again that she would be upset if I tore it or cut it to ribbons, I carefully flicked each button open.

My fingers brushed against her skin as inch after inch of her was revealed.

She shifted her weight from foot to foot, unable to keep still, rubbing her thighs together as I felt her breath catch.

It was like she was as impatient as I was, although I knew she couldn’t possibly be.

I had been waiting for this moment, for as long as I had known what it could truly be.

As I reached the buttons at her waist, I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her spine. I felt her tremble against my lips and heard her soft whisper as she spoke. “Please … Renzo.”

A growl rumbled through my chest and I gripped her hips tightly, tugging her back against my body. That small glimpse of what she sounded like when she begged was dangerous for my tenuous control.

I wanted her to beg.

To beg for more. For me to stop. To beg and plead, even when she didn’t know what she was asking for. Or simply because she knew hearing her begging pleased me.

Sliding my hands from her waist all the way to her shoulders, I pressed my palms to her skin, using my hands to push her dress down her arms. My hands trailed down to her wrists as the silk and lace fell, gathering around her waist. She wasn’t bare beneath the dress and delicate white lace hugged her body.

I couldn’t wait to tear it from her. The dress had been saved, but this?

This was going to be sacrificed on the altar of need and lust. Moving my hands upwards again, I placed one between her shoulder-blades and the other on her hip, holding her in place as I bent her forward. “Hands on the bed, little tesoro.”

The way she moved as soon as I gave her instructions had me groaning.

She was going to be so beautiful when we had her fully trained.

I liked obedience more than the other two.

It was going to be a balancing act, helping her flourish into a delicate, sexual creature that would please all three of us, but I knew we would accomplish it.