Keeping his bride

VeronaAll text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

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HE NEXT MORNING, we wake up in each other’s arms. We crossed three of the seven bedrooms off our list last night, and we miraculously ended up back in the master bedroom, completely exhausted before we finally fell asleep.

The huge bed is positioned facing a wall of glass, and the view from the floor-to-ceiling windows is breathtaking. With the sun rays streaming between the tall pine trees and the glistening snowy mountains in the distance, it feels like we’re in a movie.

Luca traces his fingertips up and down my arm as I listen to his heart beating. I could lie here all day and have no regrets. Just being with him makes me feel loved; makes me feel safe. Like nothing can hurt me in this world.

“Although I hate saying this, we can’t stay in bed the entire time we’re here,” he says with a sigh.

I chuckle. “Oh, that wasn’t your plan all along? To bring me somewhere secluded and ravage me?”

In a quick move, he’s on top of me, straddling my hips and pinning my arms to the bed. I squeal in surprise as he leans down to plant kisses on my neck. “I would love to keep you here all day and ravage you, but I want to explore the town and have fun with you also.”

I raise my hips off the bed, grinding against his morning wood. “We can have fun here too,” I quip.

“God, I’ve created a monster.” A deep chuckle vibrates through his chest and into mine. “My wife is a complete nympho.”

“So is my husband,” I say with a grin.

“Only for you,” he says before kissing me.

The kiss soon grows heated, and I can feel the wetness pooling between my thighs. Pulling back from him, I look up and say, “If we don’t get out of bed now, I don’t think we’ll ever leave it.”

“True. Let’s take a shower,” he says suggestively while waggling his eyebrows.

I can’t help but laugh at the funny gesture. It’s nice to see Luca being so relaxed. He’s never like this at home, and it’s sad in a way. I think here he has less to worry about and can be himself with me. He doesn’t have to be the demanding, controlling boss that he is when we’re at home.

“Separate showers,” I demand. I know if we take a shower together, it will only end up with him being inside of me. “Let’s try…delayed gratification.”

“Delayed gratification, Mrs. Vitale?” He flashes me a gorgeous panty-melting smile. “I don’t know if I can wait until tonight to be inside of you.” He grinds his hard bulge against my center, and I almost change my mind right then and there.

“I don’t know if I can wait either,” I agree with a groan.

But as soon as he climbs off the bed and I no longer have his warmth surrounding me, I instantly regret my earlier decision to wait. “Wait!” I call to him as he walks out of the room.

“Too late!” he calls back. “Go get a shower. I’ll shower in one of the other bathrooms,” he shouts from down the hall.

“Damn it,” I say with a sigh as I stare up at the ceiling.

Slowly, my hand slides down my stomach and is almost at the apex of my thighs when I hear him yelling, “And no

touching yourself until tonight!” “Damn it!” I groan loudly.

Verona

“I ‘VE NEVER SKIED before today,” I say for the millionth time as I wobble on my skis on the snowy embankment, my legs making me suddenly look like a newborn baby giraffe on ice.

“That’s okay,” my personal instructor, Peter, says. “I want you to try putting your hands on your knees. It will help you to stop doing that windmill thing you have going on with your arms.”

Feeling beyond embarrassed, I do as he tells me, and I’m pleasantly surprised that it seems to help.

“See?” Peter says, beaming up at me. “Much better.”

“Thank you,” I say with a sigh. I’m starting to think skiing just isn’t in the cards for me, but I want to try my best since Luca planned this whole trip for us. We’re still on the green slope for beginners, and I have barely made it down the first tiny track. Peter has eagerly been trying to show me the basics, but I’ve fallen what feels like a hundred times already, and I’m afraid my butt will be bruised for weeks after today. At least I haven’t hit my head yet. I guess that’s a plus.

I watch my instructor as he starts showing me a new maneuver, which I can already tell I will never master. Peter is young and handsome. He looks more like a surfer than a skier with his blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. But even though he’s handsome, I only have eyes for one man.

Speaking of my husband, I glance over as he watches Peter and I from a short distance away. His goggles are on top of his head, and I can see his gray eyes boring a hole into my instructor. He wasn’t keen on letting Peter teach me to begin with, and now I can practically see steam coming out of his ears.

I giggle, knowing that it’s pissing Luca off. Is it wrong that I absolutely love it when my husband gets jealous? Just the way he acts like a possessive, feral animal turns me on. And I can’t help it when my thighs automatically clench together.

“Knees apart,” Peter tells me, and I almost laugh out loud. If he only knew what was going on inside of my head.

Losing my concentration, I spread my legs too far and begin to windmill my arms again, eventually falling for the hundredth and one time today. “Ouch,” I say out loud while internally apologizing to my butt.

“You’re getting better! You went way longer that time without falling,” Peter encourages me as he reaches down to help me up. “So, where are you from?” Peter asks, making small talk, but I can see in his eyes that he’s attracted to me. If he only knew who I was married to, I think to myself.

“Uh, I grew up in New York City,” I start to answer, but then this time, unlike the previous times, Peter begins to brush snow from my ski suit. I mean, it is pretty much caked on at this point. His hands start on my outer thighs and work their way around to my backside, lingering maybe longer than necessary on my derriere.

Luca is out of his skis faster than I can blink and on his way over to us, hoofing it in his boots through the thick snow. “Okay, Peter, that’s enough lessons for today,” he snarls.

Peter looks at him and says in protest, “But we still have thirty minutes left that you already paid for.”

“Consider it your tip,” Luca says. “Go help one of your other clients. I’ve got this.”

“Oh-kay,” Peter drawls out before handing me his business card. Then, he gives me a wink before telling me, “Don’t be afraid to call me if you want any more lessons, Verona.”

Oh my god, this guy must have a death wish, I can’t help but think to myself.

“Mrs. Vitale,” Luca sternly corrects him.

“Oh, sorry. Mrs. Vitale,” Peter repeats, blushing. He clearly couldn’t see my wedding ring under the thick gloves on my hands, so it’s not exactly his fault for trying.

I watch as the poor guy skis away from us towards the main lodge, no doubt wondering what the heck he did wrong.

“You could have been nicer to him,” I say with a sigh.

“And he could have kept his hands off of you,” Luca retorts.

“Be careful, Luca. Your green-eyed monster is showing,” I tell him, grinning.

He pulls me into his arms, my back flush against the front of his hard body. I can feel the growing bulge of his cock pressing into my bruised behind, and I gasp. “I have another monster that I’d like to show you. It’s been aching to be inside of you all day.”

I laugh and wiggle my behind against his arousal.

“Maybe I can see it later.”

“Definitely,” he promises. Turning me in his arms, he cups my face in his large palms and leans down for a kiss. “Fuck, it was driving me crazy to see his hands on you. I wanted to cut them off!” he proclaims, seething with anger.

“So violent,” I say before placing a kiss on his lips. “I like it.”

He smirks at me. “You would,” he whispers before his mouth crashes against mine, and his urgency takes my breath away. “Want to get out of here?” he asks when we finally come up for air.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

ON THE DRIVE back to the house, Luca is still seething about the instructor touching me. He has a death grip on the steering wheel, his knuckles white with his forearms tense and vibrating with anger. The tension is so thick in the SUV that I could cut it with a knife.

When we finally pull into the driveway, I decide to try to lighten the mood a bit. I climb out and immediately go to a pile of snow. Quickly, I make the biggest snowball I can manage before I sneak back to the SUV.

Luca rounds the corner, confusion lacing his features. “Verona, what are you -?”

I throw the snowball, effectively silencing him as it smacks him right in the face. Okay, so maybe I went for overkill, because now he’s covered in snow from the top of his head, his face, his shoulders and part of his chest.

I cover my mouth to silence my gasp as I watch him slowly wipe the snow from his face. His gray eyes blink open, and I can see the anger in them.

“Run,” he whispers.

“What?” I ask, thinking I misheard him. “Run, Verona.”

I don’t even think twice before I take off running into the snow. I don’t get far before Luca is on my heels, chasing me down like a lion would with his prey. My legs carry me as fast as they can, but Luca is faster.

He pushes me facedown into the snow and mounts me like a wild animal. I’m struggling to get my bearings when I feel cold air on my backside. Bent over a snowbank, I realize Luca just pulled down my pants, exposing me to the elements…and to him.

His fingertips press into the bruises on my skin, and I cry out in pain. “That hurts!”

“Well, it’s about to hurt even more,” he says darkly before bringing a hand down on my ass.

The combination of the bruises and the cold air makes the smack ten times worse, and I hiss out between clenched teeth.

He slaps my other cheek, and I cry out, “No more, no more! I’m sorry!”

“What was that? You’re sorry?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

I feel his fingertip run up and down the length of my slit. “Why, honey, you’re wet for me.”

I hang my head in shame. Admittedly, I’ve been wet for him all day. Just seeing his jealous side made me all hot and bothered earlier, and Luca is just plain hot when he’s angry.

“This is going to be hard and fast, honey,” Luca tells me. “Don’t come.”

“What?” I barely get the question out before I hear the sound of his zipper, and then his cock is pressing against my entrance. My wetness allows him to ease right in, and then he’s fucking me like the beast that he is.

It feels so good, and I can feel my core starting to clench around his big cock, but then I feel Luca’s hand coming down on my ass, and it jolts me out of the orgasm I was about to experience.

“This is your punishment, honey,” Luca hisses. “This is for my pleasure. Not yours.” He pumps his hips, enunciating every word as he says, “Don’t…you…dare… come.”

I try to move, but every time I do, I just sink down further into the snow. So, I’m forced to just lie there and take it, feeling every inch of his hard cock inside of me and desperately trying not to come.

“Fuck, yes!” Luca roars behind me as he finds his release, pulling out and marking me with stripes of cum on my bruised ass.

He takes a few seconds to come down from his high before he helps me up and fixes my pants. My legs are shaking from the cold, and I’m so horny I could scream right now.

Luca chuckles, and that earns him a vicious glare from me, which only makes him laugh harder.

“Delayed gratification, Mrs. Vitale. I seem to recall you wanting that,” he says with a smile before walking away from me.

I flip him off and sulk the whole way back to the house.