Bride by Initiation: Secret Society Mafia Marriage Pact (The Underworld Book 1)
Bride by Initiation: Chapter 25

Two Months Later

‘Can you go to work a little bit late this morning?’ I ask Zara.

She puts her lipstick down. ‘I suppose. What’s going on?’

Excitement and a bit of anxiety fill me. I lean closer and declare, ‘I can’t tell you.’

Her lips twitch. She tilts her head and squints. ‘What are you up to, Sean O’Malley?’

I chuckle. ‘You’ll see. Hurry up and finish getting ready.’

She glances at her reflection in the mirror, shakes out her curls, then chirps, ‘I’m ready.’

I pat her ass. ‘Good. I’ll drop you off at work later.’ I grab her hand and lead her into the other room.

She giggles. ‘Where are we going?’

‘It’s a surprise, Mrs. O’Malley.’ I wiggle my eyebrows.

‘The suspense is killing me,’ she admits, and grabs her purse off the table.

I guide her out of the apartment, through the building, and into the SUV.

As soon as we get inside, she questions, ‘Tell me again where we’re going?’

I wiggle my finger in front of her. ‘Uh-uh-uh. I’m not spilling.’

She huffs. ‘Aw. Just give me a little hint?’

I chuckle and add, ‘I think you’ll like it.’

She pouts. ‘That’s not giving me a hint.’

‘Sorry. That’s all you’re getting,’ I declare, then kiss her hand.

My driver goes several blocks and pulls up to a building that’s bustling with activity. There’s a coffee shop, several boutiques, and a restaurant on the ground level.

She teases, ‘Aw, you’re taking me to my favorite coffee shop and then on a shopping spree? That’s sweet of you!’

‘Nope!’ I shake my head, grinning, and exit the car. I reach inside for her and help her out, taunting, ‘Guess again, my little brat.’

She gushes, ‘Don’t get me all hot and bothered before work.’

I grunt, the space near my zipper getting tighter. I lead her past the coffee shop and into the residential lobby.

She asks, ‘What are we doing here?’

I nod at security. Casey motions for us to pass him, greeting, ‘Good morning, Mr. O’Malley.’

‘Morning, Casey.’

‘Is this Mrs. O’Malley?’

‘It is,’ I reply, puffing my chest out. The pride I have that Zara’s my wife grows daily.

Casey offers, ‘Nice to meet you, Mrs. O’Malley.’

‘You too,’ she replies, giving me a questioning look.

I push the button for the elevator, then lean closer to her. ‘When are you taking care of officially changing your name?’

Surprised, she arches her eyebrows.

I’ve never said anything to her about it. I’ve been waiting for her to do it, but now I’m growing impatient. It’s time for her to take her rightful name—my name.

The elevator dings, and the doors open. People step out.

I lead her inside, press my hand on the pad, and the doors shut. I add, ‘You didn’t think I would let you keep your maiden name, did you?’

She scoffs. ‘Allow me?’

‘Yeah.’

‘You don’t have the authority to give me permission,’ she claims.

‘Like hell, I don’t.’

‘Like hell, you do,’ she argues.

The elevator stops, and the doors open.

I usher her into a brightly lit, beautifully accessorized foyer. Expensive artwork with bright colors hangs on the walls. An intricately carved gold pot contains a light pink cherry blossom tree.

She points at it, asking, ‘How do they keep that alive in here?’

‘The ceiling has indoor grow lights, and they make sure its soil has proper drainage,’ I tell her.

‘Seriously?’ She gapes, glancing up.

‘Yep. But why don’t you want to change your name?’ I push, opening the door to the main area.

She steps through and stops just inside the doorway.

My anxiety spikes. I step up next to her and ask, ‘What’s wrong?’

‘That view of Lake Michigan is insane!’ she gushes, then hurries across the perfectly decorated family room. She stands in front of the window, watching the waves crash against the shore.

I breathe a sigh of relief. ‘Yeah, it’s pretty badass. What do you think about how the space is laid out?’

She turns and strolls over to the chef’s kitchen, running her hand over the quartz countertop, stating, ‘These are gorgeous! I love how the blue resembles waves against the bright white.’ She steps between the oversized island and the back counter, taking it all in, then adds, ‘The view of the city is cool too!’

I nod, then grab her hand, tugging her toward the hallway. ‘Let’s look at the rest of it.’

‘Whose place is this?’ she asks.

‘You’ll see.’

She lowers her voice, stating, ‘It’s so early in the morning for visitors. Do they even know we’re here?’

I chuckle, shaking my head. ‘Don’t worry about it. What do you think of the bedrooms?’ I open a door.

She steps inside the suite and raves, ‘It’s beautiful!’

‘Agreed. There are three other similar ones. And what about the offices?’ I lead her to another room.

She glances at the modern white desk with silver legs, a designer couch, and more expensive artwork. ‘I want to work here.’

I mentally high-five myself. Then I move her across the hall. A brown desk and a matching leather couch fill the space.

She tilts her head and blurts out, ‘If we lived here, this would be your office. I’d take the other one.’

My lips twitch. I ask, ‘What about the gym?’

‘Where is it?’

I step into the hall and point to another door.

She passes me and praises, ‘This is pretty kickass!’

Free weights, cardio and strength machines, an area with a hanging bag to kick are all situated on a wooden floor. Mirrors cover two walls.

I pull her out of the gym. ‘Come on. I want to show you the rest of it.’ I take her to the other side of the apartment and open another door.

The primary suite is just as stunning as the rest of the house, with a similar view of Lake Michigan as the main area.

‘This place is incredible. But who lives here? Enough of the suspense,’ she says.

I puff out my chest, then step in front of a closet door. I open it and motion for her to go inside.

She gapes, glancing around. She mutters, ‘This is insane.’

I’ve added some designer clothes and shoes, but the items don’t fill the space. There’s still plenty of room for our stuff, which is secretly getting packed as we speak.

I order, ‘Open the top drawer.’

She arches her eyebrows. ‘I’m allowed to be nosy?’

I chuckle. ‘Yeah. Open it.’

She bites on her lip as she obeys.

‘Go ahead. Pull it out,’ I direct.

She holds up the black lingerie, smirking. ‘Well, this is interesting.’

‘Yeah, it’s going to look amazing on you,’ I declare.

Her cheeks flush, and my cock hardens. She carefully asks, ‘Sean, did you buy this place?’

Pride fills me. ‘Yep. I sure did!’

Her eyes light with excitement, yet she hesitates before asking, ‘For us?’

I grunt. ‘Why else would I have bought it?’

She claps and jumps up and down. ‘Yay! Seriously? You bought this for us?’

Happiness floods me. Dmitri and Anna Ivanov’s daughter, Mariya, helped me. ‘Yes. I had Mariya decorate it. Anna said she was ready to start taking on her own projects. Mariya said it was your style.’

She tosses her arms around me, babbling, ‘Oh my gosh, it is. She nailed it! Thank you so much. Seriously? This is ours?’

I slide my hand onto her ass. ‘Sure is.’

‘Really?’ she asks, tearing up.

‘Yep.’ I put my hands on her cheeks and kiss her until we’re both out of breath. I retreat and say, ‘Come on. There’s something I need to do.’

‘What’s that?’

Without answering, I pull her back into the kitchen. Then I announce, ‘There’s something that sealed the deal for me.’

‘What was that?’ she questions.

I move her to the side of the island, facing away from me, then reach around her and unbutton her blazer.

She turns her head and smiles, suggesting, ‘Don’t leave me in suspense.’

I tug her blazer off and toss it several feet away. Then I put my hands on her thighs, bunching her skirt to her waist.

She shifts, pushing her ass into my pelvis.

I put my face next to hers and nod at the window, instructing, ‘Look at the building directly across from us.’

She pins her gaze on it.

‘A floor below the penthouse,’ I tell her.

She refocuses her gaze and gasps.

Two men stand near the window with a woman sandwiched between them; they’re all naked.

I announce, ‘That woman has two or more men over every morning at the same time. Always by the window.’

‘Shut up,’ she breathes, unable to take her eyes off the threesome.

I slide my fingers over the thin material of her thong.

She bites on her lip, her eyes full of fire.

One of the men sits on a lounger. The woman straddles him, and the second man leans over and kisses her neck.

‘Holy shit,’ she murmurs.

I pump my fingers inside her, kissing her neck.

The same expression she wore at the Binding of Flesh appears on her face. She whispers, ‘Sean.’

My lips brush her ear. I murmur, ‘I remember how you like to watch.’

Her cheeks turn red.

I swipe my tongue over her lobe and splay my hand on her spine, pushing her onto the cold quartz. I release my pants and the sound of my belt hitting the floor ricochets in the air.

She inhales sharply, glancing back at me.

‘Don’t watch me. Watch them, my little brat,’ I insist. I take my foot and slide her feet farther apart.

She glances back at the throuple. Both men are inside the woman now.

‘That’s so hot,’ Zara blurts.

With one thrust, I push inside her.

‘Oh my God,’ she cries out, and her insides pulse around me.

I don’t hold back, thrusting into her at the same pace the men thrust into the woman. I bark, ‘Tell me how you like it, my little brat.’

‘Harder,’ she breathes.

The woman closes her eyes, her mouth in an O, her body convulsing.

I keep my palm on Zara’s spine and grip her shoulder with my other hand. My cock slides in and out of her, creating a never-ending supply of tingles down my spine.

‘Sean. Oh my God!’ she chokes out.

The woman’s face turns redder. The men pound into her harder, the one behind her tugging her hair so her face is pointed at the ceiling.

Adrenaline floods my cells.

‘Sean, I’m going to⁠—’

I slap her ass, and she shrieks, her pussy pulsating around my cock.

I slide my hand in her hair, tugging it so her chin’s on the quartz. I pound into her harder, snarling, ‘You like what you see over there?‘

‘Yes. Oh my God, yes,’ she admits.

I ask the question that’s kept me up at night; the one I haven’t had the balls to ask. ‘Is that what you want, Zara? Me and another guy?’

She doesn’t hesitate, stating, ‘No, only you. I just like to watch.’

‘You sure?’ I question.

‘Yes!’

Relief hits me. I say into her ear, ‘That’s good, my pulse. No one gets you but me.’

‘Yes! Only you! Oh God! Oh fuck, Sean,’ she cries out, her body convulsing harder between me and the cool quartz.

I shout, ‘That’s it, my little brat. You squeeze your tight pussy on my cock and come all over me!’

‘Yes. Fuck me harder!’ she screams in delirium, her stare still on the threesome.

‘You like it when I talk dirty, don’t you, my little wife?’

‘Yes! Sean! Oh God,’ she breathes, gripping the edge of the countertop.

A tidal wave of adrenaline assaults me. I blurt out, ‘Jesus fucking Christ. You know how much I fucking love you, you fucking little brat?’ I grunt, then release inside her, thrusting through it.

‘Yes! I love it too,’ she claims, trembling so hard she’s barely breathing.

I fist her hair tighter. ‘I don’t mean sex, Zara. I fucking love you! Always have,’ I bellow, my erection swelling to the maximum point of pleasure.

She whimpers, her knees buckling, as I collapse over her, breathing hard, kissing the back of her neck.

I told her I love her.

She didn’t say it back.

She blinks hard, then unglues her eyes off the scene across the way, turning her head to look at me.

I slowly slide out of her, grab a towel, and clean her up. Then I move her panties back over and tug her skirt down. I pull her backward, spin her to face me, and reach underneath her armpits. I hoist her up on the counter.

Breathing hard, she meets my eyes.

Oh shit. She’s freaked out now.

I plant my hands on either side of her and lean closer. Vulnerability floods my chest. My voice is hoarse. ‘I meant it, Zara. I love you. I always have.’

Happiness fills her expression. She cups my cheeks and blinks hard. ‘I love you too.’

Surprise fills me. ‘You do?’

She smiles. ‘Yes. Of course I do.’

My lips twitch. ‘Is it because I bought this penthouse for you?’

She laughs, teasing, ‘No. But since a happy wife makes a happy life, it was an excellent move on your part.’ She winks.

I chuckle and kiss her again, holding her tighter to me.

She slides her arms around me, one hand running through my hair, kissing me back with as much affection as I give her.

I retreat. ‘I probably need to get you to work now, don’t I?’

She pouts. ‘You mean I have to leave this place?’

I shrug. ‘Sorry. You can come back tonight. I’ll have all of our stuff moved in by then.’

‘You will?’ she asks, beaming.

‘Of course, my little brat.’

She claps and then tosses her arms back around me. ‘Thanks. You’re the best husband ever.’

‘There. That’s what I’ve been waiting for,’ I admit.

She laughs, then her face turns serious. She tears up. ‘Thank you, though. This place…’ She glances around. ‘It’s amazing. Really. It’s more than I ever could have wished for.’

Pride fills me again. I kiss her on the lips, then reply, ‘Good. When you get home tonight, I have several more rooms I’m going to take advantage of you in.’

She giggles. ‘Deal.’