Preface
Black Bella
Victoria
Present day…
“Oh, my God, Lo,” I moan into the room.
My husband purrs like a big cat into my core. My mouth falls open and my head falls back. I clinch the sheets between my fingertips.
My toes point, as my thighs tighten around his head. This man knows just how to own this body. I’ve never wanted to know the touch of another, and this is the reason why. Lo has never left room for that desire to surface. Not on purpose.
My heartaches as the truth sets in. We’ve been through hell. Not for the first time, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.
“Focus, Vicky,” Lorenzo growls, as my thoughts try to carry me away.
The deep rumble and rasp in his voice brings me right back into the room. I center all my attention on the dark head bobbing between my legs. Lo’s grey eyes flicker up to meet mine and I tremble.
The fire and desire in them pull me in so deep. I see the man he has become, not the young man I first met. No, Lo has come a long way from the angry, frustrated, guy that fell head over heels in love with me, at first sight.
There are no secrets in my husband’s eyes now. Not like back then, I only see promises and love in his depths. His tongue pushes deeper inside of me and I bow off the bed.
Damn, it’s been over a decade. Eleven years, since I ran into this man in a mall. I had no idea then that he would ruin my body, my mind, my soul. I’ll only ever belong to this man.
Lo latches onto my clit and sucks hard. I come up off the bed, while I cum all over his face. He laps me up, before climbing my body.
Lorenzo presses his wet lips to mine and I moan at my own taste on his sexy lips. Lo kisses me so deeply, my toes curl. I feel light headed as he continues to devour my mouth.
He reaches for my thighs, pulling one leg around his waist and tossing the other over his shoulder. He places a kiss to the bracelet around my ankle. I shiver when he slips his tongue beneath it, tracing a path.
Lorenzo moves to cover me with his body, dipping his head to kiss the pendants that have slipped into the hollow of my throat. It was a wedding gift; one I have cherished since the day it locked around my neck. I never take it off.
Lo has always spoiled me with gifts, but this necklace has meant the most to me. I can’t explain why, it just has. Somehow, I’ve always felt connected to him through it.
Lo kisses my chin and nips it, as he sinks into me slowly. The groan that rips from his chest is so sexy and deep. I flick my tongue against his nose and shudder as he slams the rest of the way in.
“Oh, my God, you’re so tight. This shit is mine, Vic. Always has been, always will be. Wish you would let another motherfucker touch what’s mine,” he hisses.
“Lo, I’m sorry. I didn’t—,” I start, but he cuts me off as he starts to pound into me.
“Hush, I love you. I know everything. Our grandfathers have always been right about you. You did good, Baby,” Lo soothes.
A tear slips free, and my chest swells. I did only what I knew to do. What I thought my husband would’ve wanted.
“I love you, too,” I sob.
“It’s okay, Baby,” Lo whispers. “Everything is going to be fine. Focus on me, feel me.”
I throw my head back and do just that. Lorenzo dips his head and latches onto my breast, sucking my nipple deep into his mouth. My juices flood my center, soaking him in the process.
My body aches in places that haven’t been used in much too long, but I’m not complaining. Lo rolls into my body effortlessly. It feels incredible. I cry out, not caring who may hear.
When my nipple pops free from Lo’s lips, the sound fills the room and turns me on at the same time. He leans forward, reaching to thread his fingers in my hair, pushing my leg forward into me. His other hand reaches beneath me to cup my ass.
“Shit, Vitoria. This pussy is as good as the first time I took it, Baby.” Lo groans long and low, as he lunges deep. “No, fuck that. It’s better. I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t,” I stop him. “I won’t even let you go there.”
Lo locks eyes with me. His hips slow, and before I know it, he rolls onto his back, taking me with him. I plant my hands on his chest and start to ride him. I rock and roll my hips in small teasing circles before I really go in.
I ride this dick like a long lost friend. The look in my husband’s eyes says a million words. I feel him in every part of me and I wouldn’t change this for the world.
Lo grips my hips to still me. He just looks into my soul as he pulses inside of me. All at once, I can see every emotion, every word, everything he hasn’t said since he arrived.
I nod my head and show my own feelings and emotions. Lorenzo takes that as a cue, linking our fingers together. He sits up and lifts my arms, entwining our locked arms behind my neck, he starts to pound up into me.
I bounce with him, as I keen in ecstasy. I’m soaked and dripping in between his legs. Lo growls and pumps harder. I wiggle to plant my feet. Lo gets my intention, and releases one hand to wrap his arm around my waist to help me.
“That’s my girl,” he croons, giving a little chuckle.
Lord, there was a time I didn’t even understand my body, let alone how to please this man. We have come so far. I roll my hips just the way I know will end Lo. Sure enough, he bellows my name, as he releases his hot seed deep inside me.
“Shit, I missed you,” he breathes into my neck.
“We can end this now?” I whisper.
Lo sighs. “Yes, it will end now.”
I smirk. He will never admit to who I’ve become. It has always been hard for him. Lorenzo is a protector. We have always bumped heads when it comes to who I really am.
It’s okay, for now, I won’t push. You see, you have to know our beginning, to know where we are and where we’re going. Like I said, we’ve been through hell and back, but this has been our path long before we even knew.
There is no backing down from being a Botticelli. It is who my husband is, who I’ve always been meant to be. My husband is Don Lorenzo Botticelli, and I, well, I’m the Victoria Botticelli, Black Bella.