Secretly Mine

I looked out of the large windows in the historic castle. From up here, I could see over the entire hotel grounds, including the garden where the wedding ceremony was held.

Now, the high energy was replaced with the stillness and beauty of nature.

"What are you looking at so intently?" Christian asked as he placed a kiss on my neck.

My cheeks heated up from his kiss. "I'm just looking over the beautiful gardens. I'd say this garden rivals the one at the Moresi mansion."

Christian leaned over behind me and gazed out of the window with me. "Mmm, they are beautiful. This was a lovely venue."

His gentle words tickled my ear. I felt my body heat up and become more aware of his touch.

"It's no wonder they were booked out for over a year. It's thanks to you pulling the strings that we were able to get slotted in so early," I said, my face blushing.

"Anything for my wife."

The next moment, I felt his fingers pull down the small hidden zipper of my dress. "Now let's consummate this marriage to make it official," he teased. "I've been thinking about you all day."

It was as if someone stuck a match inside of me. Heat rose as I turned to look into his eyes.

"Husband," I managed to breathe out before Christian pulled me up into his arms, kissing me.

He carried me toward the large, four-poster bed that looked as historic and elegant as the castle itself. The suite we were in also had that old historic charm while maintaining all of the modern luxuries to make us comfortable.

"Ever since I saw you walk down the aisle in this dress, I couldn't keep myself from undressing you in my mind. I swear my wife is the most beautiful, talented, and kindhearted woman on this planet."

His flood of compliments caused me to blush and look away, "You're going to spoil me rotten if you keep saying such things about me."

"Saying what? The truth?" he asked, with a devilish smile.

The next moment, I felt my gown completely loosen off my body, landing at my feet.

"Ah, much better. Now I can taste you as much as I want."

He dove in, kissing my exposed upper body while his hands wrapped around me to unhook my bra.

"Ah!-" I moaned as his tongue danced across my skin.

My body reacted on its own. As soon as my bra slid off, Christian dove in to suck on my breasts. He worked his magic, circling my hard nipple with his tongue. At the same time, one of his free hands was already teasing a certain sensitive spot between my legs.

"Mmm, so wet already. Have you been thinking about me, Mrs. Vittoria?" asked Christian.

"Yes!" I breathed out. I've long been addicted to the way Christian made me feel. I even caught myself thinking about it midday.

His lips curved up into a smile, and the next moment, he pulled away. "Come and take off my clothes. I'll give you what you want, my love."

My misty eyes watched as the distance between us grew. I reached out, trying to prevent him from moving away, but I was too late. I watched him lean back on the bed, waiting for me to undress him.

My hands trembled as I worked my way down his shirt, half-unbuttoning, half-ripping until the shirt was finally off. I moved on to the pants, using a similar style to finally pull them off.

Initially, my thought was to fling myself on top of him, but Christian had another idea. He caught my hands and reached over to grab his tie from the side of the bed.

"Let's have a little bit of fun. It is our big day," he said, keeping his voice low and mellow.

I nodded, unsure of what to expect, but the anticipation bubbled inside of me. I knew whatever he wanted to do, it would most likely send me to heaven.

He scooped me up and placed me on the bed so that I was lying on my back.

"Lift your hands up above your head," he instructed.

I did as I was told, and the next moment I felt him weave his tie around my wrists, tying them together.

"Does that feel okay? Not too tight?"

I shook my head, "No, it's good."

While my hands were good, my heart was racing. It was my first time having my hands tied, and I could already feel myself becoming even more aroused.

But Christian didn't stop there. He pulled out something that looked like a cuff with a long rope attached, and began to secure the cuff around my ankle. His fingers lightly grazed my inner thigh as he went from leg to leg, securing the second cuff around my ankle.

"Almost done," he said and moved over to tie the ends of the cuffs around the bedposts at the foot of the bed.

When he finished, he turned over and smiled. "Mmm, now you won't be able to hide that pretty pussy of yours."

He was right. Due to the ankle cuffs, my legs were forced to stay spread. Even if I tugged with a good amount of pressure, the cuffs held me in place.

"You look so hot right now. I could cum just by looking at you," he said hoarsely.

He kneeled on the bed in front of me, moving up so that he was kneeling between my spread legs. His eyes took in the sight of my fully restrained body, moving from my head all the way down to my toes.

"Fuck, I'm throbbing just from looking at you. Do you see this? This is the effect you have over me," he said as his right hand gripped his erection.

He began to stroke himself, keeping his cock mere inches from my entrance. It was so close that I could feel the air move from his strokes, teasing me with its presence.

My knees began to tremble as I wriggled in attempts to get closer, but with my ankles tied, there was nothing I could do.

"Patience, princess. I'll give you what you want," he smiled.

The next moment, he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, while his right hand sped up, stroking his cock harder and harder.

"Ah!" he moaned before moving the tip of his cock to my entrance. He only just barely put it inside of me as he exploded, filling my insides with his cum.

I could feel the warmth fill me up as I struggled to push myself towards him to push him further inside.

His eyes darkened. "Is this what you want?"

He suddenly shoved himself inside, pushing all of his cum deeper inside me. My thighs wanted to clasp together from the impact, but the restraints kept my legs spread apart.

"Ahh!" I moaned again. It was so loud that I was sure all of the other guests in this hotel could hear me.

"Yes, baby. Just like that. I love hearing your sweet voice," said Christian as he bent over to begin kissing my chest while he thrusted himself again and again.

The sold wood bed creaked from his movements, but it was hardly audible over the sounds of my blissful cries.

There was something so erotic about being restrained. It made you feel so vulnerable, so out of control.

Christian used the restraints to his advantage, penetrating me from new angles and stimulating other parts of my body that haven't been touched before.

"If you keep sucking me in like that, I'm going to cum again," he said in between thrusts.

"Yes, cum!" I breathed, feeling that my own orgasm was about to consume me.

"Mmm, I love it when you say that. Here, take my cum," he said before slamming himself as far inside me as he could.

The next instant, I felt myself tighten around his shaft while he released more of his cum into my womb. My legs were still spread open, allowing him to reach my deepest parts.

As soon as he finished, he bent over and placed the gentlest kisses all over my body.

"I love you, Leslie. I love you with my entire being."

He continued to sprinkle feather-like kisses all over as he whispered the honey-coated words.

---

A month and a half later...

I woke up to the smell of pancakes and coffee. Christian had the habit of waking up early on the weekends to cook me breakfast.

Usually, the smell alone would have me jumping out of bed and rushing down to the kitchen for a bite, but today it caused my stomach to turn.

"Oh god!" I said, as I quickly ran to the bathroom, covering my mouth.

Ten minutes later, Christian finally came up to look for me.

"Leslie, breakfast is ready!" he said as he entered the bedroom. "Leslie?"

"I'm in here," I said weakly, slumped over the toilet.

He rushed into the bathroom. Worry filled his eyes as he saw me kneeling on the floor.

"Leslie! Are you okay? What's wrong?" he asked, placing his hand on my back.

I shook my head. "I don't know. I woke up and smelled your breakfast and...."

My eyes widened as I looked up at him.

"I never got my period this month!" I announced, looking directly into his eyes.

Christian froze as he processed the information. But a moment later, his eyes lit up with pure joy. "Do you mean...do you really mean that it's possible?"

I smiled and lifted myself up off the ground.

After how much effort you put into making sure I got pregnant, I'm sure the odds are fairly high.

"Shall we go find out?" I asked, reaching out to support myself on his outstretched arm.

Christian immediately lifted me off the ground and carried me out of the bathroom. "Yes! Let's head to the hospital right now!"

Excitement was bubbling out of him. He could hardly contain himself as he skipped down the stairs. He only stopped when we arrived in front of the car.

"Look at you being so excited. I didn't think you wanted a child this badly," I said with a smile.

"Of course! I've always dreamed of having a family of my own," he replied cheerfully.

As soon as we both sat down in the car, he bolted over to the hospital.

---

"Congratulations, man...err, Mr. and Mrs. Vittoria. You're having a child!" Liam said, walking in with a piece of paper.

My heart nearly leapt out of my chest, and Christian stood up from excitement.

"I'm going to be a father!" he cheered.

He walked over and placed a kiss on my lips.

My heart warmed. I placed my hands over my belly and smiled.

This child will grow up with love.

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Aftermath.

Georgio, Karl, and everyone else involved in the human trafficking were sentenced to life in prison.

Morgan, Anthony, and Lucia were all released due to being uninvolved, but the auction house and many of the Moresi estates were taken away. They're no longer part of the upper circle in the city and are trying to adjust to their new lives.

The victims of human trafficking have been freed, but some are still in programs to help with mental health and trauma. Over time, these people will reenter society and live normal lives.

The police force has used all of its newly gained information to find previous victims and free them. Over twenty people have been freed already.

Lucas is still healing after Leslie's rejection, using his paintings as a form of therapy. Though recently he found himself looking forward to spending time with Eve Lombardi, a new friend and art enthusiast.