Ranvijay
I was more concerned when she told me about that Italian guy. The day I saw her tattoo I understood one thing clearly. This girl belongs to some really powerful family but she is not aware of it. Either she was kept under hidden identity to save her life or she was disowned due to some reasons. It was true that she was married to me to save the Solankis. She told me to put me behind the bar. But every time she got something against me she stopped in between. Maybe she got to know more about her Solanki family too. I started feeling sorry for her. She ended up being a scapegoat. She ended up marrying such a jerk like me who had never loved anyone apart from a few. But she on the other hand never thought twice before saving someone. No matter whether it was Ragini or me or my brother. I had started getting weak towards her. I felt something different towards her. The feeling is genuine and unique. I saw her today in that black long gown and cursed the party. I was controlling myself from taking her into my room and never coming out. She is a born destroyer. I saw her mother and she was really a charming and intimidating lady. But Myra is just double of her mother. Even in the party she was the centre of attraction. People were dying to just have a look at her. I was keeping an eye on her. As the party got over I reached back to my penthouse. God knows what sort of thoughts she always has. She didn't notice me standing behind her until I wrapped my arms around her waist. We moved together near the mirror and there I saw us. Yes, us. The king and his queen. The warrior and its weapon. The drug and the addict. I am addicted to her and her smells. She is more than a wife to me. A perfect partner in crime. I wonder if I would ever get a feisty woman like her in my life. I inhaled her smell deeply when she closed her eyes. I flipped her and buried my lips on her neck. With another hand I removed one strap of her dress looking at the mirror. Her back, my gosh. It was like butter soft skin. The strap fell on one side exposing more of her back. I clawed her back slightly and she shivered badly in my embrace. Her hands reached my back to hold me more closely. I sucked at the spot where I kissed. A soft moan left her mouth. I looked at her face. Her lips were trembling. She looked more beautiful without make-up. Especially those ocean blue eyes. I can spend a thousand years just by looking at those orbs. I took her lips in my mouth and slightly bit them and started kissing like a hungry kid. My hands were roaming all around her body. The heat was radiating through our bodies. The more I deepened the kiss, the more her grip around me got stronger. I was enjoying her melting down. I removed another strap of the gown making it fall on her waist. I cupped her face and looked into her eyes. 
"I take this silence as yes." 
Without letting her digest my words I removed her dress and took her in my embrace to reach the bed. I did lay her down and got rid of my shirt and trousers. I climbed up the bed and claimed her lips again. After breaking the long passionate kiss we both were panting like hell. The kiss was beyond passionate. I looked at her body and she closed her eyes. 
"Let me kiss you with my eyes only, because the night is too young now." I told her.
She opened her eyes and there were emotions rather than blankness and hatred. I started giving her wet kisses and reached her navel. She trembled in her position. I have never seen her naked body before. Thank god I haven't seen it before, else I wouldn't be able to stop myself from claiming it every day. Now as I have seen it, it would be hard for me to stay away. I gave some light hickeys on her neck and below her collarbone. Her perfectly shaped breasts got fitted in my large palms. God must have taken too much time while creating her. I couldn't stop admiring her every feature. When I was playing and teasing her with my sweet kisses she held my biceps and looked into my eyes. I lost myself in them once again. I trailed down to her south and stroked her thighs. She was breathing heavily. I kissed her inner thighs and folds. She was already wet enough for my experienced foreplay. I parted her legs and positioned myself to enter in her. She looked at my eyes with a wide expression. I never asked whether she was a virgin or not. I didn't bother about the fact. But today I got concerned before going forward. What if I hurt her accidentally? 
"Tell me if you get hurt." She gave me a half smile after hearing that. 
She was already wet enough. The moment I slipped my one finger into her core her back got arched. I started stroking her lightly, pleasuring her more. Then I pushed my second finger to stretch her walls. She dug her nails more into my skin. Scratching me back and forth on my back as she was adjusting with the sudden invasion and pleasure. She had her first orgasm and her body was way too reacting with every single touch. 
"Why are you so addicted to Myra?" I stroked her cheeks and asked, looking at her deeply in her eyes. She didn't reply but just wrapped her hands around my neck. 
Then I kept my manhood at her entrance to push further.
At first I couldn't enter and found it tight. On my third attempt I was able to invade her and started stroking at a slow pace. I kissed her lips to take away the immediate pain and she did dig her nails more into my skin. She was adjusting with the sudden rush of pain. I was gentle like hell. Never in my life was I so concerned or scared while fucking someone. I understood the difference between fucking and love making that day. She kissed me back and with time I increased my pace. With every single thrust she was digging her nails more into my skin. I was sure that I would have long scratches on my back. She was clawing like a wild cat but I was enjoying it fullest. I moved deeper into her and she moaned my name. Damn her sexy voice and my name with her Italian accent. It was making me harder. She had her second orgasm with a loud moan. I don't remember exactly when she came or when she had an orgasm. But I remember, that was my best sex ever. After multiple rounds of our love making I came and thanks to the condom that survived throughout our long lasted sex. I fell on her chest panting hard all in sweat. She was glowing like hell. I flipped her on my chest and wrapped my arms around her body to sleep the peaceful sleep of my life. 
Myra
I woke up the next morning with an aching body. Damn the man is really something. He was gentle but his love and compassion had fire in it. I was taken to the moon, mars, sun god knows where all. I had one of the best nights of my life for sure. Even by thinking about the night my cheeks were getting red. I entered the washroom and brushed my teeth. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Lots of things got changed just by one night. I got two purple hickeys on my neck and two below my collarbone. My skin was glowing. My thoughts got broken with the voice outside. 
"Myra, are you there? What are you doing?"
"Just going for a shower."
"Ok. I am coming in." 
Without letting me finish furthermore he barged in with his boxer only. He has more abs than me. Well I have four abs too but not that prominent like him. His body was on display which I could stop admiring.
"Happy with the eye raping?" 
I lowered my gaze hearing his mocking tone. 
"What are you doing here? I am supposed to take shower." Averting my gaze I asked him.
"Who had stopped you? Go and have it." Saying that he started brushing his teeth.
"How would I take it if you were still standing here?"
He didn't reply and finished brushing his teeth.
"Let me show you." He finished his saying and picked me up in his embrace to put me down under the shower and opened the knob. 
"Hey, stop it."
"Why? You told me that you are going to take shower. You didn't mention that you wanted it alone. Don't worry I am saving the water."
"That is the shittiest cheesy line I have ever heard." I told him.
Before gaining my composure back I found my lips in his mouth. I felt like he is getting mad now. He was touching my whole body in a way that I couldn't stop myself from melting down in his embrace. The warm water was less warm compared to his touches. A soft moan left my mouth when he pinched my nipple and squeezed my butt cheeks. 
"Jay" The only word left in my mouth. 
"You know what, your tongue can do magic whenever it says my name."
"And your touches too."
"Don't tease me, I might end up starting over something here again." He flipped me and my back hit his chest. He put his head near my neck and bit my earlobe.
"Who is stopping you?" I turned my face and wrapped my hands around him while saying.
"You might be sore. I don't want to hurt the little Italian pasta of my life."
"Italian Pasta? Really?"
"Yeah. Should I call you pizza?" Saying that he claimed my lips again without any prior hint. 
We had our session in the shower. Next time I decided to lock the door for sure. Once we were done we came out after a proper shower. We dried ourselves to get ready. My one glance on his back made me freeze. Though during the shower I didn't give it a major look but later, it got into my notice very prominently.
"Fuck. Jay, don't tell me I did this." 
I pointed at my artwork on his back. 
"Ah. This one? Perks of having a wild cat in life. It's ok. Next time I will give you a canvas and paint brush to paint. Don't make a landscape on my skin."
"I am sorry. I didn't mean to...."
"I was kidding. Girl I liked what you did. Let's carry each other’s mark imprinted on us to let the world know that we belong to each other only."
I didn't say anything. He had a different respect for me. I came out of my closet and stood in front of the mirror to apply some cream on my face when he came behind me. 
"I have something for you. Rather for us." I looked back at him to have a glance of it.
He brought out a thin chain of platinum with an alphabet as a pendant. It was having "R" in cursive. He put that around my neck. 
He brought out another one and told me to put that around his neck. It was the same but the alphabet was "M".
I was looking at him with lots of questions.
"You told me right? To find something that could tie us together? I believe now we won't be able to forget who we both belong to."
I was more than shocked. He literally got these two for us. I really need to talk to him. I can't just live like this. It's high time that I need to make a decision. I need to fly back to Italy to settle up my things there. 
"Jay, I have only two friends there in Italy who are very close to me. If I want to continue here as your wife, I still need to go to Italy at least for once. I need to tell them the truth in person. I need to clear up my property and other banking procedures too."
"Didn't you tell them about your marriage?" He was calm but doubtful.
"No. I lied. I wasn't sure of it. I didn't know what to do. How would they react? They were the only people left to me. I have no one from my maiden family."
"We would go together to talk to them. I would ask our lawyer to take care of your legal proceedings in India. I will come with you to Sicily to settle the matter."
I didn't expect him to come down to Sicily. I didn't know why he said so.
"Is it fine for you to travel? After such an attack?"
"Who told you that I would travel? I am planning to go on a honeymoon with my wife in Italy. I will surely take care of the security."
What the fuck. Honeymoon? After six fucking months of our marriage he was thinking of going on a honeymoon that too in my birthplace. I have grown up there. What would I do by going there? People go on a honeymoon in a new place. And here is my dear husband, who was planning to take me on a honeymoon in my own fucking hometown.
I gave a death glare.
"Honeymoon in Italy? There is nothing to see for me. I was there for 22 fucking years."
"Who is bothering you? I am thinking of meeting new girls in Napoli and at Positano beach." He mocked me.
I gave a punch on his stomach and said,
"They give a damn about it."
He let out a fake growl and spoke
"Jealous Senorita?"
"Fucking shitty Italian annotation."  I barked at him and came out of the room and met Randhir. 
He was coming towards our room. He stood in front of me and his silent smile was enough to tell me that he had just noticed the hickeys on my neck.
"What? What happened?" I asked him.
"Nothing. Is bhai fine?" He laughed while finishing his sentences.
"Absolutely and he is planning to hit on Italian girls on Positano beach or in Napoli." I spoke, making an irritated face.
"Yeah girls are sexy there."
"Randhir." I literally barked at him when he folded his hands by saying,
"Sorry, sorry. I was kidding. I will grab the girls for me and keep Bhai away from them just for you."
"Huh, like if I care."