War for Love: A New Battle Rages

CH 17: Family Drama

**Jermiah's POV**

How f*****g dare he raise a hand to my woman?! Family or not, I'll f*****g kill anyone who dares harm what is mine. "Let me go, boy."

"Gladly." I shoved him away from us, watching as he landed on his ass. He sprung up to his feet quickly, fury swimming in his eyes. I turned to see Gia still cowering behind me. Have they hit her before? I looked back at her dysfunctional family, finding it completely difficult to control the rage boiling inside of me. "We didn't come for this."

"Well, you both should have thought about that before you were so despicable to Elena! She only wanted to visit and have a relationship with her cousin and this is how she is treated! Thrown out and chaperoned back home like some inconvenience?!" Her uncle wasn't going to let this go, which was fine with me. Things were about to change with how they treated Gia, and definitely what they think they can get away with. "I should kill you where you stand!"

"For what exactly?" I laughed. "See, unlike Elena, we did not come unannounced, and we made arrangements at a nearby hotel. Your daughter not only showed up to our home, but she constantly tried to antagonize my wife! We will not be disrespected, and we sure as hell will not tolerate some childish brat crying to her daddy like a three-year-old when she doesn't get what she wants!"

"This is not how we treat family!" Elena tried to cry, but I could see the sparkle of amusement in her eyes.

"Let me get something straight right f*****g now. I married Gia. Gia is my family, and she will never be disrespected again. I don't care who you think you are, you have no power here!" I screamed in her face, shutting down that sparkle in her eyes. "Let me clear things up for you, Elena. For all of you!" I looked round at the s**t family in front of us. "The Moretti family is the head of all the Italian families. Don't ever disrespect one of us again. It will not be forgiven so easily again."

"Gia is our blood. How we treat her and discipline her is none of your business." Elena's face was morphed into so much hate. She really did resent her cousin so much. "You're just the poor bastard that had to marry her in an arrangement. Just because you're f*****g her doesn't mean you have to pretend she is anything more than a contract."

I turned to my wife, seeing her strength slowly seep out of her passive demeanor. She was always so careful with her family, never wanting to disappoint them, but that was evaporating now as she saw how no one was on her side. They never were. "Correct her." I growled. "Or I will."

Gia walked around me, stalking towards her cousin and pulled her right hand back and let it fly right into Elena's jaw. She then grabbed Elena's chin between her fingers hard, making Elena wince in pain, looking dead into her eyes. My wife leaned forward and spat through clinched teeth. "I am Gia Moretti. I am no longer the little girl who you could torment for your own pleasure because you hate your own existence. Maybe my marriage started as a contract, but it is a real marriage, and don't forget who my husband is."

I watched, turned on, as Gia kneed her cousin in the gut and sauntered back over to my side. Her families faces were mixed with emotions of shocked, and completely displeased with everything that had just occurred, but no one dared move. "The girl you all knew before is dead. I don't know how you treated her, how you hurt her, but I promise you, if you ever try that s**t again you won't like the consequences. This was meant to be a simple evening with family, but I feel like we needed this." My voice was cheerful despite the blackness I felt in my eyes. "We needed to correct this... hierarchy." I looked at Elena. "Know your place, accept it, stay there. We will be at our hotel. Let us know if we are still invited to dinner, so I can make reservations elsewhere if need be."

The driver opened the door for Gia and I, and we climbed into the backseat of the SUV without looking back. Once the door was closed, and the driver was starting to take off, I called over his shoulder, "take the long way." He nodded once, and I put up the privacy screen, reaching for Gia immediately. She tried to resist me, probably worried about being seen. "The privacy screen is pitch black and the windows are tinted. I don't care if he hears you scream, hike that skirt up and get on top of me now. I need to be inside you, baby."

I quickly worked with my belt, unbuttoning my pants and pulling my d**k out. It was hard and ready to slide so deep inside of her. I helped her settle her knees on either side of me, and guided my way home. Her head tilted back, my hands reaching for the buttons on her blouse. Soon her breasts were in my mouth and hands, as she grinded herself on me. I couldn't get enough of her, watching her become something so much more than I ever imagined. Strong, sure of herself, confident, powerful. My wife was a f*****g badass Goddess and I loved watching her grow more and more into herself. This is who she was always meant to be. My wife, my Queen.

"I'm close." She moaned into my neck.

My teeth clenched on one of her n*****s, my hand reached between our bodies and my thumb found her sensitive nub. Her hips grinded on my c**k ruthlessly, but I rubbed her so gently, slowly, causing her orgasm to convulse through her body, her screams likely heard by the traffic outside. I didn't care, they couldn't see my woman coming apart in my arms, and that's all that mattered. Her walls tightened around me, pushing my own orgasm past its peak, and I was soon filling her up with my seed. I imagined her belly round with my child, causing me to bury myself deeper inside of her, wanting to make my dream a beautiful reality.

We held on to each other, trying to catch our breaths and slow our hearts. My lips searched for hers and claimed them softly, passionately. f**k, I can't believe how absolutely insane I am about this woman. I don't even know who I am anymore. I just know I'm her husband, and that's all I want to be.

The vehicle slowed and stopped, a slight knock on the screen let me know we had arrived. "Five minutes," I called out. I kissed Gia again, cradling her face in my hands. "Let's go. I'm nowhere near done with you yet."

I couldn't keep any part of myself away from Gia. My hands, my lips, definitely not my c**k. It was pulsating for her every time she walked in the room. I needed her constantly. Sometimes gently, passionately, more often ruthlessly, like I needed to possess and claim her as mine over and over again. I worried endlessly that I was hurting her, but she always begged for more. Harder. Faster. She was just as wild for me as I her. We were both insatiable, never being dressed for longer than a few minutes. I wouldn't be surprised if the guests next to us were calling and complaining, but there was no way I was going to stop making my wife have such powerful orgasms that she didn't know whether to cry out to God or scream my name.

My hand rubbed up her smooth, bare back. Admiring the dip between her shoulder blades, watching her muscles contract as she shivered. "I think my v****a is broken." She giggled as my hand reached lower, just above the curve of her ass.

"There are other ways." I bit my bottom lip, my finger carefully dipping between her ass cheeks, and I chuckled as I felt her clinch.

"I don't f*****g think so." She tried to crawl from beneath me, but my hands held her hips in place. "There is no way that monster is ripping me apart back there!" Gia was so f*****g cute when she got nervous about something. So beautifully innocent.

"You didn't think you could take me in your tight cunt, now you take me balls deep and beg me to f**k you harder. You underestimate what you can handle." I pulled her body to me, but she shook her head. "You're denying me, baby?" I pouted. "I'm truly hurt."

"I need sustenance! I'm starving. You need to feed me before you defile me again." Her lips found mine.. "Okay, defile me once more."