His Angel: A Dark Mafia Romance (Dark Sovereign Book 10)

Father Tobias steps forward, his presence a quiet anchor in the whirlwind of this moment. His blue eyes are kind, but there’s a sharpness to him, a rugged edge beneath his dark hair and priestly demeanor that makes me think he’s seen more of the world’s sins than its graces.

He positions himself at the center of the wooden platform beneath the billowing canopy of sheer white fabric and gestures for us to join him.

The petals scattered on the ground—blush and cream—seem to glow in the twilight, their delicate scent mingling with the jasmine, and the ancient trees arching overhead create a natural cathedral, their branches dripping with fairy lights that make the scene feel ethereal.

Isaia takes my hand, his grip warm and steady, and leads me to stand before Father Tobias. His thumb brushes over the ring he just slipped onto my finger, the diamond catching the light with every movement, and I feel the weight of his love, the depth of it, grounding me.

My legs are still trembling, my breath uneven, but there’s a certainty in my chest that I’ve never felt before.

This is right.

This is us.

The music has stopped, but the island hums around us—the gentle babble of the stream, the rustle of leaves in the breeze, the distant whisper of the ocean—a symphony that feels like nature itself is holding its breath for this moment.

Father Tobias clears his throat, his voice deep and resonant as it cuts through the stillness.

“We gather here, in this sacred space, to join Everly Beaumont and Isaia Del Rossa in marriage,” he begins, his tone steady and reverent. “Love acts as a bond that unites us, a beacon that leads us through our darkest moments. This evening, beneath the starlit sky and surrounded by the island’s splendor, we celebrate the joining of two souls who have chosen each other above everything else.”

I glance at Isaia, my heart swelling at the priest’s words, and see the emotion in his eyes, a sheen of tears he doesn’t bother to hide. He’s still in his all-black suit, the fabric hugging his broad shoulders and lean frame, and the sight of him—dangerous, elegant, and so utterly mine—makes my breath catch.

His dark hair is swept back, a few strands falling loose to frame his face, and those piercing brown eyes hold mine with an intensity that makes the world fade away. He squeezes my hand, his touch a silent promise, and I feel a tear slip down my cheek, the weight of this moment sinking into me.

Father Tobias continues, his voice softening as he looks between us.

“Marriage is a vow, a covenant to stand together through joy and sorrow, to choose each other every day, no matter what challenges lie ahead. Isaia, do you take Everly to be your wife, to honor her, to cherish her, to protect her, for as long as you both shall live?”

Isaia’s gaze never wavers, his eyes burning with a love so fierce it almost physically knocks me off my feet.

“I do,” he says, with so much conviction, it feels as if he’s uttering the most irrefutable truth in the universe. “You’re my heart, Everly Beaumont. My fire. My everything, and I’ll spend every day proving it. I’ll honor you,” he continues, eyes connected with mine, “cherish you, and protect you with everything I have, until my last fucking breath.”

“You know you just cursed in front of a priest, right?” I whisper, unable to suppress the snicker that escapes with my words.

He gives me a crooked smile, the kind that makes my heart skip. “Just saying my vows in my own words, baby girl.”

Father Tobias grins. “Respect the sanctity of the vow, young man.”

“Bite me, Priest.”

Everyone laughs. Even Talon cracks a smile.

Father Tobias turns to me, his expression gentle but steady. “Everly, do you take Isaia to be your husband, to stand by his side, to love him, to face every storm with him, for as long as you both shall live?”

My voice trembles, but it’s steady with certainty. “I do,” I say, my eyes locked on Isaia’s. “I’ll stand by you, love you, fight for you, through every storm, every shadow.” I swallow hard, my emotions cascading like a torrent. “You are my home, Isaia Del Rossa. My forever. And I choose you with all that I am. I’ll always…choose…you.”

Isaia’s lips curve into a small, tender smile, and I see the relief in his eyes, the joy that lights him up from within.

Father Tobias nods, a quiet pride in his gaze, and I feel the weight of the moment settle over us like a warm blanket. “A marriage is a covenant that⁠—”

“Speed it up, Priest.” Isaia shoots him a warning glare, and Father Tobias rolls his eyes.

“By the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. Isaia, you may kiss your bride.”

“Thank fuck.”

I’m still chuckling when Isaia pulls me into his arms, claiming my lips like it’s the first time and the last. My knees are weak, my insides coiled, and the energy between us is so strong it could fuel a thousand lifetimes

His lips are soft but firm, a vow in every brush, and I taste the salt of my tears mingling with the warmth of him.

The fairy lights seem to glow brighter, the candles flickering like they’re celebrating with us, and I hear the stream nearby, its gentle babble a soft applause.

I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him back with everything I have, my heart so full it feels like it might burst.

His hands slide down to my waist, pulling me closer, and I feel the lace of my dress press against his suit, the slit parting to reveal my leg as I lean into him.

He pulls back, his forehead resting against mine, and we’re both breathing hard, our smiles mirroring each other.

“My wife,” he murmurs, the words a reverent whisper, and I laugh softly, the sound bubbling up from a place of pure joy.

“My husband,” I whisper back, and the reality of it hits me—we’re married, bound in a way that feels eternal, unbreakable. The diamond on my finger glints in the light, a star against my skin, and I feel a warmth spread through me, a certainty that this is where I’m meant to be.

“Priest…Talon.” Isaia’s hands are on my hips. “Unless you want to see us consummate the fuck out of this marriage, I suggest you leave. Now.”

Father Tobias’ lips twitch with the faintest hint of amusement. They both turn and slip into the shadows of the trees, their footsteps fading into the night, leaving us alone in the clearing.

I take his hand, brushing my thumb along his finger. “You don’t have a ring.”

“I’ve got something better.”

Intrigued, I watch as he reaches into his jacket pocket, revealing a silver chain, attached to it a clear glass cylinder pendant, no bigger than my thumbnail, its surface catching the light like a teardrop. “I need you with me always.”

A shiver runs down my spine as he pulls out a small blade, its sharp edge glinting.

My breath catches as he gently takes my hand, palm up.

“You trust me?”

I nod.

“I need your words, Everly.”

“Yes. You know I do.”

With delicate precision, he presses the tip of the blade into the pad of my ring finger, the one now adorned with my wedding band, and I wince at the sharp sting as a few drops of blood well up.

Isaia’s gaze darkens, his breath hitching as he watches the blood bead, and he carefully tilts my finger over the open vial, letting the drops fall inside, each one a tiny piece of me.

He seals the vial with a small cork, the blood swirling within like a dark ruby, and fastens the chain around his neck.noveldrama

It’s unconventional. It’s dark. But the ownership I feel as I gaze at the pendant resting against his chest, right next to his heart, it fills me with a sense of security and love and something so uniquely us. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before, a confirmation that everything about tonight is right. It’s true.

“Now you’ll always be with me, baby girl,” he says, his voice low and raw, filled with so much emotion it makes my heart ache.

I reach out, my fingers brushing the vial, and I feel the weight of his love, the depth of his obsession, binding us in a way that’s as eternal as the vows we just spoke. “Right where I belong.”

With a searing kiss, we seal our promise, our vows, our souls. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love him. Deep in my heart, I know that there won’t ever be a man who fits me so perfectly like Isaia Del Rossa.

As he inches back a little, a wicked grin curves at his mouth. “Now, you have a choice to make, Mrs. Del Rossa.”

My heart leaps when I hear him call me that for the first time. “And what’s that…Mr. Del Rossa?”

He backs me up against the wooden post of the canopy, his eyes predatory.

“I can carry you to the villa and lay you down on silk, touch you, caress you, make love to you,” he presses a kiss on my collarbone, “worship you until you break apart for me,” he kisses along my jaw, “then we can fall asleep in each other’s arms as husband and wife. Or,” his lips hover close to mine, his breath warm, and voice low, “I can give you my cock right here—rough, hard, and make you come, make you scream while the moon, the stars, and Mother Nature herself watches me fuck you.” He nuzzles his nose against mine. “How do you want it, wife?”

My body’s already fire for him, my core quivering with anticipation. Between the passionate ceremony and our heated kisses, desire is a dangerous undercurrent tugging at me. I feel it in the arch of my back, the quickening pulse in my throat, the hitch in my breath.

Most women dream of their wedding night being romantic, slow, a worship of bodies. But not me. Not with him. We’re just…different. Our love is different. Our passion is different. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.

I wrap my arms around his neck, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth. “Prove to Mother Nature I’m yours.”

His approval vibrates up his throat, his eyes flashing with fiery desire. And as he pins me against the wooden post of the canopy, his lips crash into mine with a savage hunger that rips a desperate moan off my tongue.

I claw at his shoulders as he yanks off his suit jacket, my nails digging through his shirt’s fabric. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, fucking it with a brutal rhythm that makes my clit pulse, and I taste the raw need in our kiss, fueling us, making us wild with want.

He licks up my jaw. “Tell me you’re not attached to the dress.”

“I’m not attached to the dress.”

He rips at the bodice, the lace tearing with a sharp sound as he exposes my tits, his fingers pinching my nipples so hard I cry out, the pain shooting straight to my dripping cunt, then taking the hardened peak into his mouth—tongue flicking, rolling, sucking until my I’m squirming against him.

“I can smell how wet you are for me.” He yanks my dress up, the slit splitting wide, and tears my panties off, the lace shredding in his grip, and I’m bare for him, my thighs slick with my arousal as he drops to his knees.

I’m all whimpers and moans as he spreads my pussy lips wide.

“If your cunt were poison, I’d still eat it.”

I cry out, his mouth hot on me as he flattens his tongue over my pussy, licking up and down my slit with quick, hard strokes.

He’s not gentle. He’s not patient. He’s a starved man indulging, tongue plunging deep with a ferocity that makes my entire body quake.

I grip the post, my knuckles white, my head thrown back as he sucks my clit hard, and I scream, the sound echoing through the clearing like a primal call.

“Fuck, you taste like heaven, Mrs. Del Rossa.” His voice is a guttural rasp against my skin, and he grips my thighs, spreading me wider, his fingers bruising as he buries his face deeper, his tongue fucking me faster, harder, while his thumb rubs my clit in vicious, tight circles.

My body shakes, my pussy clenching around his tongue, and I pull his hair, yanking, grinding against his face as I chase the pleasure, my moans raw and filthy, the fairy lights blurring into streaks of gold.

The stubble of his beard scratches against my inner thighs, a contrast to the softness of his mouth against my slick folds, sends shivers coursing downward.

I thrust against his tongue, nails digging into his scalp, moans spilling out, and my release starts to build in my toes, trickling up, my body nothing but sensation.

“Isaia, I’m going⁠—”

“Don’t you dare.” He’s on his feet and picks me up, wrapping my legs around him. “The first time you come as Mrs. Del Rossa will be on my cock.”

Roughly, he takes us down onto the grass just beyond the platform, the petals scattering beneath us like a bed of sin.

The grass is cool against my overheated skin, the blades slick with dew, and I rip at his shirt, my hands frantic as I tear it open, buttons flying, my nails raking down his chest, leaving red welts as he shoves his pants down, his cock springing free, thick and throbbing, leaking precum that I want to lick off.

The sky above darkens, clouds rolling in with a rumble of thunder, and I feel the first drops of rain on my skin, cold against the fire burning inside me. Lightning flashes, illuminating his face, his eyes wild with a primal need that makes my pussy clench.

Wrapping his fingers around my knee, he yanks my thighs farther apart. “You want my cock, wife?”

“God, yes,” I gasp. “Please…” My response is cut off as he plunges into me in one swift move, filling me entirely. A strangled cry wrenches from my throat as I arch against him, the stretch both achy and divine.

“Fuck, baby girl,” he breathes. “Your cunt is so tight… so wet…” His voice is thick with lust, the sounds that come from his lips nearly indecipherable, lightning reflecting in his eyes as he pounds into me.

The storm breaks, rain pouring down in sheets, soaking us as he fucks me into the grass, his hips pistoning with a force that makes my body jolt, the wet slap of our bodies louder than the thunder above, my screams mixing with his growls as we fuck in the middle of the clearing.

“I have half a mind to fuck you in front of the priest so God sees who you belong to.”

“We just got married. I’m sure He knows.”

“Just crossing all the T’s and dotting the I’s, baby.” His hips snap forward, driving into me with a depth that has me screaming again, and I swear I can feel him everywhere inside me. Every corner, every bone, every curve.

My blood hums in my veins.

My lungs gasp for air.

My heart beats his name.

Only his.

“I’ve never…” I whimper, “I’ve never felt you this deep before.”

“Good.” His lips find mine amid the tempest, his kiss as fierce and unyielding as the storm itself. I can taste the rainwater on his tongue, its coolness a stark contrast to the hot urgency of his mouth.

I claw at his back, his chest, his shoulders, my nails leaving bloody trails, and I ride him as much as he pins me, my hips bucking wildly to meet his, my pussy clenching around his cock as I chase the raw, filthy pleasure of him.

His control, the way he fucks me like he’s branding me, claiming every inch of me, makes my clit throb, my body surrendering completely to take every brutal thrust he gives.

“You’re mine, Everly Del Rossa. Not even God can deny it.” He grips my throat, squeezing, the lack of oxygen sending bright spots dancing across my vision, but it makes the climax hurtling toward me explode in a burst of color, my body shuddering, convulsing beneath him.

“That’s my girl,” he praises with a low thrum, his cock slamming into that spot inside me that makes my bones melt like wax in a flame, my pussy gushing around him as I come, screaming his name, my body shaking, my nails digging deeper into his skin, marking him as mine.

With a feral snarl, he flips me over, grabbing my arms, securing my wrists with one hand behind my back, the grass slick beneath my knees, the rain drenching us as he yanks my hips up, slamming into me from behind, his cock stretching me even deeper, hitting every nerve as he fucks me like it’s the last time he ever will.

Lightning flashes, the rain pouring down my spine, soaking my tattered dress, and I feel the petals sticking to my legs, the scent of jasmine and ozone filling my lungs as I scream into the storm, my pussy pulsing around him, another orgasm building, fast and fierce.

His hand grips my wrists tighter, the other on my hip, bruising, pulling me back onto his cock with every thrust, and I push back, meeting him, needing more, needing all of him, my body on fire with the need to be fucked until I break.

“Again,” he growls, his voice raw, and he reaches around, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing it hard as he fucks me. “Come for me again, and I’ll give you my cum.”

“Oh, God.” The need for his cum swells within me, consuming every thought, every cell. It courses through my veins like a fever. My body is beyond wracked with pleasure, teetering on the precipice of something savage and consuming while his fingers do wicked things to my clit, his rhythm unfailing, his cock never yielding.

The rain pelting down on my skin, the wind howling in my ears, I grit my teeth and push back harder, clenching around him as he grinds in deeper, every thrust more brutal than the last. And I shatter, my walls clamping down on him, my scream swallowed by the thunder, and Isaia lets go of my wrists, wrapping his arm around me, hooking his hand over my shoulder to force me down harder onto his cock, his low grunts filling my ears like a filthy melody.

My climax is still rippling, gripping every muscle, smothering every thought, and I feel him spill inside me, his cock pulsing, filling me with his cum, causing my orgasm to rage even stronger.

A deep groan escapes his lips, a sound that seems to echo through my soul as though we are two halves of the same twisted entity.

The rain pounds down, mixing with the sweat and cum on my skin, and I feel the grass beneath me, wet and slick. We’re both out of breath, and Isaia wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me against him, his cock still inside me, my body trembling.

Lightning illuminates the island around us, and with his hand on my jaw, he forces my face to the side, his tongue lapping at my open mouth. The rain mingles with the taste of him, of me, of us.

“I love you, Everly.”

“I love you, too.”

“Promise me, no matter what, you’ll never doubt that I’d die for you.” His voice is a ragged whisper against my ear, raw and sincere. “Promise me.”

I lift my hand, resting it on the side of his face, tracing his jawline with my thumb. “I promise.”

He grins. “That’s my good girl.”