by C. M. Steele
I wanted to tell her I loved her, but I was scared as fuck. I am pretty sure she doesn’t feel the same, and I am afraid of what my reaction will be if she doesn’t. I needed to change the subject before it got seriously out of control. We have to get married tomorrow. I can’t have her trying to get out of it, not that I would let her. I wanted a happy bride walking towards me, not one shooting daggers.
“We got shit to do, come on, baby. I have a couple of calls to make. Go and talk with Rosa about the food arrangements for tomorrow.” I gave her a swift kiss and a pat on the ass as she walked out of my office, where we spent the last two hours making final decisions.
Chapter 6
It’s my wedding day today. It’s the day most girls dream about. You find a prince and he slays all your dragons and takes you to his castle as his bride, but most of all he loves you. I am missing the most of all. I tried to fight it, but I knew it was already too late. I think it was in the hospital that I fell in love with him. I don’t want to be in love with him, he’s a thug who kills people without remorse. His mob kidnapped me, and I guess in a way so did he. With him I never had a choice of where this was going, but once I gave up my virginity to the man, it was a definite. He must be one of those old school guys that because I was a virgin I was the marrying type.
I am sure that is how I got his family’s approval. They must have found out that before he ravished me I was pure. Luciano has been avoiding me until the ceremony, because his mama has been threatening him that it is bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. And I was missing him like crazy.
There was a knock at the door and when I opened it, who should be standing there but the man who occupies my thoughts constantly.
“Bellissima, I had to see you.” He walked up to me with his eyes darkening while licking his lips.
“Luciano, you know it is bad luck to see me before the wedding.”
“Cara, It’s only bad luck if I see you in your dress. Right now I need some of your sweetness. It has been a whole five hours.” I refused to fight it, I ran into his open arms as he kissed me deeply. “Cara, Cara, Cara.”
“Dio Mio, what are you doing in here, Luciano?” Oops! Signora Rossi walked in on us, pulled him away, and walked him toward the door. Luciano looked like a little boy who got his toy taken away. Toy, that’s what I am to him, simply one of his possessions. Damn, I need to get rid of these bad thoughts.
“Fine.” He stole one quick peck and laughed as he exited the room.
Both my mother-in-law and I laughed at his silliness, but it couldn’t be helped, it was adorable and almost made me think he truly cared for me.
“Come, we must get you ready. You cannot marry my son looking like this.” She looked at my silk short robe that was half opened by Mr. Quick hands. I blushed and covered myself up. I cannot tell if she likes me or not. She probably thinks I am not good enough for her son. I mean, she plays nice and all, but her tone tells me that she doesn’t trust me.
“You shouldn’t be marrying my son if you are going to look like you are headed for the gallows instead of beaming with joy.”
I mumbled under my breath, “You try telling him that,” but I still did as I was told.
Within an hour I was cosmetically ready to walk down the aisle to him, emotionally I wasn’t ready.
“You will walk down to my son and be happy about it. He has chosen you and you should be grateful instead of miserable.”
“Yes, I should be grateful because he saved me from your nephew who kidnapped, beat me up, and tried to rape me. Yes, I should be grateful to a man who took my virginity and told me I was his and I had no choice in the matter and is only marrying me because I was a virgin. I am marrying a man who doesn’t love me, but yes, I should be dancing with joy.” She blanched as I spoke. I hadn’t meant to be cruel and angry or to tell what happened with Enzo, but I was nervous, afraid, and sad all in one, and she wasn’t making matters any better.
“You were a virgin?” She looked surprised. I guess he hadn’t told them about it. Then why did she put up with me when I could tell she wanted to get rid of me. I had to ask.
“Yes, I thought he told you and that was the only reason you tolerated me becoming his wife.”
“I tolerate you because my son looks at you like you are the most important thing in the world to him. That is all, I want his happiness. I am sorry for what has happened to you. Enzo I believe has a few missing pieces.” She pointed to her head and wasn’t that the truth. “However, I promise my son does truly care for you.”
“You can’t know that.”
“No? Then why did he blow up his little place where he used to take his puttanas? Yes, I know about the place. He wouldn’t do that if he you were nothing more than a vessel for his heirs. I see you understand. Now put a smile on that pretty face and let us get you married.” I was shocked. The day after we made love I heard about the fire at a building on the other side of town, but I didn’t know that was the place. I could not help but smile. He wasn’t just pacifying me when he said we would never step into that place, he meant it.
Chapter 7
“Amoré, is everything going well? Do you know if she cares for him or because he has given her no choice in the matter?”
“Si caro, she does love him. She did not say it in so many words, but it shows. Look at her, she may be scared but look at the way she blushes when she looks at Luciano. She and I had a little heart to heart and, darling, we must have one as well. It is about Enzo.” Signora Rossi gave her husband a disheartened and disappointed frown.
“Now is not a time for you to be upset. This is the day you have been waiting for, tesoro. Look at our son.” Don Rossi gave a knowing look to his wife as he kissed her hand that was clasped in his and pointed to Luciano.
I was beaming like a fool, but hell if I could help it. I was marrying the woman who made me lose my mind and heart. Her beauty captured me before my guys captured her. I want her love, no matter how long it takes to get it. She looked breathtaking and really nervous walking up to me. The thing that got me pissed was that she spotted Enzo.
I told the fucker to hide where she couldn’t see him, but no, he went and sat with his parents and wife. The fucking prick, I had to invite him because if I didn’t, it would show there was a rift in the family. And any sign of weakness and others will try to take over. Fuck that noise. I already had a problem with the Russians, which I was working on. I don’t have time to think of that shit, I have my bride to think about.
The ceremony was too long when all I wanted to do was snatch her up and carry her back to our room and love her all night long. We still had guests to entertain. I am tempted to take her in a fucking closet, but I can’t do that. She is Mrs. Luciano Rossi now and I can’t do her for the first time as husband and wife in a closet, but fuck, I can’t say I won’t ever try it.
“You look ravishing, Signora Rossi. May I have this dance?”
“Si, Grazie, Signore Rossi.” I walked my bride to the dance floor where our first dance as husband and wife began.
“You are trying to learn, my wife. Good, I do want our children to speak both languages.” As the music played I swayed her gently in my arms. She moved gracefully, I wanted this moment to last. I am a fucking sap all of the sudden.
“Luciano, that is all I have learned for now.” I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her. I pulled away just enough to look her in the eyes, and I uttered the words I was afraid to say, hoping she wouldn’t understand.
I was caught up in the moment and what I was feeling in my heart for her. “Amber, Ti amo amoré mio.”
“What does that mean?” She looked confused.
I didn’t know how to answer, but my father rescued me as he interrupted us to dance with Amber. Apparently the last song ended while I had been confessing my love, so I took my mother for our special dance.
“Mama, you look beautiful.” I twirled her around, thankful that she made Amber part of her family without a lot of grief
. My mama was a tough woman. She had to be since she was always with my father. I was afraid that she would outright hate her just because I was going to marry her so soon, and she wasn’t a good Italian girl.
“Thank you, Luciano, though I am sure all you can see is your bride. Do not worry, your father will not steal her away.” She caught me glancing at my dad and Amber dancing. Watching Amber dance and laugh with someone else, even my dad, wasn’t easy.
“Is it that obvious?”
“Yes, my son. I like her. She cares for you deeply, but you must be careful. If I can see your jealousy so can others, and you know she has already become a target with you as her husband. If they know she is your weakness, then it will give them room to act accordingly.”
“Mother, you sound like father. I will take your advice.” Her words were felt and understood. My love for Amber would always be a danger to her, damn it.
For the last hour, I was talking to most of the guests and avoiding my bride most of the time. I even flirted a little with a widow at one of the tables to make it seem that I didn’t see my wife as the treasure she was. The night was finally over and I could enjoy my bride.
“Amber, did I tell you how beautiful you looked tonight?”
“Yes, you did.” I could sense the harshness in her tone, and I didn’t like that shit one bit. I pinned her to the wall and took her lips in a rough kiss that she refused to return.
“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”
“If you don’t know, then there is no point in telling you. Now do you want me naked in bed or are you just going to go look for that whore you were flirting with?” She took her dress off roughly as I stared at her confused and horny as hell. By the time she was naked, it dawned on me what she was mad about. I can’t say I blamed her. I guess I played my part well, maybe too well tonight. She looked at me in anger and hurt. That was a no-no.
I tore off my clothes and let her see my ten and a half inch cock hard and fat as fuck for her. I wanted her to see that she had no reason to be jealous of anyone because she is the one.
“Cara, you know this is just for you. Now kiss me.” I took her lips and she still gave me resistance.
“Look, Amber, I married you. This means I am only with you. Do you see these rings? They show that all of me, including this, belongs to you.” I pushed my penis in her moist folds. I guess despite her anger I still turned her on. I tried to explain my behavior to her and the reasoning behind it, but she didn’t get it and knew how to piss me off and did so with ease.
“Is it just flirting or am I going to find you fucking these whores or just getting your dick sucked.” I pulled out of her, pissed off.
“Really, Cara? I told you that I was done with other women. I was just trying to take away any idea that anyone might have that you are more to me than just a convenience.”
“So, should I do the same? Should I make you look like a fool? Should I go and flirt with other men and let them think I need another lover besides my husband?” I jumped back onto the bed and gripped her by the fucking neck, she really pushed me far this time. I wasn’t hurting her, but the thought of her fucking another man made me want to kill her.
“You ever betray me and that will be the end of both of you. You are my wife and your thighs stay fucking closed until I tell you to open them for me. Do you fucking hear me?”
I lifted her thighs and opened them to me as I laid over her. I stuck my finger in her still tight pussy. “This is mine, anyone touches it, they are dead.” The tears flowed from her pretty eyes and I felt like the bastard that I am. I got up, realizing that I frightened her, and she ran from me and hid in the bathroom.
I guess it really was bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. I got dressed and went downstairs to get a drink. I didn’t want to flirt with anyone but my wife, but the thought of someone harming her because of me made me sick. A part of me wished I left her alone after I got her away from Enzo. He was going to meet his end soon if he crosses the line one more time.
Even my parents told me that the flirting was uncalled for, but I thought it would help at the time. Now my wife, the woman I love, I managed to hurt for no good reason. I slept in my study when I should have been enjoying my wedding night, but I guess I deserved it. It’s not like I was really flirting, but if my wife even looked at another man with a fucking smile, I’d want to put a bullet in his brain.
The next two days were rough, she refused to talk to me, but I had enough. Tonight we would get through this. I called and spoke to my dad about it and he said I fucked up bad. Trust is something that once broken is hard to fix. He said ‘she probably feels you will stray the first chance you get.’ I knew I fucked up, but my explanation wasn’t enough, and I can’t take her anger and worst of all her indifference to me. “But, Dad, I don’t want anyone else but her. I told her that. Why the hell else would I marry her? Why would I have had made love to her without protection? I want her with me forever, no one else. Fuck! I don’t know how to make it better. I told her why I was pretending to flirt. I mean, it was minor by any standards. Mom already pointed out that as my wife she has a target on her back. If they knew what she means to me, they would harm her just to get to me.”
Chapter 8
I guess his mom was right, I do mean something to him. I was hurt by his behavior at our reception and in our home, but I do remember catching him staring at me throughout the night. I was angry and hurt. I didn’t want or need a man like my father. I think it is time to let it go. I will go in there now and make up with my husband. I have missed him so much already.
“Hello, Cara.” That voice haunted my dreams. I turned to find Enzo standing too close.
“What are you doing here?” I hadn’t seen Enzo since the wedding and was hoping not to see him at all. As possessive as Luciano is, I am surprised he is letting his cousin anywhere near me, considering what he almost did to me.
“I have a meeting with your husband.” The bastard was leering at me. Not acknowledging his words, I turned and walked away as quickly as I could, bypassing Rosa without a word. I went to our room and cried myself to sleep.
I was startled when Luciano kissed me awake. “Amber. I am so sorry, baby. I have missed you so much. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I want us to get past this. I will never do that again. You are the best part of me, Cara. I need you.” I needed him, too. I sat up in bed and attacked his clothes and his lips.
“I need you… please.”
“You never have to beg, amoré mia.” I really need to learn what he is saying to me. Oh phooey, I lose my train of thought every time he touches me. Damn him… “Oh Luc…more…” He kissed his way down to my breasts, licking each nipple with tender loving care, like somehow he knew I needed his tenderness. “Amorata, I need to taste all of you.” Oh my goodness, he stripped me bare, pulling my soaked panties down my legs, leaving a trail for his lips. He growled as he reached his goal. I watched him as he devoured my pussy. He opened it up with his hands as he licked me deep, sticking his tongue in as far as he could go, coaxing my juices out and on to his tongue. I screamed out when he bit down on my clit, forcing me into an intense orgasm, my heart was racing and I was panting as he lapped up every drop of me.
Looking like a hungry wolf, he climbed up my body and growled, “Mine” as he penetrated me with his enormously engorged erection. I felt so full and yet wanted more. So I begged for it and he gave it to me over and over again. “You are so beautiful, Amber. I am a lucky man. Yes, tell me how I make you feel. Do you like it hard and rough, my wife? Do you want me to give it to you? I have two days of pent up need for you. Take it, Cara. Take it deep.” He drove into me over and over again, and I was near tears with joy as he took me hard. “Tonight you will not get much sleep. We need to make up for lost time.”
“Yes, give it to me, Luc, all of it.” I wanted to feel all of him in me. He was huge, but I felt like I couldn’t get enough. I wrapped my legs around his back and dug my heels into his perfect ass. He t
ook the cue and pushed so deep our pelvises ground against each other. I came so hard I thought I would pass out, but he kissed me awake as he spilled his seed in me.
After we calmed down, he carried me into the shower to clean up. Once we were clean and dry, we laid back down. With his elbow resting on the bed and his chin on his hand, he looked down at me. “Amber, Rosa told me before you came up here that you practically mowed her down and in tears. What happened? I mean I know you were mad at me, but what had upset you at that moment?” He sounded and looked truly concerned, so I confessed my feelings about his bastard cousin.
“It was your cousin. I was about to knock on your study door to talk to you and he came up behind me. I know that you have let go and forgiven him for what happened to me the night we met, but I haven’t.” I promised myself I wouldn’t cry, but I wanted to cry so much.
“Amber, did he say anything to you?” Oh no, now I have gotten him mad at me again.
“Nothing but hello.” My response was barely above a whisper. I wouldn’t tell him about the looks he was giving me or what happened that night. I couldn’t tell him about it because he might think I am tainted.
“Good. Cara, I don’t want him anywhere near you and for the record, I have not forgiven or forgotten what happened that night. You were mine even before that night, and it was torture not to end him and Frankie right there. The thing is Enzo is my father’s godson and I can’t act on my anger yet. My uncle and my father are close and Uncle Angelo is sick, so as much as I want to put a bullet in his head, I can’t, well, not yet at least. You now that phrase ‘keep your friends close and your enemies closer,’ well, that’s what I need to do with him. That is all I can tell you about it, love. Just stay away from him and next time, you let me know if he says anything to you. Okay?”
I nodded. I loved this man so much. I can see that he cares, especially after overhearing his call. I just wish it was more. I guess in time it can be, if I don’t cause a rift in his family.