"They look so fucking good," Adrian growls. "I can't wait until I can bite them... But I have to do something else first."
"What's t-that?" I stutter.
"Reward you." He climbs on top of me, careful not to hurt me.
His fingers trail over my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I'm trembling, shivering. I want this. I want him.
I groan, arching my back and closing my eyes as he starts to kiss me, avoiding my breasts. The swelling from the piercings makes it difficult to focus on anything else... until I feel his lips on me. They steal all of my intention and suddenly, I can't focus on anything but the way he makes my body submit to his.
"I need to come in you tonight," he mutters against my ear. "I've been thinking about it, bambina... Filling you. What do you think your fiancé would say if he saw us?"
I freeze beneath him. "Don't talk about him."
He laughs. "You can't stop me," Adrian says. "You don't miss him, do you, bambina? You think he'd be jealous seeing you like this? What do you think he'll say if he ever gets his hands on you and sees what I did to your tits?"
I flush, knowing he's right. Vitto would fucking kill me, and so would Luigi, my brother.
Fuck. I've really messed up. And yet I can do anything about it but whisper, "Fuck me full, Adrian..."
He gets naked. His muscular body looks intimidating positioned over me. His dark torso is tattooed just like the rest of him. He's so fucking handsome my heart threatens to stop staring up at him. I want this.
"You're making me wild tonight, bambina," he mutters. "All I can think about is burying my cock in that sweet hole between your legs and using you until you tell me I can have anything I want... If I want to put my name on your skin, you'll let me."
I gasp out loud, but he's not done yet.
"If I want your clit pierced, you'll beg for it. You'll do anything, won't you?"
"Y-Yes," I whisper as his fingers dip back between my legs. "Not with your fingers, Adrian, give me your cock, please!"
"Do you deserve it?" he grunts against my lips. "Do you deserve this?"
"Yes, please..."
"You, not Nicoletta?"
"No," I hiss, thrashing beneath him. "Don't make me wait!"
He doesn't. He buries his cock inside me to the hilt.
I struggle to catch my breath, gasping for air as his girth stretches me more and more.
"This is what you wanted, right?" he asks softly against my lips. "You wanted to be fucked?"
"Yes," I whisper.
"With nothing between us," he goes on. "No condom. Nothing."
"F-Fuck..."
"You know what the test was, admit it."
"No, I—"
"You're ovulating, Marzia."
"What?" I gasp.
"You're ovulating for the next three days, so I'm going to spend the next three days buried deep inside you, giving you every single bit of seed my body has built up over the years. And you're going to be a good, grateful girl for me and take every single load of cum I have. And then you'll wait, legs up, and pray I knocked you up."
"You're fucking crazy," I whisper. "Dio! You're sick!"
"Too fucking bad you just realized that now," Adrian snarls. "Maybe you would've been better off with Vitto. But you won't ever get to find out."
"Fuck," I groan as he bottoms out inside me. I shriek when I feel the tip of his cock hitting my cervix, painfully bumping against my insides. "Don't come there!"
"That's exactly where I'm going to come," he whispers in my ear. "Feel that? Feel me fucking your cervix, Marzia? I'm getting you knocked up right now. Then no one can hurt you."
His words finally register to me.
Is he trying to protect me?
Is Adrian doing this so his father doesn't have a reason to hurt me, or even worse, kill me?
I don't know, but I don't have time to find out, either. The next second, I feel Adrian's warm release flooding my center, and my own release doesn't lag far behind, making my body twist as the waves of desire wash over me.
"We're going to keep doing this until I'm sure you're pregnant," Adrian whispers in my ear as I lie in his arms afterward.
I have so many questions, so many things I'm desperate to find out, but instead of that, my eyes close and I drift into a dreamless sleep.
I wake up in the same position, with Adrian's arms still wrapped around me. I try to break free but he holds on tightly, and when I try to pry his hand off me, he grunts, "Where are you going, bambina?"
"Your arms are heavy," I whisper. "I can't sleep when you're holding me like that."
He pulls me against him instead. I feel like a miniature doll hugging a giant. He towers over me, his taut muscles stretching above me and making me feel so very small.
"You're not going anywhere," he mutters in my ear, "Stay right here like a good girl."
"I can't sleep," I say again.
He groans, pulling me in to inhale my scent. "I don't want to sleep anymore," he growls.
"Then what?"
"Talk to me," he demands. "I want to know everything about Marzia Da Costa. Every little secret. You have no secrets with me, bambina."
I flush, shrugging. "There's nothing to say."
"For some reason, I'm not buying it," he mutters. "Tell me about Vitto..."
"No." I shake my head vehemently. "Not him, please."
"Why not? Don't you want to marry him?" Adrian taunts me. "It's what your papa would have wanted. Don't you want to make him proud?"
"No," I find myself whispering.
"Why not, bambina?"
"Because I don't want Vitto."
"Who do you want then?"
I glare at him. "You know I want you."
"Despite everything?" He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, making me shiver. "Despite what I did to your family? You want me?"
"Always," I whisper, feeling the emotion flowing through me and threatening to choke me with its intensity.
"Good girl," Adrian mutters, pulling me closer against him. "You make me so fucking happy..."
"Are you really going to keep me here for three days?"
He smirks at me. "At least."
"And what about Bruno, what about Nicoletta? Don't you care what they have to say about that?"
"No," Adrian laughs. "I don't give a shit."
"But your father could—"
"Marzia, why don't you let me worry about my father. All you need to worry about is getting pregnant. Then maybe we can convince him to let me marry you instead."
"So that's your plan," I whisper, eyes glittering. "You still want to marry me."
"Of course," he speaks of it so matter-of-factly, as if it's a business transaction. "You need to be mine on paper, too."
"I'll do anything you want..."
"Good." He climbs on top of me and I feel his cock hardening again. "We didn't do it properly the last time."
"What?" I hiss. "You came so deep, Adrian..."
"But we need to do more." He pushes my legs up. There's a manic look in his eyes now as he stares between my legs.
My pussy is already betraying me, and thick droplets of my arousal make me drip. I avert my gaze, too ashamed to bear the weight of his gaze. "I'm still sore," I whisper.
"Too sore to let me take it again? I'll be gentle."
His soft voice is so convincing I find myself nodding. When he slips inside me I wince, but Adrian's isn't doing this to hurt me.
His eyes lock with mine as he begins rocking his hips back and forth, driving his length inside me time and time again, bringing me closer to an orgasm. It doesn't hurt. It feels incredible, doubly so because our eyes are locked in a passionate game of who will cave first.
He moans my name against my lips. This isn't fucking—this is making love, and Adrian is making it impossible to resist him right now. I need him, need this. I need him to come inside me again.
We don't speak, neither of us says a word. We simply sync our breathing and our bodies roc
k together, teasing one another, bringing us closer and closer to the explosive orgasm that threatens to tear us apart.
"When I come, you need to do as you're told," Adrian tells me, and
I nod, eager for my own release.
"Together, okay, bambina? Fucking come with me."
It doesn't take me long to be a writhing mess of moans and whispers as he finishes inside me.
A second later, he pulls out and positions me so my legs are resting on the headboard of his bed. "Stay like this," he demands. "All fucking night if you have to."
"Adrian, it's an old wives' tale," I complain. "It's not actually going to help my chances of getting pregnant, I—"
"I don't care," he interrupts. "You're going to do everything you fucking can to ensure you're pregnant. And you said you'd follow directions, so be a good girl and don't disobey me."
I groan.
He lies next to me, fingers combing through my hair. "Go to sleep, bambina."
I yawn. "What about you?"
"I need to watch you for a while longer."
"Mostro," I mutter. "Freak."
"Be a good girl, Marzia. Sleep."
My eyelids grow heavier and heavier. This time, it doesn't take long to pull me under.
For the next three days, I'm exposed to every whim and desire Adrian has. I'm fucked, filled. My nipples recover from the piercings only to be relentlessly teased by Adrian. He can't suck and bite them yet, but he spent hours teasing me with feathers and makeup brushes, just to drive me even fucking crazier.
He makes me come too many times to count, and empties his cock in my pussy any chance he gets. By the time the three days are up, I'm fucking exhausted. He lets me return to my bedroom, under one condition…to keep an eye on Nicoletta.
"She's got something up her sleeve," Adrian mutters as he lies next to me on our last night together. "I don't trust her, or her father for that matter."
"I hate her," I growl.
"You just hate her because you're jealous."
"Maybe I should make you jealous," I muse.
"Excuse me? You want to try that, see how it works for you?" He grips my hair in an iron fist, tugging on it firmly. "I'll make you change your mind, bambina. I'm never letting another man have you."
"You can't be so possessive," I remind him. "You can't own people."
"No, you shouldn't, but you can," Adrian smirks. "And I do own you. Isn't that right?" He pinches my clit between two fingers making me squirm. "Answer me," he demands.
"Yes," I hiss. "Fine, you own me."
He pinches a little harder, nearly squeezing an orgasm out of me until he finally lets go and smirks, saying, "Sweetest words I could ever hope to hear, my dear bambina..."
31
Adrian
"Well? Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Nicoletta stands before me, hands on her hips and an enraged expression painted on her painfully pretty face.
She looks so angry, it's almost kind of cute. Not that I have eyes for anyone but Marzia Da Costa. She's well and truly stolen all the attention I have to give.
"Yeah, just one thing." I smirk. "Get out of my way, wifey. I don't have time for your nonsense right now. Got more important matters to attend to." I push past her, heading down the stairs.
She falls into step, rushing after me. Her hand comes to rest on my shoulder.
I snarl, turning to face her as I growl, "Don't touch me."
"You're acting crazy," Nicoletta accuses me. "You really think my papa will let you get away with treating me this way?"
"Something tells me you haven't said a peep to Gustavo, actually," I say sweetly, turning to face her.
When my fiancée sees my snarl, she takes a step back, shocked by my hostility.
"Don't worry, Nicoletta. I don't know what you're hiding just yet, but I'm going to fucking find out."
She pales when she hears me say those words.
I instantly know I've hit the nail on the head. Nicoletta Carlucci is definitely fucking hiding something, and I'm going to get to the bottom of it no matter what. She's not going to get away with keeping secrets. Not in my house. "That's right," I smirk. "I know you're fucking up to something. And unless you want me to keep digging even harder, you'll keep that pouty little mouth shut and act like a good girl for everyone but me. Don't tell Gustavo. Don't complain to my father. And leave Marzia alone."
"You're a monster," Nicoletta mutters as her scandalized gaze meets mine.
"Too bad, you only realized that now," I throw back. "Now fucking go."
She doesn't move so I lunge toward her, making her stumble back. I laugh as she walks down the hallway, her steps hurried. She wants to get away from my crazy, and I don't fucking blame her.
Instead of following her, I head down the hallway to Father's office.
Once again, I find Marzia in there, filing through paperwork. "So is this going to be a regular occurrence?" I demand as I walk into the room.
"Hello to you as well," Marzia mutters when she sees me enter. "Nice to see you."
I ignore her, addressing my father as I say, "She can't be going through our papers like that. You really trust her?"
"You're the one fucking her," Father replies lazily. "Maybe I should ask you the same question."
With a tell-tale flush in her cheeks, Marzia goes back to going through the papers without acknowledging our conversation.
"Just saying." I shrug. "Don't blame me when it all goes tits up because of something she did."
"I thought you cared about me," Marzia hisses, giving me a murderous look. "Why are you so convinced I'm still trying to fuck you over, cazzo?"
"Maybe because you just called me a prick?" I smirk. "Gotta watch that tongue, Marzia, dear. Don't want to lose it like your little maid."
"You told me she cut it out herself," she hisses.
"I fucking lied."
I did. Eleanora didn't cut out her tongue and neither did I, or one of my men. But that's for Marzia to find out later. I'm sure as fuck not going to feed her information that makes me seem weak. Maybe one day, Eleanora herself will tell her mistress the truth.
"Anyway, I just came to say I have to run an errand," I mutter. "I'll be away for two days."
I can see Marzia's shoulders fall with disappointment. Too bad, she doesn't know my little errand has nothing to do with my bride-to-be, and everything to do with her.
I'm going to a jeweler in the city to do something with Marzia's nonna's wedding bands. I have something special planned, something I'm going to do regardless of my marriage to Nicoletta.
Lately, I've started to accept I might have to go through with the marriage. But there's no one stopping me from divorcing the pretty blonde. Or maybe even slitting her throat, so I can replace her with the one I really want.
My eyes drink in Marzia as she hunches over the papers.
Father clicks his fingers to get my attention. "You're leaving?" he asks. "And what am I supposed to do with your women?"
I shrug. "Keep them alive?"
"If they don't claw each other's eyes out while you're gone, I'll call it a fucking miracle," Father mutters. "Fine, go. We'll see you soon."
Marzia looks tense, but I'm not leaving without saying goodbye to her.
Father mutters something and leaves the office, leaving the two of us alone.
I pull her to her feet, backing her up against the wall. She smells floral and sweet, and she shivers beneath my touch.
"Going to miss me?" I mutter in her ear.
She shakes her head,
I chuckle. "Sure, bambina. You keep lying to yourself."
"Goodbye, Adrian," she says.
Before she can add anything else, I capture her mouth in a punishing kiss, reminding her not to forget me for a second while I'm away.
As my driver pulls away from the Estate, I toy with the wedding bands on the golden chain. Soon, the memory of Marzia's nonna will be transformed into something more meaningful. As we drive, I can't help but thi
nk back to something that happened years ago.
Something that convinced me Vitto Donatti doesn't deserve mercy.
8 years ago
Coming down to the docks has become a habit of mine. I never see her again, but the habit remains, and each time I walk down the pier, I find myself hoping Marzia will be there. But she never is.
Luckily, I don't run into Donatti either. I don't have the energy to deal with Vitto's bullshit, especially not today.
After a long and tiring argument with Father, I need some privacy, and to catch a break while I wait for the anger deep inside me to stop simmering and die down.
I don't trust myself when I'm this angry, and I don't want to do something I know I'll regret when the red mist disappears.
Sitting on the edge of the pier, I take Marzia's wedding bands on the gold chain out of my pocket and thoughtfully weigh the necklace in my hands. It's so important to her, but in the end, it's just a memory of something that's now long gone. What matters, at least to me, are the possibilities.
I've already decided I'm going to own Marzia one day. She'll make a fine bride…obedient enough, but with a kick to her character that will keep me dedicated to her, and only her.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Bernardi?" someone snarls from behind me.
I turn to look over my shoulder, my stomach tensing when I see Vitto Donatti standing behind me.
"I thought I fucking told you, you're not welcome on my turf," he demands.
"It's the docks," I snap. "Hardly your turf."
"You and I both know my family controls everything that comes in and out of this port," Vitto snarls. "Including you. So get your fucking ass off my property."
"Or else what?" I smirk, getting up and pocketing the chain. "What? Is poor little rich boy going to call his papa to try and get me away from here?"
"You and your mutt aren't fucking welcome," Vitto snarls.
Rex growls at him and he jumps. "You'd better control that fucking beast, reietto."
I laugh. "Nobody controls Rex," I mutter. "And I trust my dog's judgement. If he doesn't like you, there's a damn good reason for it."
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