He’s ready for me to fuck her. They all are.
“She’ll always be mine first,” I respond, pushing my finger deep into her tight, wet core. Her pussy clenches at the intrusion, milking my finger for more. She pretends to not want this, but her sweet heat doesn’t lie.
I remember her dancing to the song in the club, talking about boys her age not knowing how to touch her. She’ll never have that issue again, as I’ll make her come until her cunts blissfully sore from throbbing with pleasure over and over again. Not only that, but I’m the Capo dei capi, and I’ll kill anyone that touches her without my blessing.
Passing a woman around between my brothers is nothing new. However, coming in one, that’s an entirely different story. The wedding night tradition goes back multiple generations and it only pertains to the head of the familia, the Capo. If Cristiano marries, for example, we won’t all be lining up to fuck his wife, especially those of us who’ve already exchanged vows to another.
It’s a special occasion when the Capo marries and brings a new queen into the fold to be by his side. Assuming he allows her to be at his side. If I share her with my brothers then we’re more likely to get her pregnant immediately, securing the familia’s future to keep the bloodline going. Not only that, but by letting them each have a small taste of Violet, they’ll be more so devoted to her and they’ll protect her always. That’s one of the most important jobs they’ll ever have.
The code chirps, letting us know it’s being keyed in, and then the door behind me swings open. Even, measured footsteps approach, and before I see the person, I know it’s my father. He’s had that confident gait for as long as I can remember.
“Sweet mother above,” he breathes with a groan, coming to a standstill beside me.
Violet squirms under his equally dark penetrating gaze. His face is covered in a dusting of light stubble. There’s no doubt in my mind that he’s thrown back some Courvoisier, reminiscing of his own wedding day. She’s unable to move away or protest, not that we’d heed her requests. She wishes to cover herself, but I relish in her nakedness. She has no idea she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. My father has every right to be here and witness this. He had to do it with my own mother; however, he only shared with two younger brothers. I, on the other hand, have six. One thing is for certain: Violet can’t complain about not being satisfied tonight.
“You’ve merely just begun with her,” Romano observes, groaning as her wetness coats my finger. Violet acts as if she opposes this, but her body doesn’t lie. It craves my touch. She wants this, maybe even more than we do. Romano steps away, leaning against the wall, watching but not participating. He’s here to witness, not to partake in the feast of Violet’s tender innocence. He’s always seemed more of a controlling brother rather than what I’d expect of a parent. I believe that’s probably why it’s no big deal to me or my brothers to have him watching us touch and blissfully torment my new virgin wife.
Rather than replying to his comment, I lean in, bringing my face to her sensitive bud and swipe my tongue through her juicy slit. Violet’s throaty moan gets muffled against Luciano’s palm as I continue my delicious assault, fingering and licking her sugary heat. My taste buds revel in her honeyed flavor, my mouth watering in response. Her arousal’s thick in the air, beckoning me to take her with force. The scent has me vibrating with need, wanting to ravish her flesh with my mouth and my cock.
“Mia Violetta Vendetti, listen to me when I say that I will own your flesh,” I growl into her pussy, and it spasms in return. She begins to come, crying out with pleasure, her body tightening up but not being able to move from the restraints. Swiftly, I pull my hand free from her core, popping the hook and loop closure on my slacks and whip my dick free. My cock’s so goddamn hard with desire, I’m surprised it didn’t beat down my zipper and flop out on its own accord sooner.
I’ve watched Violet all day. Hour after hour ticking by slowly, her tight body wrapped snuggly in that formfitting lace, and now witnessing her bared before me is my undoing. I’ve wanted to be inside her from the very moment I caressed her flesh in the club. There’s something about Violet. She’s entrancing, spinning me into her web and she’s completely unaware of it. She can never find out, either. I refuse to be controlled by anyone—my wife and father included. I’m at the head of the table now and I’ll heed to no one.
With one hand firmly gripping her hip in place, I line my cock up. The tip nudges at her entrance. “This’ll be unpleasant mia fiore.” I promise my flower and thrust deep into her core without pause.
Her previous pleasure twists quickly, her eyes growing wide with her pain-filled gasp. I’m not a small man by any means, my cock included. Her barrier easily snaps free with my thrust, my dick claiming ownership to her womanhood. Just knowing that I will be her first and her last has my chest swelling with a primal feeling of satisfaction.
Dante caresses her chest, moving to lightly pluck at her nipples with his fingers. He murmurs, “Concentrate on the pleasure, bella. Go back to where you were moments ago when you were coming. Bring that memory of bliss back to the front of your mind and breathe through the thrusts, through the pain. It will feel good again soon.”
Luciano moves his hand away from her mouth, quietly offering her his own comforting consolation. “It’ll get better, babe; just try to relax.”
Watching my cock enter her snug opening, I inhale my own deep breaths and concentrate on being patient. I don’t want to shoot my cum into her immediately, the primal part of me is telling me to claim her pussy hard and fast firstly, and then fill her full with my seed. It’s tough taking slow, measured strokes when I want to slam home and split her cunt in two so badly. I don’t drive in any harder, though; the last thing I want is for her to hate me for wrecking her pussy. She’d end up hating me even more than she already does.
“One day?” she proclaims suddenly. “Do you realize I’ve only had one day to get used to you guys? To all of you...and now I’m going to sleep with each of you! Th-this isn’t normal.”
“You have no choice,” I murmur on a thrust. It leaves me in a raspy growl, “wife.” I finish with another drive, this time just hard enough to make her draw in a breath.
Salvatore shoots me a glare. “Easy Matty or she’ll be too sore for us. I want my turn.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I shrug. “She has no choice, remember? Once a son’s secure in her belly, then she can sit in her room and sulk if she wishes. Until then, we breed, whether she likes it or not.”
“You’re such an asshole,” Violet huffs, but her pussy clutches me tight with its own need. “Bastard,” she mumbles to herself.
Violet can be angry all she wants; it’s distracting her from me claiming her virgin cunt. As much as I enjoy knowing she’s never been with another man before me, I can’t help but look forward to it not hurting her anymore. I want to toss her over onto her hands and knees and fuck her until she can’t walk. I’m a Vendetti, armed with a cock damn near the size of a horse and blessed with enough stamina to keep you laid out all night.
Luciano’s hand runs over the side of her face, caressing, but she jerks away. The woman’s stubborn to the bone, but I’ll fix that little setback as well. Flicking my gaze from her cunt to her irises and back, I utter more to myself, “Can’t believe you’re finally mine.” I’ve imagined this since the night we met; I can’t believe I’m actually fucking her...and that she’s the one who ended up being my wife.
Violet snorts, garnering my attention and making my cheeks warm. She’s young, rude, and completely undisciplined. Her father has spoiled her rotten. “I don’t belong to anyone,” she argues.
Santino grumbles loud enough for everyone to hear, “Even rotting six feet under, you’re still Vendetti property and not just any Vendetti. You belong to the most powerful, dominant one of us all. You’re married to Ruthless. And you’re nothing more than the little, weak, Bottaro Mafia Princessa.” Santino grins menacingly as h
e stares down at the shocked woman taking my cock.
With him giving Violet a dose of truth, a satisfied groan leaves me as I pump her tight sheath full of cum. She releases a whimper as the thought runs through my mind, I AM RUTHLESS VENDETTI.
Stupid, stupid, stupid Violet. Just shut up!
I keep digging myself a bigger hole, I can feel it. Matteo glared at me as he came. Not the way I had ever imagined my wedding night would be, or any night for that matter. I’m strapped to a table with my legs spread wide open like I’m some sort of breeding mare or something for them. I can’t even find it in myself to be mortified anymore because I loved every second of what he did to me. His groans and glowers, looking like he wanted to strangle me but couldn’t get enough of me all at once was thrilling. I’ve never felt more wanted by a man. He may have fought against his feelings for me, but I could see straight through him with each powerful thrust.
Matteo and his brothers are giving me what I’ve wanted, what I’ve secretly wished for. I’d had my absolute fill of guys my age by the time I’d bumped into Matteo in Milan. They’d never know the right way to touch me, stuttering around like lost little boys. Each one, no matter how different the guy had seemed in the beginning, would end up making me roll my eyes, not turning me on in the least. With Matteo and his brothers, however, I feel like my body’s lit on fire just being next to them—especially by my husband.
Valentino steps between my legs next and I gulp. Jesus, Matteo’s breathtaking, but Valentino is an easy second when it comes to looks. His strong hands make quick work of the leather belt securing the slacks to his trim hips. I guess we’re just going to do this one after the other then? No intermission or shower...anything? Surely, it must bother them that Matteo’s cum is still dripping from my channel. I could be completely wrong, though. I seem to know next to nothing when it comes to the Vendetti’s. They’re the type of family you think you have figured out, but you really have no clue. I’m not sure I’d refer to them as an actual family, either. Their way of bonding isn’t exactly normal in my opinion.
Dante runs his thick thumb over my lips. “You know how we chose the order we’d get to fuck you in?” He’s the bulkier brother, muscles stacked on top of other muscles it seems. I’d hate to get on his bad side and run across him in a dark alley, or anywhere for that matter. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip, wetting the same perfect pout his oldest brother is blessed with.
With wide eyes, I shake my head, his thumb softly rubbing back and forth then around my lips. He’s staring hard at my mouth, probably imagining it in other places or his shoving his cock inside.
“We had to slit an enemy’s throat. Valentino has quicker reflexes, but don’t fret mia petite bella, I got next. I watched the chump bleed out with glee, knowing I’d taken an enemy out and that I’d get to fuck you third.”
The breath catches in my lungs at his admission. The air burns as it builds up inside until I have no other choice but to exhale or pass out. I’m not foolish enough to think he’s lying. No, Dante never lies. Isn’t that what Matteo had just finished telling me moments prior? Shit. The worst part is knowing that they’ve already killed for me, for this chance right now. It turns me on like never before. I should feel guilty or ashamed—wrong somehow—yet I can’t help my heart fluttering faster in excitement.
Valentino unstraps one ankle, the cool air hitting the warmed flesh. Gripping my flesh firmly in his large palm, Valentino brings it to his lips. His mouth opens, his teeth biting down into my flesh as he sinks his cock deeply inside me and I scream. It’s so erotic having his heated, commanding gaze locked on mine as he bites and fucks me. He didn’t even take the time to remove his shirt, yet each move of his hips has me moaning. My voice grows louder as my pussy milks Valentino’s cock, spasms taking over my core in yet another orgasm. Thank God for it too, I’ll need the extra lubrication as I doubt the others will wait to have their turn in fucking me as well. They’re all way too eager to give me and my body any sort of break.
I can’t help my reaction to the amazing feelings lurching through me. My body is gone to me when it comes to this group. They all watch, every single one of them eagerly waiting, wanting me badly and it makes me feel so fucking powerful. Here I believed I was under their control, but that’s not it at all. I’m giving myself to them, because they’re mine, every single one of them. The Vendettis want to fuck me, but they’ve also killed for me and will do so in the future if needed. I bet I could snap my fingers and they’d jump. How had I not noticed this before?
Luciano must not enjoy my attention being distracted and no longer trained on him, as his fingers snatch a fistful of hair, wrenching my head to the side. He leans in and bites my neck, his sharp canines mimicking his brother’s bites on my ankles. Luciano’s warm breath brushing against my throat has me crying out in ecstasy. My body relinquishes the last grip it had on reality, and I surrender to the pull and moan through a potent climax.
Valentino spills himself in me, growling with satisfaction as Dante hisses, “Out of my way, brother.”
I’m sensing some sibling rivalry between the two. Dante doesn’t seem fond of his younger brother having me before he does. I wonder if they’ve always been competitive in this sense or if it’s only with me? Valentino’s cock barely makes it free from my pussy lips as Dante’s vast form shoves him out of the way.
Dante mumbles to me in Italian, his voice so gravely, it’s nearly a purr. The throaty rasp is a silky caress and my pussy throbs eagerly at the sound, having just come with the potential of more on the way. There’s no doubt that Dante knows what he’s doing. Could he be the Casanova of the group, the pussy whisperer? I wouldn’t put it past him; these men have taken me from right to left field. They’re strong, demanding men and yet they shower my body with pleasure. Their cocks silently promise much more pleasure in the future as well. How will I get through this if it’s always so intense with each of them?
Matteo, Romano, and Valentino stand off to the side. Their large frames lined up next to each other against the far wall, their arms firmly crossed over their chests with serious expressions in place as they watch Dante smirk down at me. Santino and Salvatore remain on each side of the table, eagerly peering down at my naked flesh. They run their fingers and palms all over my body, up and down, circling lightly giving me goosebumps. They’re the good kind of goosebumps, making me shiver with never-ending desire. Cristiano lingers off to the opposite side, alone, staring at the ground. He’s concentrating on keeping his cool; it must be quite intimidating having these six imposing men as your older brothers.
I don’t think I could do it—perform in front of them all. I’d be a complete wreck, because what if all of his brothers make me come, but yet he can’t? Could you imagine the mortification he’d feel with their presence? They’d all witness his failure. And I thought the pressure was on me, but in reality, it’s on Matteo and Cristiano. Matteo because he’s my husband and the Capo dei capi, and Cristiano as well, because he’s the youngest of the Vendettis.
“Cristiano,” I utter and his head shoots up. Golden irises a bit curious and perhaps a little shocked to hear his name on my lips.
Matteo coughs garnering everyone’s attention. Cristiano darts his gaze at his brother for a moment before planting his stare firmly to the floor in front of him again.
Dante enters me, pushing deep right as I’m about to call out to Cristiano again. Santino tsk’s, shaking his head while caressing my cheek. With so much going on, it helps keep me distracted from the pinch of pain. Dante is thick everywhere it appears, filling my core to near bursting. No wonder he’s so damn arrogant; his cock is fatter than his brothers’.
Santino brings his lips to my ear, murmuring, “Leave Cristiano alone.” His breath smells of the whiskey he was savoring at the reception earlier. I’ve heard rumors that Santino’s looks favor their mother the most out of all the brothers. I finally witnessed it for myself last night on the way to my suite. The family
portrait was a bit eerie. They seemed almost perfect, all of them dressed in expensive fabrics, blank faces staring at the camera. They were so young, so innocent.
Jerking away, I glare up at him, but it’s no use. Grabbing my head with force, he yanks me back, his breath fluttering over my neck. “Listen to me, carina. His self-control is...lacking,” he supplies cryptically, then quickly flicks his gaze around the room, then back to me. “You make him lose it and my brother will punish him. Cristiano will hurt you with his fumbling hands; that, I can promise.”
That’s rich, them worrying about me being hurt. I’m strapped to an exam table being passed from one brother to the next. Not that I mind since I’ve been given multiple orgasms. Besides that, it was going to happen no matter what, and I’ve come to terms with it. But, their concern with my comfort is comical.
My gaze searches the youngest out again, and this time when he meets my stare, I see something inside. The golden tone of his irises is more of a burning ember, almost as if he’s hiding something away at first glance. He seems like the sweet and innocent one, but is he really? The youngest of six older brothers—more experienced brothers who aren’t known for showing anything resembling mercy. I can only imagine what Cristiano has done to prove himself or keep up with his brothers. Perhaps he’s the most dangerous of them all? Only time will tell.
A loud slap echoes throughout the room. The sting of Dante’s palm on my thigh has me gasping. “I’m between your thighs, not anyone else. Remember that!” he practically growls, driving deep, and this surge has me groaning as he hits a different spot. He notices the change and immediately keeps pace with the deep plunges. In no time, he has me moaning again and again, attempting to twist back and forth. I can’t. My hands are secured tightly, but it doesn’t stop the movements.
“Ah, found your G-spot, bella,” Dante rasps and I swear his cock swells in size. It has to be me, there’s no way his cock could grow even larger.
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