The Wedding Guest

by C. M. Steele

  Averting my eyes, I was able to turn the doorknob and break the bond. I walked into the room with my suitcases in hand as Nicole ran up to me and smiled brightly.

  “I’m so glad you made it,” she squealed. I hugged her, but my thoughts were all focused on who that guy out in the hall was.

  “How are you feeling?” I asked, looking at the sad expression on her face.

  “Nervous. I mean…I really want to marry him, but he doesn’t love me. I’m marrying a man that I fell in love with from the first moment, but he’s just doing it to keep his baby,” she replied in a whisper, wiping away a single tear that fell from her watery eyes.

  I looked around the room where her sister was getting her hair and makeup done. I whispered back, “Ah, Nicole, I’m sorry. Please don’t cry. It’ll take some time, but you’re so lovable. Has he said that he doesn’t love you and this is only for the baby?”

  “No, but he hasn’t said he loves me.” I felt her pain. Unrequited love was hard to deal with. I had eighteen years of that. I don’t think my parents ever loved anything more than partying and it took a long time for me to cope and get over it. I hoped Vincenzo could love her one day.

  “Maybe he does then. Don’t give up hope, but if you want to leave I’ll stick by you.”

  “Thank you, but I’ll take him any way I can.” This time there was a resolve in her voice that I knew she was going to go through with the wedding. We used to be best friends and I would still be there for her.

  “Then, I’m here for you.” I hugged her again.

  Chapter 5

  Marco

  I was left standing there, lost and confused. Who was she and why did I want to lose myself in those bright green eyes? That couldn't be the cousin; she couldn't be related to all of them. She had beautiful blonde hair that had fallen slightly over her forehead, making her look sexy yet disheveled. Her body language was screaming that she was in awe of her surroundings. She had to be the cousin the way Antonio led her to the room where the gold digger was getting ready.

  I thought about the way she looked at the walls with her mouth in a perfect "O" shape, and immediately, I saw her on her knees, parting those plump lips around my cock, sucking me until I came down her throat. She'd look up at me with those expressive eyes, silently thanking me for giving her my cum like she should. Shaking off the thought, I turned on my heel and headed back to my bedroom. That was stupid of me to even look at her like that. If she was anything like her cousin, I could easily get her on her knees, but that was a fuck no. I had to stay away from her.

  Closing the door to my bedroom, I pressed my head against the wall. It wasn't cool enough to stop the heat pumping through me. It was just pure lust. That was all it could be, even though I’d never experienced any lust like this before. I had to forget it and I had to forget her. Tomorrow, that wedding guest would be far away from me and I wouldn't have to be worried about temptation. Fuck me, I was stiff as a dead man and we didn't even share a single word. I shouldn’t want her, but I do, and that’s so fucking unacceptable. It’s freaking contemptable.

  I stepped into the bathroom to shave for the wedding; it was scheduled to start in less than two hours and I wasn't even dressed. The hangover was drumming in my head, making me feel less and less like myself. Suddenly, it hit me; that had to explain my reaction to her. I was still fucked in the head. Turning on the faucet, I let the water get cold, then I splashed it on my face. But it did nothing to cool my hot blood. Looking up into the mirror, I didn’t see anything wrong with me, so what the fuck was up with my head and my hard cock?

  I was frustrated with myself and Danielle. That was her name. I remembered my brother mentioning it yesterday. Needing to feel different, I decided to shave it all off and go baby faced. Within an hour, I was ready and looking for my brother.

  I rushed down the steps while the decorators finished up the final touches. My home looked perfect for a wedding. It was a pity that I disapproved of it. The things I would do for my brother. Speaking of my brother, I needed to double check and see if he still wanted to go through with this sham of a wedding. I was about to ask the caterer if he'd seen my brother, but the door to the library caught my eye. It was ajar and instantly I knew that whoever was in there was going to take the tension I was feeling for Danielle and get torn a new one. I made it very clear that I didn't want anyone in there. Who was in there? I crept into the room, closing the door behind me and locking it.

  I didn’t see anyone around until I saw the large sofa in the corner of the room. There she was, the pretty cousin, completely asleep. She was in a long dress that was beautiful and a little too revealing. It was black and strapless and, from what I could see, clearly skin tight. This was going to be a long motherfucking day. And I knew one of two things were going to happen. One, I was going to fuck her so hard she forgot anyone before me; or two, I was going to go fucking insane and embarrass myself. The way she lay on the sofa, with her waist dipping and her hip up, did fucked up things to my head. I pictured both of us naked and myself behind her with her thigh wrapped around mine as I fucked her from the back, claiming her pussy. My arm would be wrapped around her waist, holding tight so she didn’t fall off the edge, fucking her until we both came and I splashed her walls with my cum. What was wrong with me? I’d never gone without a condom and, yet, the thought of taking her bare was all I could consider.

  My eyes roamed her figure, trying to decide if I should wake her and if I should touch that porcelain skin that glowed without a lot of makeup. She had a book resting on her thigh. I picked it up and saw it was Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. I never read the book, but I wanted to have the classics here and it was definitely considered a classic. Curiosity getting to me, I opened it up and read the first line, then I slammed it closed. She could look like a sleeping angel, but looks were deceiving. This book needed to go in the trash and not back on my shelf. This story had been leading women in the wrong direction. I wondered if my grandfather’s mistress had read it and took a couple lessons from the author.

  I put my hand on her shoulder, then jumped back in shock from the jolt that shot straight into my chest; the feeling confused me even more. The pulse that raced through me was intense. Thoughts of fucking my kid into her and touching her every day played in my mind. I wanted her and not just in my bed for a night. Fuck, that couldn’t be. She was reading the gold digger’s handbook and was related to that awful family.

  She moaned softly. “William,” came from her lips. I wanted to pop whoever William was. Jealous, territorial rage poured from my veins and needed to cleanse that fucker from her dreams. I was losing it, without a doubt. Hadn’t I just sworn I didn’t want to get with her? Now, I was ready to murder her dream lover.

  Needing to get her out of my library and away from my sanctuary before I did something stupid, like fuck her on the furniture, I called out her name. “Hey, Danielle. Wake up,” Getting no response, I gently kicked the tip of her strappy heels. She frighteningly jumped up to a sitting position; her tits bounced tantalizingly in her cleavage exposing dress.

  “Oh my, is it time for the wedding?” she asked sleepily, stretching her body on the sofa, extending her arms so that her boobs lifted higher.

  “Almost, but this room is off limits. They must have told you that,” I spat out. After she left, I would have to get rid of the sofa because I knew if I saw it again, I’d fly to the states and claim her.

  “I’m sorry. I asked if there was somewhere to nap,” she bit out. Her temper starting to rise.

  “I told them to not let anyone in here,” I informed her with no less attitude than she gave me. I wanted to pull her into my arms and kiss that angry grimace from her face. The feel of those soft, plump, red lips against mine was a craving that I knew I would have to satisfy. Then again, I had to fight this bullshit. Lust. If I kept running that through my head, maybe I might be able to avoid her tonight.

  “I said I’m sorry, your highness. Excuse me. Fucking shit, I can’t wa
it for this day to be over,” she complained, standing up and trying to stomp away from me. That wasn’t going to happen. I had something to say to her. I couldn’t let my tension go unnoticed.

  I stopped her, grabbing her by the arm. “Listen, did you think laying in here was going to make me throw myself on you and you could be just like your cousin? Bagging a billionaire.”

  “Oh, so you must be Marco, the asshole. I don’t want you. Do you think looks and money make up for a lack of character? I hope Vincenzo is better than you because I’ll take my cousin out of here and help her get on her feet to take…” That fire in her blood needed to be put out, it was fucking nothing but trouble. If the baby was my brother’s, there would be no way she’d get away with taking it from him.

  “The baby? Yes, we know that’s the only reason my brother is marrying her. I think he needs a paternity test before marrying her or at least a damn pre-nup.”

  “Well, sorry to tell you, that’s not happening,” she sneered, giving me a dirty glare, her eyes making my dick harder.

  I pulled her a bit closer. Inches from her face, I saw anger wasn’t her only emotion, the desire I saw in the hallway was back. I gave her a scolding, “You should have gone to sleep in the room your cousin was getting ready in.” She rose up on her toes to stand up to me, but she was still nearly a foot shorter than me. I could crush her with my size, and yet, she had enough attitude to stand up to me.

  “If you had bought a plane ticket that was upgradeable, I wouldn’t be so damn sleepy. I was stuck and unable to sleep or eat on the plane, so excuse me if a fourteen-hour mission to get here has made me exhausted and a bit fucking irritable, but then again, you’ve given me enough to test a saint’s temper.”

  “You didn’t get a meal?” I asked, ignoring the dig. The thought of her going hungry was like a sucker punch in the gut.

  “No, but that’s okay. I don’t want to owe you anything. Hopefully, this is the last conversation we have,” she hissed, pulling herself from my hold and storming out of the room.

  As the door closed, I whispered, “Not by a long shot.”

  God, my cock was throbbing to the point that I couldn’t even make it to the library door without groaning. I tried to sit down, but then I felt my dress pants pulling and on the verge of ripping at the seams. “Think of something else,” I growled to myself. I started to think about her cousin, and that made me angry and calmed the desire, but then she was back in my head. I envisioned her belly swelling with my kid. Mine. And like that my dick was harder than a rock. I needed relief, but there was no way I could get off in the library. My study was through a secret door. All I needed was five minutes and then maybe my brain would return. I walked like I’d just gotten off my horse and made it to the door. My mind had to be addled because it took three tries to get the code right. The door unlocked and I felt a tad bit of relief. Stepping into my study, I made sure it was empty and the other door locked. After picking up a box of tissues on my desk, I dropped my pants and took a seat in my desk chair. With my cock in hand, I stroked from the base to the tip and back, lingering on the tip and spreading the pre-cum down my shaft. I groaned out her name. I closed my eyes and there she was down on her knees, between my thighs in her tight black dress that left little to my imagination. Her breasts nearly spilled out as she replaced my hand with hers. Her tiny hand didn’t compare to my thick length, so she used both. She ran them up and down until she bent down and swallowed the crown around her succulent lips. “Danielle,” I moaned, my orgasm ripping through me and onto my fingers. I rushed to grab a few tissues to catch my jizz. Thankfully, I didn’t nut on my clothes. Once I calmed the fuck down and straightened my clothes, I headed to the nearest restroom and disposed of the tissues in the toilet. Now, I could make it through the ceremony without embarrassing myself.

  Chapter 6

  Danielle

  I couldn’t get out of here fast enough. Damn it, he ruined my good dream, and now he had to make me want him even more. I had been dreaming of Fitzwilliam Darcy telling me how much he loved me, but the image was of the asshat. His person was all in my head and that smoldering stare got to me in my dream only to be woken up by the man himself.

  So this was his house. He was a super-rich asshole who had a perfect face and body and a home that was magnificent. The library was stunning and perfect to the point I was drooling over it.

  He really hated our family, but it didn’t matter. I’d be gone tomorrow. I took a seat near the middle of the bride’s side, and slowly, the room filled up. How could he be looking down at me with those dark eyes like he was intrigued while spewing venom at me?

  Thank goodness people gathered and seats were taken pretty quickly. I was delighted that I wasn't a part of the wedding party so I didn't have to focus on him.

  There was only him as the best man and my other cousin, Nicole's sister, as the maid of honor. I took a deep breath and attempted to keep my eyes trained on Nicole and Vincenzo, but I could feel Marco’s eyes on me and it was distracting. They wouldn't lay off. It was as though he was only looking at me. I turned slightly to see if perhaps he was looking around me, but I could feel it in my bones and in my core that he was giving me his undivided attention. As soon as I could, I was out of my seat. He passed me by like he was supposed to and I snuck out in the other direction. I was put at a table where I knew no one and I wanted to pop Nicole for it.

  My other family members were sitting on the other side of the large room. There were about twenty tables with eight seats each. It was elaborate and beautiful and, despite looking good and elegant in my dress, I felt out of place.

  This lovely woman came to sit at the table. She smiled kindly at me and I returned the smile. "Hello, I'm Anna Rossi," she said.

  "Hello, I'm Danielle Downey," I replied, feeling a little less uncomfortable. And then the wedding party was announced. I closed my eyes because they would have to pass our table, and maybe if I had them closed, he couldn't see me or at least I wouldn't know if he looked at me. I could feel him as he walked by and a shiver of pleasure jolted down my spine.

  Unable to not look at him, I turned my glaze on him and our eyes met briefly before he turned them to Anna. Wow. He gave her a kiss on the cheek as a greeting and I wondered if they were together. A pang of jealousy stabbed me in the gut. I was so bothered by his attention to her that I simply missed my cousin and her groom walking by me.

  "So, you and Marco are together?"

  "Heavens no. We are friends. He comes to my classroom once a week to read to the children." I pushed my head back slightly in surprise.

  "Yeah, didn't expect that."

  "Well, he has a really soft side. I believe he paid for the wedding and allowed it to be held here in his very nice home. Besides, I think you have an effect on him that he's not used to. He stared at you the entire ceremony and he’s not the staring type."

  "Yeah, he doesn't like me. I fell asleep in his library and he despises my family."

  "I don't know about that, but I can tell he doesn't despise you," she offered with a shrug. I was about to argue it when our table filled with three men. They seemed to crowd us ladies; one sat by her and one sat on each side of me. Immediately, I felt his eyes on me again, so I looked up, but this time it wasn't the smoldering stare. It was a look blanketed in anger. He probably thought I was going to snag one of his friends for their money. I wanted to talk to them now, just to spite the judgmental prick. He was nice to everyone else besides me and my family. I hated the way my body heated and begged for him when he looked at me with distrust.

  Chapter 7

  Marco

  Whacking it did nothing for my desire. I couldn’t take my eyes off her during the entire ceremony. Visions of her in that white wedding dress played through my head, and by the time the service was over and the crowd started to dissipate, I knew that this feeling in me wasn’t temporary. She tried to avoid my gaze at the wedding and was trying to hide herself from me as I passed her table, but I was attune
d to her. My body was already gravitating to her, even though I didn’t think it was a good idea.

  When my cousins and Duke Malcolm sat down near her, I did all I could to stay seated. Jealousy was back in full form along with a heavy dose of possessiveness. I watched to see what would happen, pushing away my silverware, so I wouldn’t accidentally take my knife and stab him with it. My cousin Flavio’s eyes had been glued to her cleavage and they needed to be knocked back into his head. Duke Malcolm and my other cousin, Giovanni didn’t seem to pay her any mind, which satisfied me. She smiled at Flavio, playing with her napkin, fidgeting. When she got up, I felt like I could breathe again. Danielle wasn’t interested in him. My eyes followed her to the other side of the room and to her family. The tight black dress hugged her curves as she strode toward them. I caught sight of her bared thigh and could hear the thud of my dick hitting the table. Her large globes bounced in rhythm with each step. I bit my lip, trying to stave off coming in my pants. The woman had me so hard that I didn’t even consider that she was related to a bunch of losers or that she was looking for a rich man. Hell, I was a rich man. All I wanted was her spread out in my bed with her mouth parted as she screamed out my name.

  She looked over her shoulder, her eyes meeting mine, and I winked. Don’t know what possessed me to do that, but I had to have some exchange between us. She instantly blushed then turned back to her family. A round of hugs were shared and I was feeling out of sorts because I couldn't touch her.

  I was so hard up, it was all I could do to stay still. I felt someone tap my shoulder and it was Ms. Rossi. "Hello there, Lord Denali. Thank you for the invite."