The Wedding Guest

by C. M. Steele

  "Thank you for attending, Ms. Rossi,” I replied to her with a smile before turning back to the crowd around Danielle. They seemed to really focus on her like she was something special. Internally, I was getting the same feeling, but my head was arguing with me.

  "Danielle is great company at the table," she said, and I felt where this was going. She noticed my attraction to her, and she wasn't the only one. I tried to play it off as annoyance, but my parents weren't buying it either. They cornered me before I left the wedding area. They didn’t demand anything or even freak out. They just smiled and said to be careful.

  "Well, make sure she doesn't try to rub off on you,” I bit out angrily, turning toward her and giving her a look of derision. I hated how weak and wrong I felt for even saying something like that about her. She’d spurned me and tried to ignore me. Obviously, she wasn’t that greedy for money. Then again, she could be trying to gain my interest by refusing me. This wasn’t me, I was a smart businessman who continued to make a fortune with my acumen and here I was being torn apart by desire and stubbornness.

  "Rub off?" she asked, taking the empty chair next to me.

  "You know the gold digging attitude," I bit out. She was related to the gold digger bride and her reading choice said a lot about her, even with an attempt of baiting me to give chase.

  "Um. I didn't get that vibe in fact she seems ready to run every time you look at her. What makes you think that?"

  "Besides the bride getting herself knocked up right away, she was staring in awe at my home and paintings and reading Pride and Prejudice, the gold digger’s handbook." She erupted into a fit of laughter that pissed me off.

  "First, everyone stares at your home that way. I’m not a gold digger, as you put it, and I think this house looks historically gorgeous. Second, it's clear you haven't read that book before. The heroine in the story is the exact opposite of a fortune hunter. She refuses an offer of marriage by the hero because of his behavior and he’s one of the wealthiest men in the country. He's mistaken about her and vice versa. It's a classic love story that even to this day captivates so many. It takes a strong woman to show a man that he’s wrong and a good woman isn’t worth losing."

  Damn it, I should have looked up the CliffsNotes of the book, so I wouldn’t have looked like an ass. "Really? Shit."

  "The fact that she can read it is a credit to her intelligence. It was written around 1812 in England, so it takes a lot of comprehension." She was right. The language had been very different, especially for Americans. So she was smart, beautiful, feisty, and, apparently, a bit too independent for my liking. She was going to fight me on everything.

  "Damn it, it was the only thing holding me back." I spotted her back at the table sipping on a drink with my cousin flirting with her. I couldn't make out her interest, but she was smiling at him.

  Ms. Rossi followed my gaze. "Let me get back to the table. Maybe you should dance with her."

  "Oh, I plan on it, " I stated boldly, never taking my eyes away from Danielle.

  "If I was you, I wouldn't approach her with that look on your face.”

  “Why? What’s wrong with my face?”

  “Nothing when you’re not looking to murder someone, but you’ve got murder on the brain.”

  “As it happens I do. My slick ass cousin has been eyeing her breasts since he sat down.”

  “I’ll protect her. Now, they are bringing in the food, so we all should be getting back to our seats.”

  She left me there and I tried to spend the next thirty minutes focusing on my food, but it tasted like nothing when I wanted to go over there and taste those lips that just kissed the fork as it slipped into her mouth. It had been six years since I’d been with a woman, and for a man in his mid-twenties, it was a long motherfucking time. It wasn’t until I saw her that I missed sex. To me it had been just a way to get off, but after getting almost trapped by a woman with her lies, I lost any interest in sex. Now all I wanted was to fuck my baby into Danielle.

  Things were getting a little too chummy over there. I couldn't take my eyes off of her and every time she smiled at him I got angrier. I had to go make my move before my fucking perverted cousin stole her. There was no way I could let that happen. I got up from my seat and approached their table. Her expression was comical and nervous. I liked that about her. I wanted her interested and a bit worried about what I planned to do to her.

  “Dance with me,” I commanded. There wasn’t any asking in my opinion and thankfully she didn’t give me any shit about it, coming willingly as I stretched out my hand for her to take. The feel of her small hand in mine dominated my head. She was so fragile and I needed to protect her. I guided her to the middle of the dance floor. The DJ must have seen us because the music became slower until it transitioned into a slow song. I twirled her around to George Michael’s version of Somebody to Love. With the crescendo, I pulled her close, holding her so our bodies met and the heat between us became combustible.

  Leaning closer to her, I whispered a promise against her ear. “I’m going to make love to you tonight.” I felt her body shiver and I was right. She wanted me as much as I wanted her, at least sexually. I’ll get her to see me for the man I normally am, not the asshole I’ve been since I met her cousin. It was clear Nicole told her about my reaction to the news of Vincenzo getting married.

  Chapter 8

  Danielle

  “You are overly confident when I don’t even like you,” I argued, but the fight wasn’t in me. The desire in his eyes, the eyes that had been on me all day, was too much to ignore. His touch against my skin was more than I was capable of resisting. How he did it was a mystery, but I was getting to the point that I would do anything he said.

  His grip on me tightened, and he said through gritted teeth, “You may not like me right now, but you want me. And that will have to do.”

  Immediately, I felt bad because he seemed to be hurt. I tried to lighten the mood, but I didn’t know if it was possible. “I’m tempted to take you up on your offer. I want you despite myself.”

  He growled out, “It’s not an offer. Once I take you tonight, I won’t let you leave.” As scary as it sounded, I took it for what it was, a horny man looking at a woman he wanted. I wanted him, too, even though my experience wasn’t greater than a couple of kisses and some lousy attempts at being felt up. I bet that he could touch my breasts and I would melt against his hands. His strong hands held me around my hips and I had a feeling that if I tried to push away, he’d hold me tighter. Needing to see him dominate the situation, I pushed back. I got more than I expected. His hands cupped my ass, pulling me against his stiff cock that was thicker and bigger than I’d ever felt against me. “If you try to get away, I’m going to carry you out of here and up to my bed to fucking show you where you belong.”

  “I belong under you?”

  “Yes, you do. Don’t question it. Hell, you belong on top of me, riding my cock until we’re both coming hard and I fill your womb up.” I was glad he had his grip on me because I was a mushy puddle of need. My pussy was pulsing wildly and I was on the verge of coming.

  “Amore, let’s greet some guests because I plan to take you upstairs and do everything I’ve been thinking about since you crossed my path.”

  “Okay,” I replied, mindlessly. We were about to part and talk to people when the photographer came up to us for a picture.

  “You two look like a perfect couple.”

  “Yes, we are,” Marco told the man, turning our upper bodies to face the camera. Once the man took a couple of snaps. Marco excused us.

  “I think people are going to notice.” I could already feel a few pairs of eyes on me. I wasn’t on his level or the level of most of the people here. I felt inferior. Catching my emotions, he tilted my chin and whispered, “Don’t let anyone say anything to you. I’ll toss them out in a second. Actually, that big goon over there will.”

  “Big goon, he’s smaller than you.” He laughed and the sound traveled strai
ght to my womb. The man had a voice that can make you drop your panties at his request. “I don’t want people to know what’s going to happen.”

  “They’ll know it soon anyway.” I didn’t know what he meant by that. Did people gossip? Maybe I should forget it. It was just lust. Heavens, even saying it was too much. I wasn’t going to walk away until I felt him consume me.

  I said my goodbyes, claiming I was exhausted and wanted to go back to my hotel. Which I forgot to check into. Shit, I hoped I didn’t lose my room. I gave Nicole a hug and congratulated her on marrying Vincenzo. He looked at her like Marco did me, so maybe it was more than the baby. They were attracted to each other.

  I grabbed a drink for courage, but just as I put it to my lips, Marco grabbed it from me. “No alcohol. I want you clearheaded and sure of what I’m going to do to you. I want your real emotions and I don’t want you to blame it on the alcohol.”

  “I blame it on you. Your voice, your face, your scent have me confused and needy.”

  “Then by all means, let us get out of here. I must take care of your needs,” he replied, downing my drink and placing it on the bar.

  Chapter 9

  Marco

  I hurried her up the stairs before someone could stop us or before she changed her mind. I wanted her naked, satisfied, and full of my cum. She was moving too slow because of those fuck me heels she had on, so as soon as we hit the first landing, I scooped her up into my arms and carried her to our room. I turned the knob and closed the door behind me, flicking the lock in the process.

  I set her down on her feet then slipped off my jacket. As soon as I tossed it on the floor, my mouth came crashing down onto hers. I slid my fingers into her fancy braided bun and pulled her closer, kissing her like she deserved. Her sighs hit my eardrums like a bell and stiffened my cock to complete fullness. She owned me and there was nothing I could do about it.

  I searched for the zipper on her dress, sliding it down and peeling if off her smooth flesh. She was naked except for those heels and tiny, lace, black panties that would become one of my prized possessions. A thought ran through my head as I wondered how soaked they were for me.

  I pulled her to me and slid my hand between us, cupping her damp panties and stroking her pussy. “Were you interested in my cousin? Did your pussy get wet as you smiled at him?”

  “No, of course not,” she exclaimed, pressing her hips forward, looking for more. I gave her a long, lingering kiss while my finger slipped under the lace and glided over her silky entrance.

  “Good. Because this pussy is mine. The only one getting you wet is me.”

  “Where’s my backbone?” she muttered to herself.

  I stared down at her with a devious smirk. “Right here,” I whispered, running my other hand down her spine while another finger slipped into her tight, wet pussy. “Why deny what we both want? But if you want me to stop just say so, because if we go any further, there’ll be no turning back. Fuck, there’s no turning back already. I just won’t fuck you until you beg for it.” I stroked her again, her core clutching down on my fingers and a stuttering moan coming from her lips. She tossed her head back, exposing her neck to my hungry mouth. I ran the tip of my tongue along her collarbone to the edge of her jaw, feeling her pulse jump.

  “I need more, cara mia,” I muttered against her ear, slipping it between my teeth and nipping. “I need to taste your juicy nectar that’s all for me.” I dropped to my knees and parted her thighs, pressing my nose against her lacy piece of heaven. I had to have a taste. God, I was on the verge of coming just from her scent. Nudging her panties aside, I ran my tongue along her wet folds, consuming her need. The painful ache in my balls caused my pre-cum to leak onto my boxers. Her thighs shook as I kissed and licked her pussy, dipping my tongue into her heat. I was already addicted, my heart and cock throbbing as I ate her cunt. Her little nub jutted out from its hiding place, tempting me. I sucked on it and her knees buckled. She was too fucking sweet and I wanted her to scream. Breathing on her clit, I demanded, “Come for me, Danielle. Give it to me.”

  She melted into me. Her knees bent and her pussy pressed down on my face as she rode out her orgasm. “Marco,” she cried out, clutching my hair and using it to finish herself off.

  I pulled her panties off and slowly slipped her shoes off. As much as I wanted those on my shoulders, I want nothing between us. She was bare from head to toe. I stood up because I was a second away from taking her on the floor and my Danielle deserved a bed. “On the bed and spread your thighs,” I ordered.

  “Make me,” she challenged.

  “If I help your ass on the bed, it won’t be nice. I want you too much to hold back. Your back will be hitting the bed with my dick buried in you.” Her eyes widened and her plump lips parted, tempting me to put my dick between them. “So what will it be, my beauty?”

  She didn’t say a word, but like a good girl, she climbed up onto the bed, spread out on her back, and parted her thighs. Taking off my clothes seemed to take forever, but once I was naked, I took my hard cock in my hand and stroked it. Her eyes were trained on my body, giving me a look of pure desire. I arched my brow at her with a wicked smile.

  “Amore, I’m going to come if you keep looking at me like that.”

  She looked me in the eyes and crossed hers and stuck out her tongue. “Is that better?” I broke out in a laugh I didn’t know I had. Fucking woman was asking for it.

  “Wow, so you have a sense of humor, Lord Denali,” she said with a smile.

  “I thought it disappeared, but right now a sense of humor isn’t needed. In fact, you won’t be laughing in a minute.” I knelt on the bed, moving in between her thighs. “Look at me, Danielle,” I commanded. Her eyes met mine and I didn’t have any doubt that she was all in. “You’re fucking sexy, and I don’t know how long I’m going to keep you locked away.”

  “Marco, I need you,” she pleaded.

  Chapter 10

  Danielle

  I couldn’t believe I said that aloud, but I wanted him in me and that was a fact. His eyes were roaming my body, and from the appreciation in them, I didn’t have even an ounce of embarrassment. I felt beautiful, sexy, and completely desired. He leaned forward, planting his strong arms on the bed as he pressed the tip against my pussy. I clenched at the intrusion, but as soon as his mouth came down on me, I was lost to it. Then he thrust into me, shredding my innocence and making him freeze above me. His eyes were glued to mine.

  “Amore, was there something you forgot to mention?”

  “I didn’t forget.”

  “Okay, we’ll talk about this later, but this changes nothing.” I nodded because I still wanted him despite the pain. Wrapping my hands in his hair and neck, I pulled his face back down and kissed him greedily. He growled against my mouth, then started making shallow thrusts into my pussy. The pain ebbed. He pulled his mouth away from mine and ducked his head, seeking my nipple. I felt pleasure shoot straight through me as he sucked my hard peak. The sensation brought me back to the edge and I could feel another orgasm on the cusp. I panted and lifted my back off the bed, my hands sliding down to his shoulders and clawing at him. My heart was pounding so hard, I didn't know if I could handle another screaming orgasm, but he was giving it to me. With his hands gliding over my body, switching from touching me like a precious object to gripping me hard and deepening his strokes, I cried out his name. That was when I felt his orgasm take over. Every pump into me splashed my walls. And my mind ignored the ramifications just because I couldn't get enough of him inside me. I pulled him closer, wrapping my legs around his waist and tugging him deeper in me.

  "Mine," he stated, closing in for another kiss.

  Chapter 11

  Marco

  I pulled out of her because I was getting hard all over again and her pussy needed time to heal. She'd been a virgin. It wasn't something I saw coming. Not that I was being judgmental, but most of us lost our virginity before eighteen. She was in her early twenties, according to my b
rother.

  "Amore, how come your parents didn't come to the wedding?" I asked, rubbing my hand over her belly. The thought that I planted my baby in her womb washed over me. It amazed me how less than twelve hours ago I had nothing but negative thoughts about her and her family. The family was still a bit suspect, to be honest.

  "Because they died four years ago," she replied nonchalantly as if I asked her mundane question.

  "Is there more to that? Or are you not willing to go into details?" I didn’t like the way she said it, like she was building a wall, when we just shared something so damn intense and real that I wouldn’t and couldn’t let her go.

  She turned her head from me, but I couldn’t allow that. I cupped her cheek and turned her face to mine. I gave her a kiss; a soft one with a bit of pleading behind it. “Please tell me, Danielle.”

  "You're right about a lot of my family. I'd rather not bring up all the reasons I shouldn't have done this. I’m not on your level and I shouldn’t even be here."

  I felt like a dick for judging her before I knew her. Now I had to fix her own self-worth which I helped kick down. "You belong here with me, and we're going to keep doing it, but I want to know more about you. I want to know who you are and how you got to be you."

  I caught the tears building in her eyes, something I hadn’t prepared for. Anger hit me. Making her cry wasn’t something I could ever be okay with. "My parents died from an overdose. A bad batch of heroin."

  These days, heroin in the states was a major epidemic and everyday people were being affected. "Cara, I'm sorry for you."

  She shook her head and wiped her eyes. "Don't be. As terrible as it sounds, my life is better without them. It's the reason I stayed away from men. I worked hard and went to community college. Their failures forced me, drove me to want more."