The Sexy Enemy: A Fake Relationship Romance (Italian Nights Series Book 3)

4. Natalia

Ican’t believe I am retracing—albeit in reverse—my walk of shame from earlier this morning. At least this time I have underwear on.

I continue to stomp through the casino, making my way to the lifts. Thankfully, there are people getting in and they swipe their cards in the lift, and we all pick our floors. I’m a bundle of nerves as I watch every floor pass by.

How in the hell did this happen? What was I thinking? You weren’t. What was in those shots that would make me think it was a good idea to marry Alessandro Conti? This must be a bad dream, there is no other explanation for what’s happened.

None.

Another memory of last night assaults me.

“I need you.” From within Alessandro’s arms, legs wrapped tightly around him, I moan like a cat on heat. I’ve never been this turned on in my life. Suddenly, my back hits the wall, and the bouquet of flowers falls from my hand as Alessandro makes room to kick off his shoes and then his socks. My hand is on his belt and I’m pulling it from his pants before throwing it to the floor. He shucks out of his suit jacket which falls into a crumpled heap on the floor.

“I need you, too,” he growls as he lets my legs fall from his waist and I slide down his body. He leans forward and kisses me. It’s frenzied, with nips and sucks as my fingers start to unbutton his shirt, while his hand is unzipping my dress. Reaching the end of the buttons, my hands slide up his body, over every divot of muscle—wow, the man is cut. Who would have thought underneath those designer suits he had a body like this? My hands continue their exploration until I reach his broad shoulders, then slide his shirt off. I want to lick every muscle. My dress starts to loosen as we shuffle through the suite. He pulls down the straps of my dress, exposing my bra and then my underwear before pulling the dress down and off my body.

“Fuck, Nat,” he curses as he stares at me as if I might be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I tell him.

His brows pull together. “Like how?”

“Like I’m special. I don’t want that from you, please, not from you,” I plead.

“What do you want from me?” he asks.

“Anything but sweet,” I say.

He nods in understanding. “Right, then I want hands on the sofa and legs spread.”

I bite my lip and smile as I do as I’m told, turning around and seductively swaying my hips as I head toward the sofa in the middle of the living room. I place my hands on the soft fabric, part my legs, and bend over for him. I can’t see where he is, but I can feel him, his presence coming closer. Thank goodness I’m wearing my good underwear tonight as a just in case. I feel him stalking me like prey and the anticipation of what he’s going to do next slithers under my skin, heating it. He stops to the side of me, and I turn my head and look at him. “I can’t wait to turn your ass pink.” He grins as his large hand runs over my G-string-clad ass.

I close my eyes and try to hold back the shiver. I don’t need him to know how much I want this or how much he turns me on.

“Your ass is delectable, Natalia.” His hand comes down and slaps me.

“Ow,” I hiss, surprised at the feeling.

“There’s going to be a fine line between pleasure and pain, but you can take it.” Another slap lands on the other cheek, making me jump and my body want to move away from this man. He then does another three in quick succession, moving closer to my pussy. I bite my bottom lip, trying to calm myself through the pain. He does it again, and this time, he hits my folds, and instead of crying out, this slap pulls a moan from me. “I knew you’d like it.” He chuckles.

I open my eyes and turn my head to glare at him, but it soon stops as I see he’s pulled out his gloriously thick cock and is sliding his hand up and down his shaft. There’s a bead of pre-cum on the tip and I lick my lips. “Do you want this?” he asks as he watches me watch him.

“Yes,” I answer breathlessly.

“If I give it to you, do not bite it off,” he warns me.

“I won’t,” I promise.

He grins and then feeds me his thick dick. I wrap my mouth around him but can’t take him too far from the side. Then the next thing I know, his hand is coming down and slapping my pussy in short, sharp slaps, making me moan around his cock.

“Fuck, that feels so good. Again,” he commands as he continues his torturous attention between my thighs. Closing my eyes, I lose myself in the sensation of it all, his throbbing cock in my mouth, the wetness that’s starting to trickle between my thighs, and the stinging pain against my skin. It’s as if every nerve ending is standing to attention. “You’re fucking dripping, Natalia.” His hand rubs between my thighs teasing me. All I can do is groan as his soft hands slide against my lace-covered, throbbing pussy. His knuckle slides the material of my underwear to the side and runs along my slit, pulling a guttural moan from my lips. “You want my fingers in your pussy, don’t you?” God, yes, I do. I nod, my mouth still wrapped around him. He chuckles as his knuckle opens me wide, and he slips a finger inside me.

Yes. Oh yes.

That’s what I needed, and then he slaps my ass cheek, and the sensations of his fingers inside me and his dick in my mouth pushes me over the edge, and the next thing I know, I’m humming my orgasms as his fingers work me over. A dark chuckle falls from his lips at my surprise release. “Such a good girl coming all over my fingers like that. My hand is soaked.” His voice sounds far away as my body continues to spasm around his fingers, my limbs liquefying as he speaks. He pulls his cock from my mouth and then pulls me up and into his arms before cupping my face. “You are so unexpected,” he states, then kisses me. It’s as if he is my air to breathe as I devour him. He moves us to the sofa and drags me into his lap as we continue kissing.

“I need you,” I tell him.

“I need you, too,” he confesses as I start to grind against his dick. “How do I want you so much?” he asks as he slides his dick between my folds. “I can’t get enough of kissing you, it’s like you’re a new drug and I’m addicted.”

I know how he feels. I continue to rub myself over the tip of him. The man’s thick, and I know he”s going to stretch me good, so I need to lube him up. I let myself slide over him further and he hisses as my wetness starts to engulf him.

“I think I want to keep you,” he whispers as I continue to slide myself over his dick, his thickness stretching me. The burn feels so good as I hiss and moan until he is fully set deep inside me.

“You feel so fucking tight, your cunt is strangling me,” he curses as he moves his hips and sinks deeper inside.

“Fuck,” I cry as my nails dig into his shoulders at the intensity of him.

“You can take me. Now fuck my cock and show me how much you want it,” he teases with a dirty smirk.

I’ll show him.

I slide nearly all the way off him and then slam down again, both of us groaning. His hand moves to my back and undoes my bra, then throws it behind us somewhere. Those large hands palm my breasts, and he pinches my nipples, making me squeeze him tighter.

“That’s it, let me see those tits bounce,” he states, letting go as I bounce on him like I’m fucking a pogo stick. His dark eyes are laser-focused on my breasts as they bounce in time with me. Guessing he’s a boob guy, I make them bounce even more, putting on a show for him, which has him biting his lip, mesmerized. He then leans forward and sucks a nipple into his mouth as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close to him, then he does the same with the other. “Your tits are fire,” he mumbles as he continues to lave on each one. Throwing my head back, I arch myself into him and continue to ride him. He’s so deep. He’s hitting places no other man has before. Then I feel his fingers run over my throbbing clit and I know I’m done for. His lips and tongue on my tits, his thick cock pounding inside me, and now his magic fingers doing their job and I know I’m not going to be able to take the sensations for any longer.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I scream as he pushes me over the edge.

“Fuck,” he curses, my internal walls clamping down against his dick as I come all over it. “Fuck, yes, fuck,” he curses as he follows right behind me, pumping himself inside me.

My face burns, finally remembering some of what we did together. My thighs clench, and the ache that his dick left between them simmers to the surface as I step out of the lift.

I suck in a deep breath. You’ve got this. You’re going to walk in there, demand you both go down to the chapel and get them to annul this farce of a marriage. I’m sure there are many people who have woken up the next day and regretted getting married. My hand comes up and knocks loudly on Alessandro’s door. Come on, answer it.

The door next to his suite opens and I still, my stomach falling out from beneath me.

“Message me when you can get away from your friends and we can—” the deep voice starts before he’s cut off.

“Nat? What the hell?”

Oh no.

No.

I turn my head slowly and see Savannah standing there in last night’s clothes with Romeo Conti standing behind her.

What the hell?

Just then, Alessandro’s door opens.

“Oh, look, Nico, it’s my wife,” he shouts, sounding drunk.

“What in the hell did you say?” Romeo asks, stepping out of his suite with just a pair of shorts on, showing off an array of tattoos over his well-defined body. Wasn’t expecting that from him.

“Shit,” Alessandro curses.

“Fuck,” his friend adds behind him before he bursts out laughing, and then Alessandro does, too.

“Are you drunk?” I turn and stare at Alessandro who is leaning against the door.

“Yes. I got some bad news.”

“Same,” I say, narrowing my eyes on him.

“Babes, are you okay?” Savannah asks, looking between Alessandro and me.

“What are you doing here, Fiorenzo?” Romeo sneers.

“This has nothing to do with you. I need to talk to your brother,” I tell him.

“No,” he says, storming over to where I stand. I back up a couple of steps.

“Hey, don’t you dare touch my wife,” Alessandro says, placing his hands on his brother’s chest.

“Wife? What the hell are you talking about? How drunk are you?”

His friend starts to laugh again, and this time, he is holding his stomach as he almost falls over from it.

“Yeah, my wife. Apparently, we got married last night,” he tells his brother.

Savannah gasps. “You got married?”

I didn’t want anyone to find out about my drunken mistake, and now it’s turning into something bigger than I wanted it to be. It’s going to get much bigger in a week’s time when the magazine drops their exclusive of our wedding.

“Can we talk about this inside?” I ask.

“Yes, come on in,” Alessandro slurs as he holds the door open for us.

Savannah walks past and links her hand with mine as we walk into the room. I appreciate her support.

“Were you slinking out of Romeo Conti’s room?” I whisper to her.

“Yes. But I don’t think you can judge me right now.” She chuckles.

She’d be right.

“What the hell is going on?” Romeo demands as he stares at his brother and his friend.

“Well, Rome, apparently I married Natalia last night, and now I am drinking the memories away,” Alessandro explains.

Rude much? “Wish I could forget the memories, too,” I grumble as I take a seat on the sofa.

Romeo pinches his nose. “Let me get this straight, a Conti and a Fiorenzo got married last night?”

“Yep,” Alessandro says, raising his glass in the air.

“You married your enemy last night?” Savannah whispers to me.

“Apparently. I’ve only just found out. I don’t remember.”

“It’s the universe doing crazy things,” his drunk friend says from the bar, waving his glass in the air.

“What did you do to him?” Romeo says, pointing his finger at me.

“Hey, back up, Rome, that’s my bestie,” Savannah says, standing up and putting herself between us.

“Babe, you don’t get it. This woman is evil, her whole entire family is,” Romeo tries to explain to her.

How fucking dare he.

“Just because your dick was inside me doesn’t mean you have the right to talk about my friends like that. My best friend, Paige, is marrying Nat’s brother and that makes her family. If you mess with my family, I’m going to mess with you,” she tells him.

That’s my girl.

Rome raises a surprised brow at Savannah. “I appreciate you sticking up for your friend but she’s a Fiorenzo.”

“And you’re a Conti, so?” Sav adds.

“Our families are enemies,” he tries again to explain.

“Well, guess what? It looks like now you’re no longer enemies, you’re family. Because your brother just married my friend,” Savannah explains.

“I like her,” Alessandro’s friend calls out.

“Fuck off, Nico,” Romeo says.

Nico chuckles and continues to make drinks behind the bar, then brings them out. “Think you all need to catch up. It’s going to make the situation feel so much better,” he says, giving me a wink as he hands me a glass.

I take a sip and cough. Wow, I wasn’t expecting straight tequila.

“I don’t understand,” Romeo says, then throws back the drink Nico gave him, clearly agitated.

“Welcome to the club. Apparently, Fiorenzo and I got so drunk last night that we thought it was a good idea if we got married. Don’t ask me why, I can’t seem to locate those memories right now, but we did,” Alessandro explains.

I wish I was his level of drunk to be dealing with this.

“And why are you here, then? Are you going to extort my brother?” Romeo turns and asks me.

“I came here to ask your brother for an annulment and for us to agree to never tell anyone. I was hoping this mistake would never see the light of day,” I tell him.

“Nope, no, no. Not going to happen,” Alessandro states loudly.

“What’s not going to happen?” I ask him.

“The annulment.”

“What do you mean no? Neither one of us wants to be married to the other,” I argue with him.

Those slate-green eyes land on me and narrow. “If you want an annulment, you need to tell your brothers to kill the deal with Emerald Hotels,” he says, sounding very sober while telling me that.

“What deal? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I explain to him.

“Those are my terms,” he says, folding his arms.

Romeo bursts out laughing as he looks between the two of us.

“Seems unreasonable,” Savannah states.

“I’m being very reasonable,” Alessandro says smugly.

“And if I don’t?” I ask through gritted teeth. Never in my life have I wanted to murder someone more than I do right now.

“Then I’ll release our wedding pictures and tell the world we are married.” He grins, crossing his arms as if he’s checkmated me.

“You wouldn’t?”

“I very much would. Wonder who this would hurt more in the press?” He sneers.

I stand up, my face red with anger. “You’re going to rue the day you ever pushed me, Conti. Mark my words.” And with that, I turn on my heels and leave the suite.

“Romeo, lose my number,” Savannah says, joining me as we storm out of the room, slamming the door behind us. The lift arrives seconds later and as soon as I step in and those doors close, I break down.

“Babe, I’m so sorry,” Savannah says, wrapping her arms around me.

“I’ve ruined everything,” I sob.

“No, you haven’t. Those asshole Conti’s have. Now I get why your family hates them. Using your misfortune for their gain. Disgusting,” she says, her embrace tightening.

“I can’t ruin Paige and Gio’s holiday with this.”

“You won’t, I promise. I’ll be by your side every step of the way. It’s only three more days and then it’s done.”

“They are going to hate me. I know my brothers and father have been working on this deal for months, and now because of me, they are going to lose it.”

Savannah squeezes me tightly. “I’m sure they will understand. Your family loves you, they will not put money over their love for you.”

“It’s more than just money, Sav. My father has dreamed of owning these hotels. He isn’t getting any younger, his health isn’t good. I can’t take that away from him,” I explain to her.

“I know. Look, we don’t have to do anything today.”

“What about Gio and Paige? I can’t ruin their weekend,” I ask her.

She shakes her head. “Let’s get through these next couple of days celebrating them, and then you can worry about it when you get home. In the meantime, we can come up with something.”

“I can’t believe I did it,” I sob.

“Vegas makes people crazy,” she says.