Chapter 10
CHAPTER 10
C armella
As soon as I’d admitted the words, he captured my mouth just as he’d done before, only this time, I didn’t immediately shut down.
The fire had already rekindled, searing nerve endings as he flicked his tongue across the seam of my mouth. I didn’t need to be pushed to allow him in voluntarily, savoring the taste of expensive scotch and whatever candy he’d consumed before coming to deflower his mafia princess.
An explosion of emotions as well as another round of twisted electricity countered every second of uncertainty. Alejandro pulled me from the edge of the vanity, using both hands and digging his fingers into the flesh of my ass cheeks. When he pulled me tightly against his body, I shuddered inwardly from the way he was pressing his thick cock into my lower stomach.
My God, the man was thick and hard.
The crinkling sound of the stiff dress allowed me to moan into his mouth. He wasn’t finished devouring my lips yet, enjoying dominating my tongue as I did nothing more than cling to him.
While my muscles were tense, my pussy was throbbing, the scent of my desire was evident by the scent wafting between us. Up to this point, I would have been embarrassed from my state of arousal, but with this man everything felt entirely different.
As if maybe, just maybe I could allow my guard to fall.
The tiny tick in my brain reminded me that couldn’t happen, but for now, the kiss was an intimate reminder that passion still existed.
When he finally broke the kiss, we were both panting. There were no additional words to be said and little time to engage in carnal activity.
His smirk was sly, almost touched with a hint of evil as he grabbed the edges of my dress, tugging the heavy weight up the length of my legs. But he didn’t stop there, dropping to his knees in front of me.
I threw my head back, quickly glancing at the door. Oh, sweet Jesus. I’d never done anything as impetuous as this before. He wasn’t interested in wasting any time, immediately pressing his lips against the now soaked material of my black lace panties. I’d selected the color on purpose, using every slight method of acting out against the ridiculous arrangement I could.
He growled and didn’t seem fazed that the many folds of the damn dress were already covering his head. The entire situation was ridiculous, but adorable at the same time.
As he paid full attention to my pussy, sucking on the thin material, I wrapped my arms around his silk- and satin-covered head.
Oh, my God. No man had ever made me come this way before. My ex hadn’t cared for oral sex in the least. He’d acted as if I should be the only one with something shoved into my mouth. I couldn’t stop panting, pointing my toes to avoid my calves from becoming cramped.
The moment he ripped my thong with his teeth, I yanked at the dress so I could tangle my fingers in his hair. Who cared if it was a mess? This was my wedding. I deserved to have a little fun at it. Right?
I bit back a laugh, closing my eyes and fisting a handful of his thick hair.
When he ripped the panties off me entirely, I bit my lower lip. This was entirely too sinful and something I wouldn’t forget easily. There was no reason a wave of embarrassment washed over me, but my face was suddenly hot.
Yet as soon as his thick, long tongue swiped the length of my pussy, I couldn’t care less if anyone in the entire congregation dropped by. Maybe I was being foolish, but the twisted moment was exactly what I needed to abate my nerves.
Every sound he made was guttural and as he drove his tongue past my swollen folds, I was certain I’d erupt. Somehow, he’d sensed I was close to climaxing, pulling out and shifting his attention to my clit.
When he pulled the tender bud between his teeth, I threw my head back and did what I could to keep from ripping hair from his head. I bucked against him involuntarily and he slipped one hand under the dress, lifting my leg as far as the damn material would allow.
He was so forceful in his actions I had to throw my hand back onto the vanity, struggling to find the edge so I could hold on.
He was voracious in his actions, driving several fingers deep inside. The moment he flexed them open, a slight flutter I’d already felt in my core began to build. I could swear my butterflies had been replaced by 757s with the way I had difficulty catching my breath.
He continued to slow his rhythm, speeding up again at just the right moment. He didn’t know me at all yet knew exactly what my body needed. I was tossed back and forth to the brink of nirvana and yanked away again. But the pressure continued to build.
Alejandro seemed to sense I couldn’t stop the eruption of vibrations. He feasted greedily, lapping my juice until there was no control left in my body.
“Oh, my God. Oh… My… God.”
He was reenergized by my exclamation, using both hands, crunching his fingers into my ass cheeks as he buried his face into my wetness.
It wasn’t fair for a man to be so dangerously annoying and so defiantly seductive at the same time.
Panting, he refused to stop licking and sucking until I’d finished shaking.
“Open your eyes for me, my sweet bride. Keep them on me.”
He stood and backed away and I did my best to keep my eyes open. He never blinked, not even once as he unfastened his belt, deftly unzipping his trousers. The fact he wasn’t bothering to remove his jacket or roll up his sleeves brought another sinful series of thoughts into my mind.
I was forced to hold onto the edge of the vanity with both hands, my legs still wobbling as my pussy throbbed continuously. There was something deliciously filthy about watching him lower his trousers and boxer shorts in a room in the middle of the church. What we were doing was a sin, blasphemous.
I simply smiled from the thought and when he finally released his cock, I sucked in my breath.
“Do you like what you see?” How could his voice be any huskier than it was before? The deep, rich tone had captured me as if in a soft blanket.
“Yes.” Why bother lying? He had the most beautiful cock of any man I’d ever seen.
“Do you want my dick inside of you?”
I licked my bottom lip in appreciation. “Yes.”
“Then you need to tell me what you want, Carmella. Don’t take too long. I’m not a patient man.”
Up until that moment, I hadn’t noticed my thong remained in his hand. The man decided to further tease me by bringing the handful of material to his mouth and nose. When he inhaled deeply, I moaned.
His eyes had never closed. Not once.
He was huge, so much so I was worried he’d split me open. The thought made my legs shake to the point I was fearful I’d fall to the cool tile.
“Fuck me, Alejandro. Stick your big, fat cock deep inside.”
He shoved the ripped lace into his jacket pocket before taking a single long stride forward. There was nothing gentle about his actions. He lifted me off the floor, spreading my legs wide open. As soon as he pushed his cockhead against my pussy lips, I struggled to reach under my dress, finally managing to position the tip against the perfect spot.
“I’m not going to be gentle.”
“I don’t want you to be. Just fuck me.”
Instead of being the brute I’d anticipated him to be, he moved slowly, sliding a couple of inches inside. Dress and all, I wrapped my legs around him, pushing back on the table in an act of encouragement.
“Don’t hold back. I won’t break.” I was barely whispering at this point, my voice so hoarse I had no idea how I’d manage to speak my vows.
My emotions were all over the place as a rush of wet heat wrapped around me. He thrust the remainder of his cock inside and my pussy muscles screamed from being forced to take something so huge. Every inch of my body was consumed by pleasure from the sensations of his cock throbbing deep inside.
When he pulled out and slammed into me again, I was certain every nerve ending was now on fire. I’d never felt something so extreme, the ignition switch blown off. He was rougher with his actions, enjoying the way I was bucking against him. Every savage plunge awakened another part of me, every new thrust starting a new and more intense fire.
Every sound we made was primal and when he lifted his head, the way we locked eyes was almost a telling statement. But I wasn’t certain of the meaning. At least not just yet. What I did know was the gaze was another limitless moment of passion shared between us.
He jerked my butt to the very edge of the table, pushing me back so my head was close to hitting the mirror. As he leaned over, planting his hands on either side of me, a slow smirk crawled across his face.
We were similar creatures, our carnal needs suiting each other. As he continued grinding into me, a constant throbbing formed in my core. My pussy ached from his size, my nipples hard and swollen. Why did I have a sense he knew exactly what he’d done to me, unraveling me in a way that I wouldn’t recover from?
As soon as an orgasm began to sweep up from the very tip of my toes, I eased my head back until it was resting on the glass, muttering his name over and over again. His body tensed, his actions becoming more savage. The man was close to coming, but he refused until I relented.
Just as the climax rushed into my system, he fisted my perfectly coiffed hair, tugging me upright so he could crush his entire mouth over mine. Every muscle was deadlocked, every tendon stretched as the orgasmic moment swept through me.
I was pitched into a sea of lust and continued need that left me panting and unbridled.
The wave was incredible, leaving me with vibrant stars running across my field of vision. I was still riding the tsunami-like surf when his body stiffened even more.
“Fuck. Yes!” Unable to help himself, he bellowed the two words before laughing softly as he erupted deep inside. When he finally lowered his head, his eyes now hooded, I sensed a change in him.
Or maybe it was within myself.
And for some reason, I had to ask a single question.
“What the hell are we doing?”
* * *
Alejandro
I hadn’t gone into the room with the intention of fucking my soon to be wife. In fact, that had been the farthest thing from my mind. The necklace was the single suggestion I’d taken from Don Lupini, figuring it wouldn’t hurt since a ruby was her favorite gem. That was the last suggestion the man would make about my wife.
Things were chilly between us, the conversation awkward. However, I’d made my point and as of yet, Matheas hadn’t attempted to challenge my warning. That was a good thing. I wasn’t in the mood to play games with anyone.
“You look stressed,” Gio said just before I headed down the aisle to take my place. Carmella’s half-brother, Michael was serving as my best man, her half-sister as the maid of honor. While the procession was small, the guest list was extensive.
“I am. I don’t like this. Is everything in place?” I’d made certain decisions on my own, keeping the details locked down. Whether or not I used the alternative plan would remain undetermined. But I’d know when and if it was needed.
He nodded and did what I was doing, scanning the crowd from the back of the church. “Yes, just as you ordered. Don Santorelli might be furious with the change in plans. You know Don Lupini will be incensed.”
“As if I care. Our Don will thank me should I manage to save his family.”
“Now, your family.”
“Don’t remind me,” I said through gritted teeth.
“By the way, you smell like sex.” He grinned and I gave him a hard look, refusing to respond. Her scent lingered, her perfume firmly imbedded into my nostrils.
Goddamn, the woman had been wet.
“She does belong to me, Gio. Stay alert. Come to me if you notice anything.”
“Will do. Good luck.”
Luck wasn’t what I needed. I took long strides down the red velvet carpet, keeping my eyes pinned on the stained-glass replica of Christ holding court on the back wall. It felt blasphemous as hell to be inside the church. I was almost surprised my body hadn’t burst into flames.
I still couldn’t wrap my mind around the edges of the carnage about to develop even though the taste of her sweet pussy lingered in my mouth and on my tongue. My cock ached from the roughness in the way I’d taken her. But the throbbing wasn’t about pain, but the need to repeat the actions all over again.
The church was filled with useless people, all of whom were carrying plastic smiles like the one Carmella had worn for days. She was beautiful, more so now that I’d had a chance to fuck her.
But I sensed the intelligent, vivacious woman would never kowtow to me or anyone else. The thought kept me hot all over.
I wasn’t religious in the least, although my mother had been a devout Catholic. As the priest droned on and on, the ceremony grating on my nerves, I studied Carmella’s face. It was flushed from our act of aggressive passion as well as uncertainty about what the fuck was going on.
The one thing I’d come to realize was that her compliance was absolutely critical in how the next hand was played. If she acted as if hatred was the only thing on her mind, I couldn’t put it past her to divulge information that was privy to the two family organizations. That simply couldn’t be allowed.
Did I truly believe fucking her once like some animal was going to keep her in line? Hell, no. What I did hope was that she’d be more compliant to discussions instead of constant bickering.
Even then I had my doubts.
When the priest finally made it to the part of us exchanging our vows, I decided to spice things up a little by tugging her still wet thong from my pocket. Only she could see the act, unless the priest was paying close attention, but her face and neck became inflamed immediately anyway.
By the toss of her venomous eyes, I sensed we weren’t out of the woods yet with whatever we were going to consider our relationship.
If there was to be one.
Carmella purposely looked away, issuing the sacred vows through gritted teeth. Sex between us was one thing, but marriage took away a portion of her control. I got that. I just couldn’t care. With the rings exchanged, all that was left was the kiss and whatever prayers the priest was required to do.
With no veil, I’d been able to keep my eye on her lovely face. Now her features were pinched, the crimson covering her skin only moments before already shifting to ashen white. When the guidance was issued for us to kiss, she tensed completely, but my sweet Firesong easily played her part, sliding her hands over my shoulders.
The kiss was chaste at first, exactly as every other. Boring ceremony highlights. However, I couldn’t help myself, pulling her into an arc and thrusting my tongue inside. She didn’t fight me, but I was fairly certain that would come later.
There were plenty of gasps, but as soon as I righted her, at least a few dozen people clapped. My lovely new bride did nothing more than give me a fierce warrior-like look.
“You are a bastard,” she whispered.
“Absolutely. Never forget that.” I kept my head lowered, enjoying another sensual whiff of our combined desire. “And you are a very bad girl going without your chaste lingerie at your wedding.”
She smiled and leaned in, providing the audience with another opportunity to bask in our fake passion. “Perhaps you should remember I am very bad. But not in the way you’re thinking.” She rubbed her finger across my lips and I managed to surprise her, capturing the long digit in my mouth. There were other sounds coming from a few of the guests as I sucked on her finger.
Carmella kept her smile, acting as if this was normal behavior.
But seconds later we were interrupted by the organist starting the selected recessional piece, ‘Ode to Joy.’ I slipped my arm around her waist, keeping a firm hold as she attempted to briskly walk down the aisle. She needed to take a few extra minutes, allowing her guests to enjoy seeing our happy faces. Both Michael and Amber were waiting for us, the two young individuals doing their part. It was obvious their father had explained how they were required to act.
Once we were at the back of the church and out of watchful eyes, she pulled away, even cursing under her breath.
Amber immediately walked toward her, both women whispering softly.
Gio appeared from the shadows, the look on his face what I’d hoped not to see.
He was issuing a warning.
“What’s happening?” I asked, keeping my voice low.
“I don’t like what I’m seeing and hearing.”
“Are the decoys in place?”
“They are. We just need to get you both out of your clothes.”
I turned to Carmella, who’d caught our conversation. When I tried to grab her elbow, she took a decided step backwards.
Amber backed away, immediately turning her head toward Gio. Additional soldiers appeared, two of Lupini’s men along with three of mine.
“Take Amber and Michael to safety.” My instructions were immediately met with response, the five men moving toward the kids.
Amber threw out her hand. “What?”
Carmella stepped in front of her, giving me a harsh glare. “What the hell is going on?”
“We have a situation. There’s been a change in plans. Come with me.”
She shook her head. “Not unless you tell me what the fuck is going on.”
“Carmella. Is everything okay?” Michael asked.
“You and your sister need to listen to me. Everything is fine, but go with the men. They will ensure you won’t be in harm’s way.” I was direct, giving both Amber and Michael a stern look.
“Hold on here. They’re not going anywhere. You need to talk to me.” Carmella was going to make every aspect of our new life together difficult. Our closeness from before simply didn’t matter. “Where is my son?”
“I’ll explain when we’re safely out of the building. I assure you that your family will be protected and safe. But we need to do this now.”
“Tell me where my fucking son is or I’m not going anywhere.”
I was growing increasingly frustrated. “He’s been taken to a safe alternate location. You will be reunited with him, but only after we are in a protected area.”
Carmella kept shaking her head, her breathing becoming more labored. “Go with the men. I’ll be alright,” she told her sister and brother.
“What about Mom and Dad?” Amber was very much like her big sister.
“I promise you nothing will happen to either Matheas or Sasha. Just trust me.”
Carmella gave them a nod, allowing the men to guide them to a preselected safe location. As soon as they were out of earshot, she laughed. “Trust you? You must be out of your mind. The last thing I can do is to trust you.”
I crowded her space, no longer surprised from the crackling electricity heating my blood. “You’ll need to learn, Carmella. I might be the only one who can save your life.”