Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
NEVIO
T he morning is absolute chaos.
The house is packed, there are people everywhere, all rushing in different directions, making a noise, shouting, laughing, drinking.
I need to get everyone out of here and to the venue within an hour.
I stand in the middle of my living room, unsure of what to do next.
Lucia brushes past me, then steps back to me. “There you are. Gosh, I’ve been looking everywhere. Ok good, you’re dressed.”
“Where is Dalila? Aren’t you supposed to be helping her get ready?”
“Yes, dumbass. I am helping her. I just came to tell you we are heading through to the hotel at the venue. Are you going to get all of her brothers there in one piece?” She looks around at the chaos, her eyes wide. “It’s odd, isn’t it - that this wedding seems more crazy than the first time you married her?”
I chuckle. “It does, right?”
“Ok, well, we are leaving. Don’t be late.”
She disappears, and I shove my hands in my pockets. I’ll be there on time. I don’t have a singled doubt about that. But Tuomo and Red have been taking tequila shots and I’m wondering if they are going to make it.
Although, they both look like they are handling it just fine.
I sigh.
Mas comes up next to me, gripping my arm.
“Relax man. Don’t worry about this mess. I’ll sort everything out here. If you want to go ahead to the venue, you can. I’ll make sure the caterers are ready for our return party.”
“You sure?” I ask, because I really, really want to get out of here. There are too many people and there is too much going on.
“I’m sure. Go.”
With relief I leave the house, grabbing my tuxedo jacket on the way to the car.
I cannot wait to marry her again. And I want this to be the most special day for her — but I hate all of this attention.
I just want her to be happy. I want to celebrate with her. And I know she is loving every moment of this day. She’s been excited about it for weeks.
I pull out my phone in the car and message her.
Me: I’m thinking about you. I can’t wait to see you.
Lila: I’m so excited. I love my dress and my flowers. I love everything about today. Can’t wait to marry you again.
Me: Is my sister being a pain in the ass or is she helping you?
Lila: You’ll never believe it. She kept the penny - from our first wedding. I left it in her shoe, and she found it and she kept it. It’s in my shoe again.
I chuckle. Lucia really is sentimental. I’ll have to have that coin framed.
Me: A Six pence for your shoe. Keep it safe. It’s been with us since the beginning.
Lila: And forever.
T he church is overflowing with guests when the organ music plays.
A hushed silence falls across the room as everyone turns towards the doors.
Lila steps inside in the most beautiful dress ever.
It hugs her waist, flaring out around her like a soft cloud, moving and swirling over her body like waves caressing the shoreline.
The sleeveless bodice hugs her, accentuating her feminine, delicate shoulders, and that gorgeous plunging cleavage.
She walks towards me with the veil covering her face.
Memories flash through me.
The night I married her.
My heart always knew it was her.
I had no doubts, and now, seeing her walking towards me again, I know it all over again.
She was always meant to be mine.
This world knew the moment she was born that she would one day belong to me.
After the ceremony, there is a rather wild and fun party at our home.
The food is incredible; the champagne is flowing, and the guests are having the most amazing time.
I pull Lila up against me as we move on the dance floor set up in our garden. The massive white tents are filled with people and warmth.
“This day was perfect.” She grins up at me.
“It was perfect. But it’s not over yet.” I say.
“Are you sure? I’m exhausted and I can’t wait for everyone to go home.” She laughs and then looks around to check that no one heard.
“Who says we have to wait? Do you think they will even notice if we sneak off now and go to bed?”
“Nevio. Are you serious?” She grins, hoping I am.
I lift her in my arms. It’s past midnight and most of the people are too tipsy to care, anyway.
I carry her past the groups of people, talking and enjoying themselves, up the stairs, to our bedroom.
I close the door, locking it behind me.
She walks over to the bed, her back to me.
“I can’t take this off by myself.” She glances over her shoulder.
“Perhaps we should leave it on, then? You look beautiful in it.”
“Wait till you see what’s underneath.”
My heart beats wildly in my chest. I step behind her and drag the invisible zip down over her spine, over the curve of her ass. The wedding dress falls open and drifts down her body onto the floor around her feet.
I clench my jaw.
“Holy fuck.” I mutter, staring at her, letting my eyes take in the most heavenly sight.
“Do you like it?” she asks innocently, running her hands over the sheer white lace that barely hides any part of her at all, but somehow teases my body in ways I didn’t know was possible.
“Like it?” I shake my head. “No. I absolutely love it.” I grab her and pull her against me. She gasps in fright as I bend down, threading my arm through her legs, grabbing her ass, and lifting her off her feet.
“Oh, my word.” She squeals as I toss her onto the bed.
Then I grab her ankle and drag her closer to me again.
“Play with yourself.” I demand, looking down at her as I unbutton my shirt.
She bites her lower lip, sending shivers through me. I watch as her hand drifts over her stomach and between her legs. Her lips part as she brushes her delicate fingers over her pussy.
She gasps.
I yank my belt off and her eyes are on my cock, waiting for me to pull my pants down so that she can see. She’s hungry for me.
I watch her, my eyes drifting over the suspends holding up the white fishnets - she pulls her white lace panties to the side and dips her fingers inside herself.
My cock throbs.
I step out of my pants, naked, standing over her.
I lay on the bed, breathing in her scent, feeling the heat of her body.
“It’s my turn.” I growl as I spread her legs wide and push my cock inside her.
She cries out with pleasure, and I fuck her. I’m not gentle. This is not our first time together. I know what she wants.
I thrust into her, deep and hard, pushing her hips wider and opening her pussy all the way as I penetrate her.
The moans she is making are so loud our guests might hear, but clearly neither of us cares.
I fuck her until her legs are shaking, and her back is arching against me.
“Look at me when you come, baby girl.” Her eyes lock with mine as waves of pleasure pulse through her and her pussy clamps over my cock.
I explode inside her, growling.
We lay in each other’s arms, smiling.
She rolls over to look into my eyes.
“I love you, Nevio Armano.” She whispers.
“I love you, Dalila Armano.” I whisper back, then press my lips against hers so that I can taste her again.