Chapter 42
Rehearsal dinner was at the most exclusive restaurant in Chicago.
My family looked so proud of this marriage.
It was better this way. Pio Morrechi was a good-looking man with a promising future ahead of him.
It was an alliance based on my consent. I could still live comfortably while this marriage benefitted my family.
Luca was securing a tie to the Morrechi Family so that they wouldn’t turn against us.
Going ahead with this wedding wasn’t the happily ever after I wanted, but I needed this.
It was the only way not to be around my family’s control and away from Emilio.
I could tolerate seeing him occasionally, but constantly seeing the man you are in love with disregarding you was too much for me to bear.
Chicago’s elite came piling in, greeting and congratulating us.
Like Barbie and Ken, everyone complimented us on how picture-perfect we looked together—wearing a blush color mid-thigh high slit sheen satin dress pleated at the side with light boning at the waist giving the allusion of an hourglass body shape.
The thin shoulder straps and draped neckline accentuated my chest in the most elegant way.
Pio was dressed in a light grey designer suit with a matching blush color tie.
His skin was as fair as mine, and his blonde hair was neatly cut and styled.
“Do you want something at the bar?” Pio asked me.
“Pinot, please,” I smile in response.
I watched him approach the bartender and prayed that no one saw through this facade. Luca joins me as we both people watch.
“How is the soon-to-be bride?”
Smiling my hardest, I said, “Ready to walk down the aisle already.”
Luca seemed happy for me, but why was it making me feel guilty? I stopped seeing Emilio, so there was no reason why guilt was eating at me whenever I saw my brother.
“I’m proud of you, B.” Luca smiled.
“Not sure if I’ll like Connecticut.”
“If you want to stay in Chicago, just let me know. I’ll make it happen.”
I smile and then change the subject. “When do you find out about Aria and the baby?”
Luca shifted on his feet, “She’s set to come in a few days.”
“Are you nervous?”
“I try not to think about it.”
Despite the circumstances, there was a spark between them. Sometimes, I’d catch them looking at one another with such intensity it made me jealous. Not that Pio wasn’t good, but I couldn’t help but question his genuine feelings when his father forced him to propose after dating for a month.
“Excuse me, I’ll need to use the restroom.”
Pushing my way through the crowd, I use the private restroom that is only for Pio and me. Needing a minute to breathe before breaking down, I quickly try to shut the door behind me, but someone comes plowing in.
“What the hell!” I shout as I move out of the way of the door.
Emilio walks right in and swiftly backs me into the door, locking it.
We were face to face, and I felt the heat coming off his body as I stood in between his arms with his hands on the door.
Our eyes locked, each displaying a sense of anger.
My exposed open back against the cold wood door made me arch my chest forward.
Emilio’s line of vision drifted down to my breasts and was prompted forward.
He looked as though he wanted to suck on them.
Barely an inch apart, “You’re going through with it.”
“I am.”
“Because you want to?” Emilio asks, looking at me with fury eyes.
“He can give me what you can’t.” I held firm when I said the word, even though it killed me.
His eyes darkened while he stared deep into my eyes. Pushing off the door, he grabs my hand and makes me face the mirror above the sink counter.
“What are you doing?”
Emilio presses his body against mine as I face the mirror.
I could feel his chest go up and down from his breathing and his heart practically beating outside his body as we locked eyes through the mirror.
Placing his mouth by my ear, his hands grab my waist. One hand slides upward, touching my breast and making its way toward the thin strap of my dress, while the other hand slides downward the slit of my dress.
Simultaneously, one hand slowly slides the strap off my shoulder, following the fabric fall off my skin, then grabbing my exposed breast, while the other hand reaches under my dress, making its way under my lace panty and then grabbing my pussy.
Leaning back on him, I gasp and try to get out of his grip. “No,” I barely get out.
“Denying me, Bethany?” you could hear the lust pouring out of the sound of his voice into my ear.
“You can’t have me.” I manage to lean forward and off his body.
But he pulled me back in, “I can have you when I want.”
Looking away, “Not anymore.”
“Look at me and say it.”
Forcing my head up, I look at him through the mirror. “We are done. It’s what you wanted.”
Pressing his body further into mine and wrapping his hands around my hips, he whispers into my ear, “The first night you gave yourself to me, you’ve been mine. That’s not going to change.”
He entered more than one finger inside of me as he twisted and pulled my nipple.
I gasped for air and began panting. My heart was beating out my chest as his body was firmly against my back; his erection against my body was turning me on.
But I can’t give in no matter how much I want it. I’ve stayed strong for this long.
“Emilio–” his name panted out of my mouth.
Our eyes were locked in a stare, and he wasn’t looking for me to change his mind or accept the fact I was putting my foot down on this being over. But the wetter I was getting inching toward an orgasm, the harder it was to resist him.
“This has to stop,” I begged in a moan.
“You sure about that?” his voice was husky, and we both knew there was no going back now.
His thumb rubbed my clit, making my legs weak as his fingers continued to go in and out of me. My head fell back onto his chest in defeat. I place my hand on him, applying pressure, begging for him to enter further inside me.
Right as I was about to orgasm, there was a knock on the door. It shot me out of the moment when I heard who it was.
“Bethany, are you in there?” Pio’s voice carried through the door.
“Shit,” I let out the word in panic as I looked toward the door.
“Look at me,” Emilio demanded without a flinch.
How was he being so calm? This was my rehearsal dinner. My brother, fiancé, and all of Chicago were outside those doors.
“Bethany?” Pio repeated.
“Tell him you’re in here,” Emilio said into my ear as his other hand grabbed my exposed breast.
“No way,” I say in a low voice.
“Should I go open the door?” Emilio asked as he removed his hands from my body.
I knew he wasn’t bluffing, so I shouted, “I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Is everything okay in there?” Pio asked.
A smirk crossed Emilio’s face. He spun me around so I would face him. “Answer him.”
As I replied to Pio, Emilio was unbuckling his pants. Shaking my head, I tried to push past him, but he stood firm. Pulling out his erection, he then grabs me by the thighs and lifts me onto the countertop.
“I have your wine,” Pio went on.
“Okay,” I reply. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
Emilio plunged inside of me, causing me to gasp loudly as he aggressively pounded his dick inside me.
I cover my mouth with my hand. My legs wrapped around his waist, letting him take me as he wanted.
At the moment, I didn’t care if we were hiding in the bathroom, my fiancé was right outside the door, or my brother was nearby; I was devouring this moment for what it was.
Panting, moaning, and skin-to-skin were echoing in the room.
“On my command,” Emilio said.
Relentlessly fucking me, I wait for the okay even though I felt like my body was going to explode.
“Now, sweetheart.”
We both climaxed keeping as quiet as possible.
And when I finally caught my breath, I thought I’d feel some regret making it easy to walk away from this, but that wasn’t the case.
I don’t think I could ever quit. Still with my legs wrapped around Emilio, while he was still inside me, I heard the door open.
Emilio never locked it.