3. Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Emilio
W atching Serena from a distance is an impossible task. If one more motherfucker comes up and puts his hands all over her body, I'm going to break his fingers or his kneecaps. Thinking of the asshole who groped her a few minutes ago, while I had to stand around the corner and watch quietly, makes my jaw clench and my hands ball into fists.
I've never been the jealous type, but if I see her smile at him again, I'm going to rip his arms off and beat him with them. I'm tired of pretending I don't want her. Sure, she's a pawn in my revenge scheme, but I crave the sensation of her body squirming beneath mine, and I refuse to deny myself any longer.
Standing behind a tree in the grounds, I wait. I'm dressed as a wedding guest, but I don't want my presence to be obvious, especially when I wasn't exactly invited.
Serena's footsteps echo softly as she enters the tranquil gazebo. Taking a moment to soak in the serene atmosphere, she settles herself on a decorative bench. The warm glow of the wedding reception lights illuminates the space, casting a gentle radiance on her surroundings. Everyone is inside eating and dancing or drinking. The sound of music and chatting, as well as laughter, emanates from inside.
Serena Martinelli is so beautiful that I get lost staring at her. She's so young compared to my thirty-eight years. Her black hair cascades down in lustrous waves, reflecting a subtle sheen under the moonlight.
Over the last few months, as I watched her, it was as if I'd become hypnotized by her beauty. When I wasn't with her, I had a team of guards following her. After all, I have to protect my future wife.
Once I’m certain everyone is inside and distracted by the happy couple, I make my way silently over to the gazebo, coming up behind Serena. Thankfully, she doesn't hear me approach as I reach into my pocket and grab the cloth, placing it over her mouth and nose. Her eyes widen in fear and her body tenses as the drug takes effect.
"Shhh… Serena. You're okay. Relax," I whisper into the shell of her ear. Within a few seconds, her eyes drift closed, and I lift her into my arms, carrying her as if she's my bride. "Don't worry, you soon will be," I murmur.
With my sleeping beauty nestled in my arms, a sense of calm settles over me. She feels like she was made to be there. I've waited so long to hold her and feel her soft skin.
What started as revenge and hate has transformed into something more—a feeling that consumes me and occupies my every waking moment. My obsession has spiraled into an addiction.
As I push through the dense trees behind the venue, moonlight filtering through the leaves in silvery streaks, the air cools and dampens our skin. Instinctively, I hold her body closer to me, infusing her unconscious body with my warmth. The scent of moss, pine needles, and leaves hangs heavy and sweet in the air.
After a few moments of walking, I see the car idling on the next road over. Antonio is standing beside the car, holding the back door open. I dip low and settle in the back seat, positioning Serena in my lap. Bending down, I kiss her on the forehead. "You are mine now, pequena tormenta, Little Storm . You will always be mine." Running my nose along her throat, I inhale her vanilla scent. Finally, I have her velvety skin beneath my fingertips. If Antonio wasn't in the car, I'd fuck her bare right here in the back seat.
My cock hardens as I feel the weight of my woman in my lap. The thought of burying myself inside her consumes me. Soon, baby girl. Soon. I adjust myself and try to gain control of my thoughts, knowing there are things I need to do to put my plan into motion.
As Antonio, my second-in-command, gets behind the wheel, I let him know exactly where I want to go. "Stop at St. Mary's. We have another wedding to attend."
Antonio looks in the rearview mirror as he drives off, laughing at the inside joke. My heart pounds at the knowledge that, soon, Serena will be mine and only mine. I can't wait.
After handing a wad of cash to the priest at St. Mary's, the wedding goes off without a hitch. So much planning went into ensuring it would. Forging her signature was the easy part; all it took was the acquisition of a few of her client’s contracts, then paying a forger to add her signature to our marriage license and certificate. Plus, there was no need for a full-blown ceremony since Serena couldn't say I do while she was unconscious.
As soon as the ceremony is over, the priest leaves us and goes straight into the confession box, which I find quite amusing. He didn't mind taking the wad of cash that I bribed him with, but then he has to go ask God for forgiveness for what he's done. Such hypocrisy is one of the reasons why I don't do religion.
Looking down at my beautiful wife lying on the church pew, I move her hair back from her face with my hand, placing a tender kiss on her forehead. This woman makes me feel things I was never supposed to feel. She looks so soft and sweet; it makes me want to love her and give her the world.
I almost feel guilty that she's caught in this war between her brothers and I, but I'm not a good man. Guilt isn't an emotion that concerns me. She's their weakest link, and they left her unprotected because she seemed to want a normal lifestyle. That won’t be what she gets. Her brothers are so obsessed with their women that they neglected to watch their sister closely. A mistake that will prove to be their downfall.
Running my hand down the side of her face, I admire her smooth skin, her silky hair, and her full lips. This woman is a beauty to behold. Our children are going to be perfect. Too bad the drugs haven't worn off yet. I would love to see her gorgeous eyes; though, I don’t doubt they’d have fire in them from the rage I know she'll feel toward me.
She's a wedding planner, and I didn't even allow her to plan her own wedding. The way we got married, she didn't get a wedding at all. That's something I will have to fix one day. Depending on how this pans out, I may give her the wedding of her dreams. Or it could end in a bloodbath where I don't survive. If I go down, I'm taking Serena and her brothers with me.
Serena Martinelli, now Esposito, is going to give me as many heirs as I demand from her. She's completely mine, and I can't wait to defile her and make sure Gio and Marcello know exactly how filthy I've made her.
They thought they could come in and destroy what belonged to me, take my birthright, and walk away with no consequences. The price they will pay is high, and they don't even know it yet.
With Antonio prepared to drive us home, I lift my bride and take her out of St. Mary's. Again, I hold her in my lap, close to my body, with our foreheads touching. I want to always be touching her, skin to skin. If I could crawl inside of her soul, I would.
After a few moments, I reach down into my pocket, retrieving the ring I picked out for her and place it on her finger. Excitement floods my body as I realize Serena now has my last name. Soon she's going to have my seed as well.
Carrying her through the front door, I kick it closed behind me and go upstairs to our bedroom. There's a sense of relief in having her home and in my bed where she belongs.
I lay her down on our bed, clouded in the softest bedding I could find for my Little Storm to snuggle up in. The drugs are still going to take several hours to wear off, and that leaves time for me to explore my wife's body.
Delicately undressing her, I savor the scent of flowers and sweetness that surrounds her. Just looking at her perfectly toned body, shaped in the classic hourglass figure, has me rock hard. The desire to fuck her is so intense I can barely stop myself from rutting in her like a rabid animal, but for now, I want to explore her. Once she's awake, she's going to be fighting mad, and I won't have complete control of her body for a while. Though as soon as I do, I intend to repeatedly breed her until she has been destroyed.
Starting at her lips, I run my tongue over them, tasting her, eventually shoving my tongue into her mouth and taking the kiss I desperately want.
I've dreamed of doing this for weeks while watching my wife on camera. She tastes the perfect balance of salty and sweet as I run my tongue down the side of her neck, licking and sucking as I go. Using my hands, I massage one breast, then the other. Running my tongue around the nipple, I continue to revel in the feel of her silky skin. God, I want to climb inside of her.
When I reach the place between her thighs, I look closely. She's completely bare and has the prettiest pussy I've ever laid eyes on. Even though she's unconscious, her pussy is glistening with juices from her desire. Her body wants mine even if she doesn't know it yet.
Leaning forward, I take in the musky scent with a hint of Serena's body wash. Unable to stop myself, my tongue jets out and swipes down the length of her lips, lapping up the sweet juices that have gathered there. My dick is harder than it's ever been and my balls ache. Needing to relieve some tension, I take my hard cock out and run my hand down the shaft. Placing it at her entrance, I put just the tip inside, not wanting to break her hymen, which I hope remains completely intact. If it isn't, I'm going to kill every man who’s ever been inside of her.
The feeling of the tip of my cock sliding inside her wet pussy is the singularly most erotic sensation I have ever felt, and I can’t hold back the loud moan that escapes me. She's so tight that she's strangling my dick. Pulling completely out and carefully thrusting back in, I gently fuck my wife. As I look down to where we are intimately connected, I chuckle to myself. Who would have thought ‘just the tip’ would apply to me and my wedding night.
Since the drugs still have her rendered unconscious, she doesn't resist as I lift her leg higher on my hip so I can hit a different part inside of her. Staying shallow is so hard and I almost lose control. Something primal roars to life inside of me, dark and consuming as I take what belongs to me, but without breaking her innocence. My longing for her is unlike anything I've ever felt. And it’s not just limited to Serena's body; I also yearn for her mind and soul. I want every breath she breathes. I want her to be as addicted to me as I am to her.
She's become so wet I can hear her juices as our skin gently slaps together. Continuing to thrust gently and cautiously, I refrain from pushing too deep inside, but it’s testing the limits of my patience. Only an inch of my nine-inch cock is inside of her. I want to be so deep inside my wife that I pierce her soul.
Grabbing one of her tits, I massage them and suck one into my mouth. They are the perfect size and are gorgeous, with their dusky pink, perky nipples. A vision of them round and full with milk floods into my mind, and my imagination goes into overdrive.
When my cock explodes, white cum shoots out of the tip in ribbons and I try to get as much as I can inside of her. What isn't inside, I shove back in with my fingers, not willing to waste a drop. I push it in as deeply as possible, feeling her hymen still intact beneath my fingertips.
As I fill her with my essence, praying that my new wife will conceive an heir for me, a sinister smile stretches across my face.