Chapter 2
Alessio
I paced in my room like a caged animal, trying to imagine the worst murders I’d committed so my erection would go away. I’d left my father’s study abruptly to avoid embarrassing myself. The last thing I’d expected upon meeting my future wife was my dick turning to iron.
My mind had been made up months ago. I would marry the Amano’s daughter to bring peace to my family and keep my mistress on the side. I’d give my parents two grandsons as they wished and be free to have as many women as I desired.
“You arrogant son of a bitch. Why did you touch her?” I scolded myself and stormed into my bathroom, unzipped my pants and released my angry cock.
Wrapping my hand around it firmly, I proceeded to relieve myself. I hadn’t ached so much in a long time. Not being a patient man, I had to take care of my own needs because it would take Cara a half an hour to get here and that was much too long.
Plus, I couldn’t risk my future wife and father-in-law seeing my lover.
I tried to imagine Cara’s large breasts squeezing my dick, but it didn’t work. In fact, thinking of her made my cock soften. Cazzo! What was happening to me?
Cara Clemente was the commoner I had been enjoying for years, while waiting for Giovanna to come of age to marry.
I’d kept things casual and unemotional with Cara. We fucked and we fucked a lot, just having a good time. She had curves for miles and a mouth I couldn’t get enough of. All along I’d planned to keep her as my mistress because I’d seen pictures of Giovanna and felt nothing for her.
But now, the more I thought of Cara, the softer I got. This couldn’t be happening to me!
Had that Amano woman with the smart mouth cast a spell on me? Was she a witch in sheep’s clothing with the smallest breasts I’d ever had in my hands? My mouth watered, wishing I could taste them.
Stop!
No!
Stop!
Giovanna didn’t have the kind of curves I drooled over. There was nothing about her I found attractive. My family hated her family. I’d vowed to make her pay for the decades of fighting we’d gone through and the many deaths at the hands of her family.
I pumped my cock faster, tightening my grip as I seethed over Giovanna Amano. Her words, did I stutter, came back to me. The gall of that woman to speak to me that way. It made me… Harder. Harder. Harder.
Her words assaulted me in the most erotic way…
You are the most disrespectful and arrogant man I have ever met.
Did I stutter?
You vile man!
Did I stutter? Did I stutter? Did I stutter?
A groan left my lips, and I closed my eyes as my release hit. I hadn’t come so hard by my own hand since I was a teenager. I’d always come inside a pussy, and in the past few years, Cara’s pussy.
My cum shot into the toilet and I hissed in disgust. Such a waste.
The next time I came would be inside my new little wife and we had better make a son because I refused to fuck her a second, third, or twentieth time.
And I wouldn’t have relations with Giovanna again until it was time to make our second son. Once I had two heirs, I’d be done with that stubborn, smart-mouthed woman.
Perhaps, I was being harsh, but I didn’t want this forced, arranged marriage, and it was easy to see she didn’t want it either.
Hell, we could both have lovers on the side if it pleased her. I wouldn’t object if she had a boy toy. Someone who kept her happy and out of my hair. And I would have Cara…
Cleaning up, I praised myself for thinking up such a brilliant idea. You’re the smartest man ever, Alessio.
Yes, we could have our private lives and in public, we’d pretend to be devoted and in love with each other.
It was a superb idea.
I’d do my duty and respect my father’s wishes, produce sons to keep our family line strong and growing. I understood the importance of having heirs and bringing peace to Italy. The Remotti and Amano families had been at war for too long, and I would be the one to put an end to it.
My family would gain respect and power, and our empire would increase tremendously.
I admired myself in the mirror as I washed my hands. Well done, Alessio. I smiled approvingly.
At dinner, I would share my ideas with Giovanna and tell her my expectations. Of course, I’d give her a chance to tell me hers as well. I wasn’t that inconsiderate.
A knock at my door stole my attention. “Alessio?” my father called.
I exited my bathroom and let him in. “Are our guests settled in their respective rooms?”
“Yes. I thought I’d check on you. She’s lovely, isn’t she?”
“Sure. I guess.” I shrugged and went to the bar cart to get us a glass of bourbon. I had a feeling he was staying for a while. “She certainly speaks her mind.”
“She does.” He laughed and sat in a club chair near my fireplace. “Reminds me of your mother.”
“There is no comparison.” I passed a glass to him. Nobody could rival my mother’s beauty or intelligence. “Mamma is one of a kind.”
“Yes. Yes. So you will marry Giovanna.” It wasn’t a question. Obviously, he approved of the union. It would do me no good to reject her now. He would just force me. “Soon.”
“How soon?” I sat across from him, casually crossed my leg over my knee, and sipped my drink.
But my stomach was twisting into knots. Of course, I wouldn’t show him how I truly felt.
My parents weren’t the kind who wasted a second.
While I wasn’t either, I also wasn’t in a rush. “Summer isn’t too far off.”
He pinned me in my chairs with an intense gaze. “Mamma said she only needs two days to have everything in order.”
“Two days?” I choked on my bourbon and coughed. “She can have four months. I’m sure Giovanna and her mother would like to be involved in the planning.”
Wait. What? Why would I speak on Giovanna’s and her mother’s behalf?
To buy me four more months, of course.
I didn’t care about Giovanna’s feelings. Or so I told myself. I was the future Don of my family, and I needed to be ruthless.
“I knew you liked her.” Papà smiled wide and lifted his glass, gesturing cheers. “Finally. We need new life running around.” Of course, all he cared about was having grandchildren.
“I like her well enough, I guess. But I’m not attracted to her. She’s so thin and…” I wouldn’t mention her lack of breasts to my father. He’d been there when I groped her. Not my finest moment, but I wanted to intimidate her. And embarrassingly failed.
“She’s young and her body will develop more once she’s pregnant. I’ll give you one week.”
“One week to what?”
“Get acquainted and marry her on La Festa degli Innamorati.”
I jumped out of my chair. “Was this your plan all along?”
“Don’t be so dramatic. It’s a romantic day. What better way to celebrate it than with a marriage?”
Maybe Americans got married on Valentine’s Day, but La Festa degli Innamorati wasn’t a traditional choice for a wedding.
“It’s a day for couples. For lovers. Not for a forced marriage,” I said, my voice slightly elevated. I was losing my cool and needed to pull myself together before he noticed.
And how had I not noticed what he was planning? Stupido!
“Arranged marriage.” He put his empty glass on the table. “Become her lover if it makes you feel better.”
“She’s a virgin. You want me to spoil her before the wedding?” Where had his old-world sensibilities gone? I was confident my mother would not approve.
Again, I didn’t care about Giovanna, I was only trying to buy myself time. Or so I believed.
“You’re so old fashioned, Alessio. These are modern times. It’s okay to have sex with your future wife. It’s not like her father, or I will question her virginity. The marriage is a done deal.”
I paced in front of him, thinking of Cara.
She knew one day I would take a wife, and that she would only ever be my mistress.
But even she had no idea it would happen so soon.
I hadn’t even secured a place for her to live so I could visit her.
She still lived in her family’s home. Naturally, she would not be welcome here anymore.
Not that she had been around my parents.
I’d snuck her in and out, so she never bumped into them or the staff.
“Stop thinking about your whore,” my father hissed through his teeth. “Break it off with her. I won’t have you shoving her in Giovanna’s face.”
I stopped hard and glared at him. “She is not a whore.”
“I don’t care what you call her. If I find out you’ve been with her, I will deal with her.”
The hair on my nape stood tall. “You would have her killed?”
“If necessary,” he replied casually. “Nobody will ever hinder our progress.”
“But what if Giovanna doesn’t care?”
“Oh, she’ll care. A strong woman wouldn’t let her husband disrespect her that way.” My father laughed and made his way to the door. “Treat Giovanna well. That’s an order.” He issued me a firm nod and left.
Cazzo! More than anything, I wanted to throw my glass at the door, but such outbursts would be punished. Even a grown man like me would be dealt with in a physical manner. I needed to temper my rage if I wanted to get through this unscathed.
My father could force me to marry Giovanna, but he couldn’t make me love her. And behind closed doors, all bets were off.
I arrived at the solarium for my private dinner with Giovanna, early as I planned. Since this meal was my mother’s idea so we could get to know each other better without an audience, I didn’t want to be surprised.
My mother tended to overdo stuff when it came to parties and such. She enjoyed decorating our home and making flower arrangements. She was all about romance and amore.
As expected, she’d outdone herself…