10
Baci, baci
When I saw my newlywed wife head ”to the bathroom,” walking past the table of her men, and one of the guys who had been at my bar started to follow her, I knew immediately that something was up.
The first thing that crossed my mind was that this was her lover, I admit, and although I felt nothing more for Nikita than rage and a sick desire after our nocturnal encounter, I felt the need to follow them.
I saw how they slipped into the room next to where we were holding the banquet and decided to give them five minutes to catch them in fraganti.
One thing was for her to sleep with whoever she wanted before we got married, but it was quite another for her to get intimate with her man on our wedding day. I wasn”t going to allow her to make a fool of me in front of my entire family.
Nikita Koroleva needed a major lesson, someone to put her in her place. She wasn”t the docile woman my father thought she was, that much was clear. Nikita exuded confidence and power, she was as manageable as a granite pillar, yet under the right pressure, even granite could be broken. And I was going to have that privilege.
The door opened unexpectedly, the five minutes hadn”t passed yet. My face turned to stone as the tall, short-haired guy met my questioning gaze. He said nothing. He kept his cool demeanor, which accompanied the entire entourage of the Ice Queen, making it clear he didn”t care that I was her husband, because he only answered to her.
He simply walked past and left the way he came. I didn”t want to confront him, after all, he was just a pawn and my target was the queen.
A few seconds later, she emerged. My wife. With that dark angel face and body from hell. Wrapped in glitter, as if that didn”t betray her status.
I carefully observed her red lips. The makeup hadn”t smudged, but that didn”t mean anything. She had them coated with one of those lipsticks that don”t come off until the next day. I knew because it was the same type my mistress used to suck my dick without leaving a mark.
Had she been making out with that guy? What had happened between them in that room?
I opted to stand in front of her, loading the revolver of my sharp tongue, and fired. Her responses sought to annoy me, she didn”t even consider giving me a credible excuse to ease my anger. Why would she bother? She did whatever she wanted, no man had ever dared to defy her, or so Nikita believed.
Why did she agree to the marriage? She didn”t even want to meet me, and that made me suspicious. She wasn”t one of those Russians who sell themselves online to the highest bidder. She had an agenda, I was sure of it. But what? I couldn”t quite believe the whole Putin story.
I knew my reasons, the ones that led me to accept this crazy idea from my father, but hers were foreign to me, and I was determined to find them out.
That woman was poison. As sweet as it was lethal. And I was not about to drink it, no matter that my name was Romeo.
After an unproductive exchange, I let her go to the bathroom and returned to the banquet hall.
I approached Aleksa, my right-hand man, to speak with him.
His father was Croatian and his mother Colombian. He worked for a major cartel and she was a prostitute and a mule. He was born and grew up in a hostile environment, where the difference between killing or dying made you take your own side of the board.
”I want you to keep an eye on him,” I said, nodding discreetly towards the man who had been with my wife.
”Consider it done, R. Is something wrong?”
”I don”t know, but keep me informed. I want to know every move he makes,” he nodded.
As I was about to return to the table, I noticed Adriano in a corner of the room, looking at everyone with hostility. I didn’t like to see him excluded; after all, he was my son, and he deserved to enjoy the party.
I went over to him, squatted down, and looked him in the eyes.
”You can”t stay like this, you have to have fun, go play with your cousins.”
”I don”t want to, you got married.”
”We”ve already talked about this.” He crossed his arms and scowled in a very Capuleto way.
”I don”t like it, she wants to kick Brutus out, you heard her.”
”She didn’t say that.”
”She’s allergic!” he defended.
”But she hasn’t said that.” The boy pressed his lips together.
”I don”t need a mother.”
”That’s not true. Everyone needs one.”
”Even if she’s worse than Maleficent?” His comment made me smile.
”You don’t know her, you haven’t even given her a chance, and remember, in the movie, Maleficent turns out not to be as bad as they say.”
”I don’t care. I want her out. This isn’t a movie.”
”Well, it seems to me that that’s not going to be possible and if you want to keep a roof over your head, you’re going to have to learn to get along with Nikita.” The kid looked at me frightened.
”Are you going to throw me out?”
”I have no intention of doing that, but if you make her life miserable, she will insist on sending you to boarding school, and I hope not to have a reason to send you to one.” I wasn’t serious, I’d never send that boy away from my home, he’d had enough hardship already. But I couldn’t let him think he could call the shots or ride roughshod over me. He needed to understand his place and that there were decisions in which he had no say. ”Think about it. I think you could make a small effort to not get along too badly, even if she is blonde.” I used his own words against him, and he grunted.
I ruffled his hair and stood up. Adriano was a smart kid, he would turn out alright, I knew it.
I was about to return to my seat when my boisterous family fell silent.
I turned my head to understand what had caused them to fall silent, and then I saw it. She appeared in the doorway of the hall.
My infernal wife had changed her outfit and hairstyle into something damn insane.
The pompous wedding dress was replaced by something much more fitting and in line with the woman who burst into the bar last night.
It clung to her silhouette perfectly. It featured two longitudinal slits along her legs that opened with every step she took, ending dangerously close to the pubic bone.
She wore no veil, nor did she have waves in her hair, but that simple symmetrical cut that framed her face.
She scanned the room until her eyes landed on me. My mouth was as dry as a bone.
She gave me a crooked smile and walked towards me with determination, swaying her hips, allowing the exposed skin of those long legs to become a vivid reminder of the previous night.
The music that played was not on the playlist I had provided to the hotel for the wedding.
She must have asked the DJ to play that Christina Aguilera song I knew all too well. Sex for Breakfast.
With her stride, she owned it as she approached me.
Twisting and turning makes my appetite keep growing stronger, all night long.
Anticipating the morning, lying. I can”t wait much longer; it feels so strong.
When she stood in front of me, she brazenly caressed the back of my neck to grab hold of it and performed a wavy dance move. Her pelvis was pressed against mine. She used the grip to trace a semicircle with her back.
I had no choice but to take her tiny waist when the lyrics sang out:
Our bodies touch, I can”t get enough.
I wanna love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, yeah.
She placed her face in front of mine and licked her lips while my guests whistled, pleased with the show.
”What are you doing?” I asked. She smiled.
”Dancing with you. Aren”t the newlyweds supposed to dance? I didn”t like the song you chose; I think this one suits us much better.”
She grabbed my tie and pulled on it, aiming to reach the center of the room where a space had been set aside for dancing.
I won”t let you sleep; I need to satisfy my cravings.
I need to love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, yeah.
If I hadn”t been so absorbed in watching her ass, I would have noticed that Nikita was looking at Irene with defiance. The redhead who, until now, had been warming my bed whenever we felt like it.
And when the sun comes up, there”s one thing on my mind.
She turned around and faced me with a wicked smile. She slowly took off my suit jacket, continuing to sway her hips.
I want sex for breakfast, stay inside.
She unbuttoned the vest with those red nails that had dug into my back last night, her pupils locked onto mine. She let it drop.
And even though we made love all night.
Her eyebrows fluttered as she ran her palms across my torso. She turned around to rub against my groin, sliding her body up and down.
I need sex for breakfast, it feels so good.
I wasn”t about to stand there like an idiot while her ass turned me on.
I might be late for work, but I promise you it”s worth it, baby.
I grabbed her by the waist and ran my tongue along the side of her neck, causing our captive audience to whistle.
Don”t leave.
She tensed under my grip. Both of us knew that the Ice Queen melted with my licks.
So hungry for you, taste it and I will taste you.
She turned around and I wedged her between my legs, as she raised her hands and pulled my hair, exposing my Adam”s apple. She brazenly sucked on it.
I can”t stop what I”m going to do to get you in the mood.
This was war, and it was getting me hotter than hot, as evidenced by my erection. She laughed like the sultry cat she was, husky and hot, feeling my hardness. And I pressed her against it, placing my hands on the lower part of her waist, pulling her toward the epicenter of my pleasure.
Our bodies touch, I can”t get enough.
I want to love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, eh.
I won”t let you sleep;I want you inside me.
I never danced with anyone like this, as if I could make love to her without taking off her clothes, in front of everyone. Our bodies matched and the heat rose, taking over my movements, and hers.
We reveled in each other”s bodies, with our breaths brushing and our skins feeding off one another. As the music ended, we remained inches from a kiss that never came, our gazes loaded with intent and desire coiling in our lower bellies. I felt it grow, emerging shamelessly, because even though I couldn”t stand my wife, I couldn”t stop thinking about what it would be like to make love to her against a wall.
The applause and a chorus of ”Baci! Baci!”which translates to ”Kiss! Kiss!” in Spanish, echoed from the guests.
”What do you say? Shall we please the audience?” she asked, moistening her lips. Even she understood.
Without a word, I took her chin and plundered her mouth.