26. Aria
Chapter twenty-six
Aria
My face is pressed against the tinted car window as Cortez maneuvers through the streets to wherever Elio has ordered him to take me. Rage continues to simmer under my skin like bubbling lava.
Elio didn’t fail to prove himself as the annoying jerk I’ve always known him to be. Not only did he refuse to notify me beforehand about our fake wedding, but he also went ahead and informed my dad behind my back!
When I asked how I was going to report to work, he said he’d called the ADA and put in a word about our wedding, so I didn’t need to bother about being absent for one week.
My hands curl into fists, nails digging into my palms. I feel like opening my mouth wide to scream at the top of my voice, but the person I’d like to scream at is Elio, and he isn’t here.
I thought of calling Mia and venting my pent-up frustration to her over the phone, but Cortez is here, and I don’t want to risk him listening in on my conversation with her.
The drive to the villa is quiet, and when we arrive at the exclusive property Elio has reserved for our honeymoon, Cortez honks twice.
Elio steps out of the building. I can’t tell how he arrived here before us, but the minute his eyes fall on me, his demeanor softens. He helps me out of the car, placing his arm around my torso and bending my knees into submission as he carries me into the suite.
The suite is beautiful, with a warm, honey-colored stone facade and ornate ironwork balconies. It’s like I’ve stepped out of the real world into a fantasy.
In slight contrast to the exterior of the suite, the interior is sleek with luxurious black and white furnishings.
“Sit,” he orders softly, pointing to the massive four-poster bed with a cute lacy canopy on top. It is covered in pure white linens and a sprinkling of plush black pillows.
This man sure has a thing for large, four-poster beds!
I lower my body onto the bed without any argument. He disappears for a moment and comes back with a tray of mini grilled cheese sandwiches with caramelized onions.
He sets it down and climbs onto the bed beside me, picking up a sandwich and holding it to my lips. “Eat.”
My mouth opens to let him feed me, the warmth of his hands brushing against my lips. As I chew, an idea suddenly drops in my head, “I think you should teach me how to use a gun.”
His hand stills. “What?”
“I need to be able to protect myself,” I say firmly. “I realize in this world something might happen anytime, and if you’re not there to protect me… I need to be able to do it myself.”
His jaw tightens, and his eyes darken as he shoves a bigger portion of the sandwich into my mouth. “There won’t. And I’ll make sure you’re protected at all times.”
“You definitely have no control over everything that happens or when and where it happens. I have to be able to take care of myself as well.”
He sighs, setting the sandwich down. “True. I don’t like to admit it, but there are indeed things I have no control over. This is exactly why I’ve always been skeptical about starting a family, Aria. Too many vulnerabilities. Too many risks.”
“Y…you don’t want a family?” My heart is thudding against my chest, the implication of what he’s saying dawning on me. I mean, before finding out about my pregnancy, it would have been maybe fine. I guess, after all, it was just a deal?but now?
He lifts his shoulders in a shrug. “I enjoy companionship. The body of a woman, the loyalty of a dog…but more serious and intimate things like…” he hesitates, turning away from me, “...like having kids, or a big family…it’s not the best idea for a man like me.”
His words hit me like a punch to the stomach. I turn my eyes away from him, hiding the sting of disappointment. A small voice in my heart reassures me that it’s ok, that this only confirms what I already knew. I can’t let him know about the baby.
When the sandwich is finished, Elio stands and holds out his hand. “Come on.”
My fingers slide lightly over his as his grip closes over my palm, pulling me to my feet and leading me to the bathroom and into the large shower. The exquisite space is surrounded by glass and has a tub in the middle. The entire ceiling is covered with a huge overhead panel full of spray nozzles. Steam begins to fill the space as he turns on the bathtub faucet.
“Let me help you,” he says, his voice softer now. He tugs at my veil, dropping it off just outside the glass door, then runs his palms along my sides, taking them to the zipper of my dress and pulling it down, all the while scanning my face for signs of discomfort.
I step away from the dress, now just left with my ivory lingerie.
He continues with the buttons on his shirt, taking them off one after the other while catching my lips in his. His mouth is tender on mine first, quickly turning into a rougher, passionate, urgent kiss.
With my arms wrapped around his neck, I pull him closer towards me. “Elio, I’ve had a long day today. I’m tired.”
He nuzzles my neck with his lips, “Then just don’t do anything. Just be here for me.” His tongue traces my earlobe, tickling me faintly. “I wish you weren’t tired right now. I would spank you,” he mutters before his lips latch onto mine fervently again. “I was planning on introducing you to something intense but beautiful. I wanted our wedding night to be more special than all the other times we’ve spent together…”
I wish I could tell him why I am so tired… that my heart is nearly tearing apart, pounding with the nervousness and anxiety that comes with not only being married to a mafia don but also expecting his child.
My thoughts are intercepted as he lifts me, heels, garter, and all, into the bathtub. He drags the zipper on his pants down, exposing his bulging cock against his briefs.
“ Rilassati , Principessa (Relax, Princess). I’m not going to touch you unless you want it.” His voice is low and hoarse in my ears, causing warm fluid to escape the walls of my pussy.
My chest juts out, pointing my alert nipples towards his bare chest.
“You want me to touch you, eh?” he smirks.
Forgetting all the exhaustion I was feeling a minute ago, my head bobs up and down foolishly, trusting that whatever Elio has planned for me will be enough to calm the effect of the rapid banging of my heart against my chest.
A smile covers his lips as he shakes his head. “Not yet. By now, you must know that I’m only going to touch you when you beg.”
“Please…” I want to feel those rough palms caressing my exhausted body into relaxation.
“Please, what?”
“Please, Elio.”
He throws his head back, bursting into laughter.
“You’re wrong, Principessa . You’re going to get punished. Who did I say I am to you?”
Oh, I’d completely forgotten about the ‘Teacher-Student’ thing.
“I’m sorry, Teacher. Please touch me.”
“You’re learning.” A mischievous glint appears in his eyes as he grabs the bottle of shower gel off the rim of the tub, pouring a generous amount onto his palm.
When his hands come down on my body, I feel the contraction of my pelvic wall, releasing more juices from my pussy. My thighs are clamped together with unbearable desire.
Forget the shenanigans. I just want this man to take me deeply with that heavy, pulsating, and engorged dick of his till I beg him to stop.
His palms are working their way around my nipples, kneading them gently with soap until my hands are tightly gripping the rims of the tub?too tightly, that is.
The feeling of his hands moving gently on my breasts, grabbing, massaging, encircling my nipples covered in soap is ripping me apart from the inside, until my thighs part involuntarily.
I watch the delicious ripple of his abs and the mouth-watering spring of his cock as he picks up the shower attachment, running warm water on my body, sliding his hands down my thighs to ease me out of my garter and heels.
His movement is surprisingly smooth, and soon, he has my garter and heels on the other side of the bathroom floor.
“Please, Teacher, please take me now. I can’t wait any longer.” A moan tumbles from my lips, my hand reaching to cup one of my breasts.
His eyes darken at the sight as he sucks in a sharp breath. “I don’t remember asking you to speak.” Hot breath shoots from my nostrils, tickling the side of my neck as he whispers into my ears. His eyes flick down to my breasts and then back to my face. “Now, keep quiet and close your eyes while I touch you. You’ll open them only when I give you permission.”
This is literally him blindfolding me. My lids close shut, darkness enveloping me as his tongue finds my breast, and he begins to suckle greedily on it.
For the first time, Elio Donatelli moans while touching me.
Low, guttural sounds emerge from deep within his throat as one hand squeezes my breast and the other hand trails along my skin to my clit.
I can hear the tub water easing out of the drain and then feel the water raining down on us from the overhead panel.
My legs are tingling with anticipation as he slips one finger into my slick wet pussy, encircling his finger deeper as my hips rise to completely close over his finger.
His mouth remains latched to my breasts, switching from one to the other after a few minutes. I feel his teeth scraping on my nipple while at the same time his tongue is swirling its tip. When he slides an additional finger into me, my mouth parts in a loud moan.
“I never gave you permission to moan, Princess. Not a single sound or you’ll get punished; the only thing I want you to do right now is to open those pretty legs for me.”
My legs part in obedience as he drives a third finger into me. I bite down on my lips to prevent myself from crying out.
When his fingers slide out, I feel the sudden emptiness in me and eagerly wait for his cock to fill me up. Instead, I feel him rising in the tub to his full height.
“Please... please let me open my eyes. I want to look at you.”
A low grunt of approval slips past my ears. “Music to my ears, baby. I can’t deny you when you beg so good.”
I bob my head up and down obediently and flip my eyes open when I feel the warmth of precum on them. His cock, engorged and bulging with veins, stares right at my face. That thing is huge.
“Now, open that smart mouth of yours.”
Being the first time I take a dick in my mouth, I follow his lead, opening my mouth and taking him in, not knowing if I would be able to fit all of his massive size in. But then he guides my head to lean on the wall behind me and starts thrusting himself feverishly into my mouth.
I listen to his ragged pants as he pushes his glorious length in my mouth, inch by inch, trying carefully not to gag me while it fights its way deeper into my throat.
He then slips himself out of my mouth, grunting loudly. Lowering himself down, he spreads my legs, positions himself right in front of my entrance, grabs me by the waist, and rams into me like his life depends on it. He retreats and slams back into me relentlessly, with every thrust hitting depths in me I didn’t even know existed.
The way he is claiming my body is utterly tough, rough, and with an apparent sense of possessiveness, yet my body loves every minute of it as if it is trying to make up for all the years of celibacy. I grip the bathtub surround, barely keeping up.
Still inside me, he grabs the front of my throat with his right hand and crashes his lips on mine, his tongue fervently exploring my mouth. Heat spirals in my core, the familiar feeling of weightlessness that I only ever experienced with Elio engulfing me. I feel my climax seizing every single muscle in my body.
“Tell me now…” he groans into my ear, “…who owns your cunt?”
Lost in my orgasm, I can barely manage to whisper, “Y-you.”
“Louder!”
Collecting my breath, I try to repeat, louder this time, “You! You do…”
“That’s right, baby!” and with that, he slams his cock one last time into me, raw and wild, with lust… with desire.
His dick is buried in the depths of my pussy, and his hands are anchored around me. He lifts his head to look at me.
A sinister grin climbs on his face as he says, “You’re mine now, Mrs. Donatelli.”