CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
A WEDDING NIGHT TO REMEMBER
CATCH
O nce again, I had taken matters into my own hands. The repeated stabbings of the knife into their thighs gave me some sense of release from my intense frustration. My wife, Bianca, had been hurt and it was my duty to protect her. So I made sure they paid for harming her. From now on, I’d have to control my anger better, because Bianca also needed an outlet for her rage. She was capable of destroying anyone who dared to cross her. I needed to find a way to inflict pain upon our enemies without causing death before she could get her retribution.
I stood at the hotel penthouse's floor to ceiling windows, with my hand casually tucked in my navy slacks pocket. I took a sip of whiskey as I admired the view of the Las Vegas strip. Suddenly, I heard the door to the master bathroom open.
“Callum," Bianca's voice echoed through the room.
Bringing the glass to my lips, I gulped half the glass of whiskey as I turned to her. Bianca stood in the center of the room with her hand poised on her hip. She insisted on wearing lingerie on our wedding night. I would’ve preferred she not wear a stitch of clothing.
I scanned her figure, admiring the way strips of diamonds connected her garter belts and lace panties, accentuating her gorgeous curves. The intricate diamond straps criss crossed over a golden lace bra, giving a subtle lift to her ample breasts.
Her long, dark hair cascaded in loose curls over her shoulders. She grew impatient with my silence and casually walked over to the wet bar. I finished off the last of my whiskey while keeping my eyes on her. Bianca expertly mixed together vodka and cranberry juice in a lowball crystal glass.
“Catch, it’s our wedding night. I wasn't walking out of the bathroom naked. I wanted to wear something sexy...for you.” She took a sip from her glass.
I approached her at a measured pace. I didn’t miss the way her gaze traveled over my body, hungry for what was underneath the navy suit I changed into after showering at the warehouse.
But despite her longing gaze, I remained silent.
“When you walked into the suite you could’ve taken off your perfectly tailored suit and waited for me on the bed.”
I snickered. “Is that what you wanted?” My deep voice bounced off the walls.
Her skin erupted in goosebumps, and her nipples hardened against the thin fabric of the bra. She was both nervous and aroused.
It amazed me the effect I had on her. I trailed a finger along her arm causing her to shiver. “Nervous?” I asked.
She poured more vodka into her glass. “No. Of course not. It isn’t like this is our first time together.”
My pretty little wife lied. She was nervous.
“It’s our first...” I raised a finger. “...and last wedding night.”
I winked as I sat my empty glass on the bar.
A tipsy giggle escaped her as she took another sip of vodka. I gently took the glass from her hand and placed it on the bar.
“Bianca," I said softly.
She reached for her glass again, but I stopped her.
"Leave it," I commanded.
“No, you’re making me nervous.” She lowered her head. “I thought you’d like this uncomfortable contraption I’m wearing.”
I lifted her chin with my finger until our eyes met. "Bianca Rizzo."
She audibly swallowed and a smile tugged at my lips.
"You are absolutely gorgeous. And while the lingerie is stunning, I prefer to see you naked."
I couldn’t resist grabbing a handful of her ass and giving it a squeeze.
A gasp escaped her lips.
“Bombshell, you have no idea how hard I am for you right now.”
I caressed her cheek as I inched closer to her lips. “The nerd girl who loves her computer is all fucking mine.”
“Callum,” she breathed, sticking her tongue out, swiping it across my lower lip.
“I’m not ready to leave you, Bianca,” I admitted.
Tears welled in her eyes. I knew she wasn’t ready to leave me either.
Mrs. Rizzo was coming home with me. She just didn’t know it yet. Was it wrong to sedate my wife and kidnap her? Hell fuck no. She was mine. Maybe after she rode my cock in our bed in our mansion I’d be sated. For a short time anyway.
“Bianca, you’re my wife there’s no way I’ll go for long periods of time without being in your presence.”
She tore my suit jacket down my arms and tossed it aside. “I want to cherish this night, Catch.”
“We’ll make love and fuck all night long,” I groaned.
“Yes, please,” she begged.
Bianca's fingers deftly unbuttoned my crisp white dress shirt, her nails scraping lightly against my skin. Our tongues battled for dominance as she undressed me in the dimly lit bedroom.
“Catch, I need to come. Hard,” she muttered against my lips.
A self-assured smirk spread across my face as I responded, "Bombshell, you will come so many times tonight." With a swift motion, I discarded my shirt.
Bianca backed away, her eyes running over my muscled body. "Callum, remove the rest of your clothes."
Running my fingers through my hair, I smirked. “Gladly.”
Bianca licked her lips as she watched me peel off my clothes.
“Fuck,” she muttered as I pushed my gray boxers down my legs and my cock sprang free, already glistening with precum at the tip where my Prince Albert piercing glinted.
Without hesitation, my wife dropped to her knees and took my piercing into her mouth, sucking and licking it clean of precum.
Bianca cupped and gently squeezed my balls as she took my cock to the back of her throat.
“Bombshell, your lips wrapped around my dick feels so fucking good.”
Her other hand slid up my muscled, tattooed chest.
I guided her hand higher. “Bombshell soon will be etched permanently under my heart,” I shared with a smile.
Bianca's eyes widened in surprise, but didn’t stop sucking my cock. She sucked it like it was her favorite dessert.
With great effort, I pulled my dick from her lips.
“I’m not ready to come yet. Saving my cum for your womb.” Taking her hand, I helped her to her feet.
“Catch, we aren’t having kids any time soon.”
"Oh, really?" I replied, a sly smile spreading across my face as I traced a finger over her pebbled nipple.
“Yes, we’re waiting. I want to enjoy my husband.” She smiled against my lips.
Did I really want to wait? Nope.
“Ok, Bombshell.” I bit her neck as I slid my hand inside her panties, palming her pussy.
My wife was gushing wet.
“You weren’t lying, you're ready for my dick.”
“I am.” Bianca walked backwards to the bed.
“Fuck, I need your nipples in my mouth now.”
After unhooking her bra, I yanked it from her soft, gingerbread skin and flung it over my shoulder.
With one hand firmly gripping her globe, I took her areola and brown nipple into my mouth, savoring it like an apple jolly rancher.
“Callum,” she purred and shifted against me, her hips circling as she pressed herself closer to my body.
Her fingers traced patterns on my muscled back, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they touched.
“You love this, huh?”
“Fuck yes,” she moaned.
After sucking her other nipple, I inched lower trailing kisses down a path to her pussy that only belonged to me. Gripping one side of her panties, I tugged the tiny fabric covering her mound down her thighs. I was so hungry for her pussy; I ripped the panties off her body.
With her legs spread open for me, I buried my face in her warm wetness, breathing in her scent before flicking my tongue against her sensitive flesh. She moaned and bucked against my mouth as I explored every inch of her pussy.
“Fuck your pussy is my weakness. I love your scent and taste.” I shoved my tongue into her core and hummed, driving her insane.
“All fucking mine,” I groaned.
Her fingers twisted in my curls as her hips rocked, fucking my tongue.
“Callum, make me come.”
I sucked her slick folds before clamping my teeth on her clit.
Bianca’s body shook. “Callum, Call...um,” she muttered incoherently.
A smile widened across my face as I held her gaze.
“Who’s is it?”
“Yours. This is your pussy. My entire body belongs to you.”
I released her clit only to flick my tongue against it a few times sending uncontrollable shivers all over her body.
“Oh fuck, Callum.”
The devilish smirk on my face was unwavering. I loved watching my wife come.
My tongue slid inside her pussy, and I drank her juices like she was a fucking water faucet.
Wrapping an arm around her waist I pulled her with me as I settled on my knees.
“You ready for this dick, Mrs. Rizzo?”
Her tongue slid across my lips tasting herself. “Yes, Mr. Rizzo.”
I stroked my cock as I placed it against her entrance. “Get ready to take every inch.”
Pleasure and concern struck her beautiful features. “I’m ready.”
Bianca hooked her arms around my neck as I plunged deep into her pussy.
“Shit,” she hollered out in pleasure.
She felt every inch of my cock. I knew my piercing hit a new spot deep inside of her.
I stroked faster watching tears pool in her eyes again.
“Bianca, I need to fuck you every day,” I admitted.
“Catch,” she moaned against my lips.
I curled my large hand around her neck and lowered her to the soft mattress. “Did you hear what I said?”
My cock slammed into her tight walls with need.
“Yes,” she cried.
Still gripping her neck, I fucked her like tomorrow wasn’t coming. “I love you, Bianca. I think you know by now; I will kill any motherfucker who stares at you too long.”
Her wide eyes were laced with concern. “Catch?”
I knew this side of me scared her.
She worked her hips as I pounded into what was fucking mine.
“I’ll be in the shadows, Bianca. That is what will happen if I can’t see my wife every...” I slammed into her quivering walls.
“...fucking day,” I growled.
“Catch, please no,” she choked out.
I marveled at her juices coating my throbbing dick as I thrusted in and out. “Oh yes, Bianca.”
I eased my grip on her neck so she could catch her breath.
Her fingers skimmed over my toned abs. “I’m all yours. There’s no need to kill anyone.”
I leaned over her, peering into her eyes. She needed to experience my level of crazy. “I’m a walking psychopath, Bombshell. I will kill any motherfucker who thinks he can whistle or lick his fucking lips at what belongs to me. I’ll cut out his fucking tongue,” I snarled.
Biting down on her neck, I pounded into her even harder and she climaxed all over my cock. It was almost as if she enjoyed knowing that I would kill for her.
My hands squeezed her breasts as I released my hot seed deep inside her tight, warm walls.
She cried uncontrollably as her orgasm continued to rock her body.
Her shaky hands captured my face. “Catch, you don’t have to kill innocent people for me.”
“Sure I do, Bombshell.” I eased my dick out of her pussy and fell at her side.
“Take a minute to rest, then you can ride daddy’s dick,” I said with a grin.
The biggest smile lifted her cheeks. It was like my wife had momentarily forgotten about my upcoming killing spree.
“Daddy, I love your big, pierced dick.” She wriggled her body eagerly.
I grabbed her hand and briefly glanced at her wedding ring, before holding her gaze. “Remember, anyone who dares to steal this ring will meet their untimely demise within two days. And of course, I’ll cut off their fingers and cook them over hot coals,” I burst into laughter.
Bianca quickly pulled her hand away and looked at her ring thoughtfully. I could tell she was considering not wearing it anymore.
“Don’t think about taking that ring off. If you do, I’ll personally fly to Chicago and push it back onto your finger.”
She rolled her eyes before straddling my torso. “That’s enough talk of killing. Keep fucking me good, Mr. Rizzo.”
And that’s exactly what I did. After satisfying my wife for another hour, she took a quick bathroom break before returning to steal the glass of vodka from my hand and downing its contents in one gulp.
***P***
After spending five hours in the air, the pilot began preparing for our descent into Jersey City.
My wife was still sound asleep, completely unaware of our impending arrival.
Earlier, I tasked Bricks with being Bianca's personal bodyguard, starting immediately. In a week, he would accompany her back to Chicago.
With that shit I had going on with the Massa mafia family it was best my wife remained in our home just while I sorted things out.
Smiling at Bianca’s peaceful sleeping face as I carried her into our house and over the threshold, I whispered, “Welcome home, Mrs. Rizzo.”
She didn’t stir. I quietly climbed the stairs and gently placed her in our bed.
It was comforting to see my wife sleeping peacefully in our house. After undressing, I slipped into bed and wrapped my arms around her. My eyes grew heavy as I drifted off into a deep sleep.
“WHAT THE FUCK?” SHE exclaimed.
“Where am I?” Her sleepy confusion echoed through the room.
I felt a hard fist hit my arm. “Catch, wake up,” Bianca demanded.
I groggily opened my eyes. “Baby, go back to sleep.”
But she wasn't having it.
“No, Catch.”
Before I could fully process what was happening, the sound of the doorknob rattling caught my attention. But instead of getting up, I just buried my head back into the pillow.
“You locked me in the bedroom, Catch?” Bianca's voice filled with disbelief.
“I just want one more hour of sleep,” I mumbled, closing my eyes again.
“You kidnapped me again. I'm in Jersey,” Bianca stated incredulously.
“I remember this bedroom from the pictures. How could you do this, Catch?”
I sat up and leaned against the headboard. My fingers slid through my blond curls. “How could I not bring my wife home?” I retorted.
Her hand slid over her bonnet as she stared at me.
Yeah, that's right. I even took the time to put a bonnet over her curls before bringing her here.
“Bianca, you’re staying here in your home for a week. That’s final. I shouldn’t even have to say that. You’ll visit Chicago to handle business, but this is your home now.” I pointed down for emphasis.
She sank into the plush gray chair by the door, my dress shirt swallowing her small frame. “It's not that simple, Catch. And you know that.
I reached for my phone and unlocked the door with a tap of a button. “Go explore your home,” I said, flopping back onto my pillow and closing my eyes.
Mrs. Rizzo wasn’t going anywhere.