Chapter Twenty-Three
It’s the morning of the wedding. I’m ready.
I have been for an hour. I’m pacing back and forth, uneasy until he’s with me.
I hated having to let him go with his father.
I followed him relentlessly, but he’s been at uni and in his dorm.
He hasn’t even visited Enzo or his mother and sister.
He keeps his head down, but his eyes dart around like he’s trying to scan the area.
He’s on edge, and I don’t like feeling that he could be a flight risk.
I have someone watching him this morning until I can meet him at the end of the aisle.
There’s a knock at my office door, and it springs open.
I sigh as Arianna pokes her head through the door.
“Well, I thought you looked hot at the engagement, but…” She whistles, and I shake my head at her. She is slowly worming her way in.
“What do you want, Arianna?”
“We’re heading out to church. Are you ready?”
“I’ll meet you in the car.” She nods and smiles, clicking the door closed.
I blow out a breath and sigh. I need to get to him.
I can’t wait to get him in my house, in my arms, and in my bed.
I take a breath and head out to the car, where my brother and his wife are already waiting.
I stare at them both. Since when did this become the norm?
The driver takes us to the church. The drive is short, quiet, and I focus out of the window as I try to calm my nerves.
I never show anything other than my cool, calm, and verging on the edge of destruction persona, but knowing I’m this close to him. I can’t help but feel my heart race.
Pulling up, I step out of the car and head inside, followed closely by Vittorio and Arianna.
She sticks to me, slightly behind me, and my brother is slightly behind her.
Everyone sitting in their pews turns as we walk down the aisle.
Reaching the front, I stand and turn to face everyone.
I slide my hand into my pocket and feel the cold metal of the ring, pressing it into my fingers.
I rub over them, knowing we will be together soon.
Arianna stands in front of me and leans in.
“We’re nearly there, just keep calm and try to enjoy the day. Maybe even smile a little.” She taps my cheek and presses a chaste kiss to the other one before pulling back slightly and winking. I scowl at her, which seems to be the face I throw her way most of the time, and she steps back.
My brother steps forward, grabs my hand, and pulls me into a hug, which I tense at. “I love you, big brother.”
I pull back from him, but he just grins at me then takes Arianna’s hand, and they move to sit on the front of the pews.
It’s a few more minutes of me standing there looking as disinterested and poised as possible before the doors creak open at the back of the church.
His father steps in. Leonardo is half hidden behind him.
His eyes flick to mine so fast and then back down to the floor.
It’s only been a week since the engagement, and the bruising has almost gone.
From here, it looks like there aren’t any more marks, but I will survey every inch of that perfect skin tonight when I consummate the marriage.
They walk down the aisle towards me and take their seats in the front row.
He’s walking alone the last few steps, and when he reaches me, he looks at his father, who snarls at him, and he steps up to me.
He finally looks up to meet my gaze before turning to look at the officiant.
His eyes never stray until he’s asked if he takes my hand in marriage, and he turns to meet his father’s gaze again before turning back and nodding once.
I glare at him, but he never looks my way.
No matter, I have the rest of my life to make him look at me.
Once we’ve said our vows, we sign the paperwork and head to the gardens to take photos. Arianna insists on one of the four of us; she claims it’s an important photo to have or whatever.
When the photos are done, we head to the reception. A car collects me and Leonardo and takes us to the venue. He stares out of the window and never says a word. I allow him to have this moment. To be quiet, to reflect. I’ll have my time tonight. As we pull up at the venue, I turn to look at him.
“You okay?”
He nods climbing out of the car. I climb out after him, grabbing him before he walks inside.
I take his hand in mine, and he tenses. I scan his features and watch every twitch, and I can’t help that feeling that something else is going on.
I grab his hand and head inside; he just follows along behind me closely, and his hand is relaxed in mine.
We circulate the room, and it’s only when we approach his father that I know that look of disgust Enzo throws his way.
I also notice that Enzo’s other sons, Ricardo and Luciano, have been absent.
While trying to be a mask of serenity on the outside, I pull him closer to me.
“Half an hour, then we’re leaving.” He swallows hard but nods, still not looking at me, but I just need to get him alone.
As we make our way out to the car, people cheer and throw rice. I hold his hand the whole way to the car. I open the door for him, and he slides in. I click the door closed and head around to the other side, telling the driver to take us home.
“Home?” It sounds questioning but hollow when he says it.
I whisper, “Yes, you’ll be living with me now.”
“What about my things, my clothes?”
I smile at him. “You’ll have everything you ever wanted now.”
“What about uni?”
“Don’t worry about uni. Not today. Whatever you choose to do, lil’ lamb, is up to you.”
His eyes widen, and I smirk at him. “You’ve just married the most powerful man in the country, lil’ lamb, you can have anything you want.”
We pull up at the gates. The driver punches the code in. The gate creaks open, and he leans forward as we drive up the extensive driveway.
“This is where the engagement party was. Is this your father’s estate?”
“No, lil’ lamb, it’s ours.”
His eyes widen as his gaze flicks around. As we drive along the driveway before pulling up outside the steps. I climb out and walk around to greet him. I open the door for him and tug him out of the car. He stumbles as he crashes into my chest, and I grab at him, pushing him against the car.
I stare down at him before pressing my lips to his.
“I can’t wait to have you in our bed tonight.
” I tug him along towards the house and straight upstairs to our room.
I toss the door back, yanking him inside.
I turn on him as the door springs back and slams shut.
I crowd him against the door and start undoing his jacket.
I slide it down over his arms and drop it to the floor.
I take a step closer and start to undo the buttons of his shirt.
He freezes as I open them one by one, revealing his lightly tanned, toned chest. I go to undo the lower buttons, but he rushes past me.
“I need to use the bathroom.”
I nod towards it and head over to the bed.
I strip naked and lie down on top of the covers.
I adjust myself, lying out in plain view, and wait.
I wait some more, and when he finally steps out of the bathroom, he’s still dressed.
I pat the bed at the side of me, and he glances towards the door before blowing out a breath and making his way towards me.
I climb off the bed and walk towards him.
He goes to look down, but his eyes widen as his gaze meets my hard dick, and he glares at the wall over my shoulder.
His face flushes, and fuck, he looks cute.
His hands shake as he undoes the rest of the buttons on his shirt.
I skate my hands over his chest, his skin pebbles under my touch, but he still can’t bring himself to look at me.
I stare down at him and step back. “What the fuck, Leonardo. Did he do this? Your fucking father. Did he lay hands on you after I specifically told him not to?” I snarl.
He flinches away from me as I clench my fists and wraps his arms around himself, trying to cover the variations of bruising that pepper across his ribs.
“It wasn’t… It’s not…” he stutters out.
“Don’t fucking lie to me,” I snap. “Don’t ever fucking lie to me!” I step into him. I grip his chin. “Did he do this?” He gives me a single nod. And I turn to leave.
“Wait, please don’t. He’ll… please don’t.” My chest heaves as I stare at him.
“Get on the bed.”
He steps towards it, his back to me as he stands and slowly undoes his trousers, letting them drop, pooling at the floor.
He sits on the end of the bed and leans forward, his breathing heavy as he undoes the laces on his shoes and kicks them off.
He slides his trousers from around his ankles, taking his socks off with them, kicking them to the side.
he takes a deep breath and removes his boxer shorts quickly and slips under the covers. He lies facedown and stills.
I walk over to him, pulling back the covers and sliding in on his side. He stays with his back slightly towards me, and I move closer. I press my body against his. I kiss his shoulder, and he shudders. I grind myself into him, and he whimpers.
I slide my hand around him and pull him closer.
“Fuck, I’ve waited so long to feel you against me.” My breath skates across the back of his neck, and he shivers. I suck my fingers into my mouth and reach down, pressing them between his cheeks. He gasps.
“Shhh, relax, lil’ lamb. I’ll go easy tonight.
” It’s gonna take everything I have in me not to just smash my dick into him, but I need to take my time, at least tonight anyway.
I rub my finger around his tight, puckered ass and press gently.
Well, gently for me. “Relax.” It comes out as a growl as his body sags onto the bed.
I press harder, and he shouts out as I push in.
His breathing elevates as he pants, and I slide my finger back out again.
“Fuck, lil’ lamb, it’s gonna be a tight fucking fit.
” I shudder and grind against him as I try to push another finger in.
He screams out, his ass clamping down on my fingers.
I nip at his shoulder. “Relax, you’ll break them.
” I chuckle. His breathing is rapid now.
Verging on hyperventilating, I slow my fingers, pushing in slow and steady and then back out.
“Jesus, Leonardo. I need to be inside you.” I push his leg away to give me more room, and I slide between his legs.
I push my dick against his hole and lean forward.
He screams out, his hands flying up and wrapping around the pillow.
He buries his face as I pull back, pushing in a little more; his muffled cries echo around the room, and I thrust a little harder.
He bucks back, making me groan, and I pulse forward.
I press one hand against his shoulder, holding him to the bed as I lean up so I can see the tip of my dick just nudging against his ass. “Hold tight, lil’ lamb.”
He takes a breath. I crash into him. He bucks and screams into the pillow.
When I’m fully seated, I take a breath, holding my hips flat against his pert, tight ass.
And I could come right now. Fuck, he’s tight, perfect.
I pull out, he whimpers, and I crash against him.
His breaths come out in screams, and I flick my hips harder against him, trying not to come.
He turns his head and gasps for breath as I push back inside.
That’s when I see the look on his face, the gritted teeth. The tears stream down is cheek.
I lean over, shuddering as I lick his face.
My eyes flutter, but the taste of acrid tears stings my tongue.
I swallow, but the bitter taste throws me.
I pull out and look at him as he stutters a sob.
The look on his face like he’s petrified, the tension and desperation I feel when my gaze meets his, kills something inside me. I roll off.
“I won’t touch you again until you ask.”
Fuck, this is not how I planned my wedding night going. I’m supposed to be riding the high, riding him, my balls emptying over and over until neither of us can walk. My balls ache. Instead I’m lying beside a sobbing mess, and my anger barely contains itself.
“I won’t ever ask,” he whispers almost silently. I hear him take a shuddering breath, as he cries into his pillow. I turn my back on him. I try to calm my fury. My dick throbs, my chest hurts as I try to contain the venom that rushes through my veins while I listen to him cry into his pillow.