Chapter Six
Three Weeks Later
Vanessa knew her father was still breathing, which pissed her off, but she glanced over at Diago. They had a small wedding reception. She had expected him to completely go against her and arrange an elaborate wedding, but instead they had Susan and a few other people witness. They contacted a priest, and got married in a small office building.
She wore a simple yet stylish white summer dress that worked for her. Susan did her hair and makeup, and she looked pretty.
Diago would not let Susan hide the scar. He’d also insisted on wedding photos, not that she paid much attention. She’d been surprised at the ring he slid on her finger, which was a beautiful diamond, and quite large. There had also been an engagement ring, so she now wore two bands that signified she belonged to Diago. They were married.
“You look so beautiful,” Susan said, coming toward her.
Vanessa smiled at the other woman and accepted the hug, even though she didn’t feel overly happy. Her father was still alive, and in the last three weeks, she had barely seen Diago. Whenever she asked him where he’d been, he lifted a finger to her lips and told her not to ask questions.
“Thank you.”
“I know this is new to you, and Diago is not the easiest man to get along with, but trust me, you’re not making a mistake,” Susan said.
She didn’t even know Diago. She had to rely on his word and trust he wouldn’t back out of their agreement. Vanessa glanced down at the ring. She had expected to feel panic at being married to him, but she didn’t. This wasn’t scary or terrifying. This felt right.
Diago shook hands with the priest before approaching.
“It’s time for us to go,” Diago said.
Susan sighed. “I would ask for a small reception, but I know time is precious.” She gave her another hug. “I’m so happy for the two of you, and until we see each other again, enjoy one another.”
With that Susan turned on her heel and left. Before she went, she put the flowers she had been holding in the trash and pulled on a pair of sunglasses, escaping into the day.
Vanessa turned toward Diago questioningly.
“She knows how to be discreet,” he said.
“Oh. Should I toss my flowers into the trash?”
“No, you can keep them.”
Diago was moving them toward the back entrance, and she was surprised to see a car already waiting for them.
No one else was there, and he rounded the car to open it for her. She thanked him, sliding inside, then waited for him to climb behind the wheel. The windows were slightly blacked out. People would struggle to make out who was in the car.
Within seconds, Diago had the car purring to life, the air conditioner on, and they were on the road heading toward his home. She held onto the flowers—roses—which were her favorite. Neither of them spoke.
Diago had told her they were not going to have sex until they were married. Now that they were married, would it happen today? Tonight? They hadn’t exactly had the time to talk. In the last three weeks she had barely seen him. She’d expected him to call off the wedding, but he hadn’t done that, which surprised her.
Time ticked by, and she tried not to look at him.
She knew it shouldn’t bother her. The first time was going to be … painful. There was no getting away from that. She nibbled the bottom of her lip and waited.
They arrived at his home. He typed in the code, pressed his finger, and the gates opened. The moment they passed through the gates and he stopped, waiting for them to close, Vanessa finally felt like she could relax.
How had this happened? Diago was a stranger, and yet she felt safer in his home, in his company, than she ever had at her childhood home.
Pushing all thoughts of the past to the back of her mind, she instead focused on the now, on her life with Diago.
He drove up toward the main front door, and she waited for him to turn the ignition off and round the vehicle, coming toward her. This time, she couldn’t keep her gaze away from him. He was so intriguing. He wore a tuxedo and looked so handsome.
What would it be like to have those arms around her, bringing her pleasure, making her ache and scream, begging him for more? She felt an answering pulse between her thighs. Vanessa had never felt this way before around a man.
There had been a time when Diago had held her, but she couldn’t remember him saving her. Her memories of that moment were blurred from the pain and hallucinations. Since he had told her the truth, she had wondered if he’d been the angel she thought she had seen. When she came to, clearheaded, she figured it was the infection messing with her mind.
Diago certainly was no angel.
He opened the door and held out his hand for her to take, which she did. They walked up the small steps and went to his front door. Her heart raced as excitement rushed through her.
They stepped into his home, and he closed the door, the lock flicking back into place. She didn’t need him to tell her of the security he had around his house. Diago’s home was the safest place to be.
She took a few steps away from him, but when he cleared his throat, she stopped.
“Take the dress off,” Diago said.
She turned toward him. “You don’t want me to go to my room or your room?”
“No, I want that dress off. Now!” His voice was hard, deep, commanding, and so sexy.
She knew she should feel offended, but instead she felt aroused.
Vanessa put the flowers down on the floor and then grabbed the bottom of the dress and slid it up over her head. She had never been trained in the art of seduction or even teasing. She didn’t have a clue what she was doing.
The white lingerie she wore was sheer lace, and sexy. There was no point in her even wearing them, as he would be able to see right through them.
She dropped the dress onto the floor, and it was difficult for her to not fight the urge to cover herself. Years of being told how ugly she was spilled through her mind like toxic waste.
Was Diago regretting his decision to marry her?
Was he repulsed by what he saw?
Vanessa didn’t dare look up in case she saw it in his eyes. Some people couldn’t hide their true feelings. Not that she was an expert in spotting it. That fear curled its way inside her.
“Now the bra and panties. I want you naked. I want to see every single inch of you that now belongs to me.”
She didn’t look up. Removing her lingerie felt almost mechanical as she did so. First the bra, then the panties, trying not to move too fast, to draw attention to her less supple parts.
“Look at me,” he said.
Should she argue? Vanessa didn’t know what to do. It would be best for her to know now so he could annul the marriage than to live in fear of him hating her.
She lifted her head, but Diago didn’t look repulsed. He’d already removed his jacket and loosened his shirt.
The moment she looked at him, he closed the distance between them, and she had no choice but to tilt her head back. She felt she did this all the time with him. He was so much taller than her, so much bigger.
She waited, staring at him, not knowing what to do, but then he cupped her cheek. When the priest had said to kiss the bride, she hadn’t known what was coming, but she was not afraid of him, even for a second. The very thought of his lips on hers had excited her. Vanessa didn’t know if she was slowly losing her mind, to be excited about being with a man she barely knew. A man of whom her own father was terrified. She didn’t know what had happened to her senses, but the moment he put his hands on her face, cupping her cheeks, she didn’t care. He took complete possession of her, and for once, she wasn’t afraid of messing up.
Before she could say anything, he slammed his lips down on hers, taking her completely by surprise. This wasn’t control, but need. It was like he couldn’t help himself, and she loved the feel of him losing control to her.
She put her hands over his as he drew her closer. She felt the roughness of his clothes against her naked body but didn’t care. All too soon, he let her go, but she expected him to carry her upstairs to the bed. He put her down, moving her backward, and she had no choice but to sit down, and his face was still close to hers.
Her ass nudged against the back step, but then he spread her legs wide.
“Keep them open,” he said.
She couldn’t look away, even as he put his hands on her knees and slid them up, gripping her thighs.
His fingers were so close to her core, but he didn’t touch her pussy. His gaze was instead on her, watching her, waiting. For what, she didn’t know, but then he took her mouth in a searing kiss that made her stop questioning everything.
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Vanessa had made the most beautiful bride, just as he knew she would. It would be so easy to take her upstairs, fuck her, and get her pesky virginity out of the way, but he wasn’t going to do that to her.
When he took her, he wanted her to be so distracted that she wouldn’t even know anything else but the pleasure, which was ironic. Diago was very much aware of all the pain and heartache he’d caused over the years, but Vanessa didn’t deserve any of it.
He was a monster, but even monsters had their limits, and it would seem after all these years, he reached his. If anyone hurt her, he’d kill them. Just like he’d killed those men who attempted to take her away, who hurt her and were intent on killing her, because her fucking father refused to part with the money.
He always intended to come back for her, but Diago first had to gather up the evidence he needed to know he was taking out the right man. Not that he had a problem with killing people who didn’t deserve it. His moral barometer was a little … damaged.
He needed to kill the right people, not to arouse suspicion of what he was on to.
He had no doubt, after his visit to the charity event, Isaac Norma would find some way to kill him. He would attempt to find and exploit a weakness. If only the bastard knew he’d nearly sold the only weakness he had, and now that Vanessa was his, there was no way he would allow another person to use her against him. He’d keep her safe and protect her in the ways others had failed.
Pushing all that crap and bullshit to the back of his mind, he instead focused on the woman with her legs nice and wide, ready for his cock, but he wasn’t going to give it to her. Even her lips were highly addictive, and he didn’t know how the fuck that had happened.
Kissing hadn’t been on his list of requirements over the years, but there was something about her mouth … he just couldn’t bring himself to stop kissing her. Each touch of her lips felt fucking incredible.
But, he found the willpower to break the kiss, only to trail his lips down toward her neck. Sliding his tongue back and forth across her pulse, he nipped down, hearing her gasp, and as he worked his way down her body, he saw the hardness of her nipples. She had tried to push her full thighs together, but he’d stopped her. Down he went, toward those luscious full tits he’d been so desperate to suck.
He shoved his body between her spread thighs to keep them wide open, and to make her realize he was going to be fucking her very soon. He was going to be licking and sucking at this pretty cunt, but he had to get there, and first he intended to enjoy her tits. Cupping them in his hands, he pressed them together, running his thumbs across the beaded tips.
He heard her sharp intake of breath, and then he couldn’t resist anymore. Closing the distance between them, he took one of those full ripe nipples into his mouth and started to suck on it, hearing her moan. His name fell from her lips in a mantra.
Diago hadn’t liked noise for a long time. He’d enjoyed silence, but the sounds she made, certainly his name coming from her mouth, were fucking incredible, and he didn’t want her to stop. And so, he took his time, sucking on one nipple, moving to the other, and going back and forth.
He loved the sounds she made, and knew he could make it better for her. He slid his hand down, cupping her pussy. Diago didn’t need to see what he was doing, he sensed it in her body as his finger grazed across her clit, and she gave that sexy little moan he knew was going to drive him wild.
“Please,” she said.
“I’m going to make it so much better,” he said.
As much as he wanted to stay licking her tits, he needed to taste this sweet, virginal cunt.
Diago kissed down her body, taking his sweet time, marveling at his patience. He was known for his patience, and yet at this very moment, he didn’t feel like a patient man. He was close to losing his mind.
His dick pressed against the front of his pants, threatening to explode, but he ignored his own need for pleasure and focused on his wife.
Even the fact that she was his wife was so odd to him. He never intended to marry anyone. Never intended to get close to anyone. Vanessa wasn’t just anyone, and he pushed the thoughts out of his mind as to why she was so important to him, why she mattered to him, and what made her different, because none of it needed an explanation. He was married. She was his wife.
He let go of her pussy just long enough to stare at the beauty, before swiping his tongue between her slit. He didn’t go for her entrance. He would be fucking her soon enough. Swiping his tongue back and forth across her clit, he heard her whimper, then cry out and beg for more.
“Please, please,” she said. “Oh, wow.”
He couldn’t resist smiling against her pussy before teasing down, hinting at her entrance, knowing he was going to thrust his cock balls-deep inside her, but instead he drew back, going toward her clit, sucking the bud into his mouth.
The sound she made was the sweetest music to ever grace his ears.
Tormenting her wasn’t on the agenda, and when he felt her body start to change, to build toward an orgasm, he allowed her to.
He didn’t force her over the edge, but took his sweet time, feeling her orgasm, and when he knew she couldn’t take any more, he hurtled her over into what he could only assume was her first-ever orgasm. His name had never sounded so good, even to his ears.
“Please, Diago,” she said.
He growled her name, then took possession of her lips, and this time he was done waiting.
“Diago, what are you doing?” she said, quickly coming out of her erotic trance. He lifted her up over his shoulder, and without saying a word, began to carry her upstairs.
He felt her grip tighten on his pants. Maybe making her orgasm on the stairs wasn’t the best idea. He still had his pants to remove, and his cock already felt too big as it was.
Still, he didn’t stop, and instead climbed the stairs, heading to the top, and moving to his room that was now going to be their room. He was not going to allow Vanessa to sleep away from him. He wanted it all. She was his wife, and he was going to share everything with her.
Without waiting for a response, he let her go on the bed, and then stepped back, finally removing his shirt, and taking a little time to ease the zipper past his raging erection.
She was a dream. So beautiful.
And he removed his pants and boxer briefs within seconds, ignoring the stiffness of his cock, as he climbed onto the bed and moved between her thighs.
Her beautiful blonde hair was fanned out across his pillow, and he stared into her blue eyes. They stared up at him, and he wondered what she was thinking.
“This is going to hurt,” he said. “Don’t fight me. Let the pain subside, and then we’ll have some fun.”
He lifted her thigh, reached between them, aligning his cock to her entrance.
Diago returned his gaze to hers, and he didn’t prolong the torture, or try to make it better. To him, the best way to get through the pain was to tear the Band-Aid right off, and that was what he did. He slammed balls-deep inside her, feeling her virginity tear as he did, which made her his.
Vanessa was a virgin, and now she was his wife completely.