CHAPTER THIRTEEN #2
I lift her easily, carry her to the leather sofa in the corner, and lay her down like she’s a gift I’m about to unwrap. She watches me, biting her bottom lip as I kneel between her legs and spread her open.
Her pussy glistens in the low light. Pink. Perfect. Begging.
I slide another finger inside her and lower my mouth. The moment my tongue touches her, she shatters—screaming, writhing, grabbing for anything to ground herself.
“Not yet,” I growl, biting her inner thigh. “You don’t come until I tell you to.”
She clenches her jaw, fighting the urge. That only makes me want to break her more.
“Turn around,” I command, flipping her over and dragging her hips back until her ass is pressed to my cock.
“Don’t scream,” I warn her—and then I slam into her in one hard, punishing thrust.
She collapses under the pressure of it, her cry muffled by the cushion. But I don’t stop. I grip her hips and fuck her harder—deep, relentless strokes that make her sob my name.
She screams for more. For mercy. For release.
I slide my thumb into her mouth. “Bite down if it’s too much.”
Her teeth sink in as I pound into her again. And again.
“Do you want me to stop?” I grit out, the tension winding tight in my gut.
“You better not,” she pants, throwing a look over her shoulder that damn near finishes me.
I growl, wrap one hand around her throat, the other around her breast, and pull her upright—impaled on my cock, her back flush to my chest.
Her ass slams into my hips, her cries louder now, ragged, raw. I feel her pulse clenching around me—close.
But I’m not ready for it to end.
I pull out and drop onto the sofa, sitting back. “Ride me, bella .”
Her eyes widen. “I don’t think I can… where would it even go?”
“Sit. Now.” My voice leaves no room for argument.
She climbs onto my lap, trembling, wide-eyed. I guide her down slowly, watching her come apart inch by inch. Her breath hitches. She bites her lip. Our eyes lock.
“Open your eyes, Cassandra,” I murmur, gripping her hips. “I want you to watch me fuck you.”
She obeys—eyes wide, locked on mine. I thrust up, burying myself inside her.
“Kiss me,” I growl.
Her lips crash to mine—soft, tasting like cherries and recklessness. She kisses me like it’s the only thing tethering her to this moment.
And then I pull her all the way down onto me.
She screams.
I hold her there, deep inside her, then start to move—lifting her, slamming her back down again and again.
Her head drops to my shoulder. I hold her tight, arms wrapped around her back as I fuck her hard enough to make the room spin.
Still not enough.
I stand, lifting her with me. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I pound up into her—slamming her against the wall with every brutal thrust.
She’s trembling. Her cries broken. Her body stretched thin.
“One more time,” I whisper. “Come for me, bella .”
“I-I can’t—”
“You can. Be a good girl and come for Daddy.”
I lay her on her back, hook her legs over my shoulders, and drive into her, deeper than ever before.
She sobs my name, her nails carving into my back.
I continue to thrust my cock into her, grinding deep, not stopping until she’s wrung out and breathless. I chase her down the edge and follow her over it with a deep, guttural groan, spilling inside her like I’ve found home in her body.
I collapse over her, bracing myself on my forearms, kissing her like I’ll never taste her again.
She touches my cheek. Then presses a kiss to my lips. And another to my forehead. Something shifts inside me. Something dangerous.
We stay like that for a moment. Breathing each other in.
Still connected. The room is dark but I can still see the beauty, the contentment, in her eyes.
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and I don’t know how I’m going to convince myself to remove my cock from inside of her, much less, give her away.
Her eyes flutter open, dazed and glassy. “What now?”
I press a kiss to her lips.
“Now you belong to me.”
I dress in silence, buttoning my shirt, sliding my watch back on.
She lies there, naked, taunting me, watching me like I’m the one being hunted. Like I’m her prey. It drives me fucking crazy.
I want to taste her and bury my cock inside of her all over again.
But I don’t, I restrain myself—barely. When I’m fully dressed, I turn to look at her one last time.
“See you around, Cassandra,” I murmur, my voice cool, unreadable.
Her eyes flash—defiance, maybe regret. “See you around, Mr. Italian,” she retorts, chin lifted.
I don’t respond. I step out the door without another word.
But I don’t leave. I pause just outside, pull out my phone, and dial.
“Miguel,” I say when he picks up. “I need eyes on her. Now.” I wait in front of the door until he appears, face hard and alert.
“No one goes in that room until she opens the door herself,” I say, my tone low and sharp.
“Understood?” “Yes, Boss.” “When she leaves, you follow. Make sure she gets home safe. And then…” I meet his gaze, my own voice dropping into something colder.
“Don’t lose sight of her. I don’t care if it takes days.
Weeks. Months. Until I say otherwise, you watch her.
” Miguel nods without hesitation. “Got it, Boss.” I walk away without looking back.
But in my mind, she’s still there. Naked. Moaning my name.
Tasting like sin and surrender. And I know one thing with absolute certainty— Cassandra Solis will be my bride. She just doesn’t know it yet.
****
Present Day.
Cassie blinks, her eyes wide. I can see it in her eyes that she remembers.
She tries so hard to hide it but after that kiss, there’s no doubt in my mind that she wants me.
I felt it. She’s been fighting every single one of her instincts since I brought her to my home.
Now I just wish she’d just let herself feel.
The applause from the crowd is loud and polite. It takes a great deal of effort to turn away from Cassie and face our well-wishers. They’re mostly members of the Cosa Nostra. Important people that would have taken it as a slight had I decided not to invite them to my wedding.
I can see them looking now, wondering who Cassie is. They’re wondering why I married a woman that’s not a part of world. One that can’t manipulate or use against me. Which is precisely why this is such a good match.
The priest pronounces us husband and wife and I hold her hand in mine as we both turn to the congregation. I feel Cassie’s hand tremble in mine.
“Don’t be scared, mi vida. They’re all vultures. But you’re their queen now. Untouchable. I promise to never let anyone harm you,” I say lowly so that only she can hear.
My words seem to provide her with some measure of strength. I hear her exhale a soft breath and when I look at her, there’s a small light smile playing on her lips. Genuine, strong.
I know without a doubt she’s ready.
***
The reception is the part I hate most in any wedding. Especially my own. Way too many formalities, way too many people I have to talk to and allow to kiss my ass. It’s exhausting
My wife is in a corner with her friends. I let her off a couple minutes ago after we spent an hour going around the party. She’s doing a good job of keeping her head up but considering all that’s happened today, I know she’s this close to wanting to bolt.
“Your wife is exquisite, Luciano,” a man in a velvet green suit says as he walks up to me. “You’re a lucky man.”
Cristian Moretti. He’s the head of another family in the Cosa Nostra. Not as powerful as mine but he’s has his own reach. He’s made himself a man not to cross, a man with all the information.
“Moretti,” I acknowledge shaking his head. “Thank you for coming.”
He arches a dark brown eyebrow, “You’ve had to say that to everyone that’s come up to you?”
“Wedding pleasantries I’m afraid. They’ll remember how polite I was to them at my wedding when they have thoughts of stabbing me in the back.”
Moretti chuckles, blue eyes filled with mirth, “That’s a good plan, Don. Especially now with enemies circling around you.”
“What do you mean, enemies?” I ask in a low tone.
He has this annoying all-knowing smirk on his face that pisses me off.
“I noticed your brother’s absence from the wedding today,” he says in lieu of replying.
Or maybe it is a reply. Either way, it pisses me off.
“And that’s your business how?”
“He’s a potential enemy isn’t he? Has been since your father passed away? Could be a Don, almost as good a you,” he says still smirking.
“The key word is almost,” I bite out. “And my brother would never turn against me.”
His eyes practically glint with the knowledge he possesses. Knowledge I need to have as soon as possible.
“Brothers turn against brother every single day, Damien. Just remember that. I’ll see you around.”
And then he walks away, leaving me with vague words alluding to a betrayal that would never fucking happen. Luca appears at my side as soon as Cristian walks away.
“Find out what he knows and if he’s planning something,” I order.
He nods, moving silently away and back to his position against the wall, surveying the party.
I turn away, my eyes meeting Sofia’s eyes. She’s been worried all day, waiting for our brother to appear. Apparently he told her he would, but so far he’s been a no show.
I’m walking over to ask her about him, when the doors of the hall open and in walks the asshole.
Dante strides into the hall without a care in the world, acting like he didn’t just miss the entirety of his brother’s wedding ceremony.
At least he’s dressed appropriately. In a black suit that he should have worn while standing behind me.
He’s lucky I’m not sentimental enough to care that my best man wasn’t behind me. This wedding was simply a formality. My way of collecting on a deal. Cassie’s belonged to me for years.
Dante’s face is blank when he reaches me.
“Finally decided to join, little brother?” I question with a raised eyebrow.
“Figured I might as well come and congratulate you. Sulking’s not a good look on me, as you know,” he replies, his lip tilting up in a smirk.
He’s too calm.
My eyes narrow, “What are you up to?”
“Absolutely nothing, fratello . Where’s the blushing bride?” he asks looking around searching for her.
“Where she’s meant to be,” I reply through gritted teeth.
It seems everyone’s intent on pissing me off today.
“Come on, Damien. I just want to meet my new sister in law. You already took her away from me but who knows, if she meets me she might realize she got the wrong end of the deal and this time we give her a chance to choose her own Luciano.”
I take a moment before I speak. My brother enjoys getting a rise out of me and I’m not going to give him that satisfaction.
“First of all, she was never yours, Dante. I’m getting sick and tired of saying that. Secondly, I’d actually very much like to see you try,” I inform him, my gaze moving to the corner where Cassie’s standing with her friends.
Her eyes meet mine and I gesture for her to come over. She makes a face like she’d rather not which makes my lips twitch. Eventually, she makes her way over to us. She looks beautiful in a short tulle purple dress. A part of me wants to lift her into my arms and get her the fuck out of here.
But thankfully I possess a lot of self-control. “ Mi vida , I’d like you to meet my elusive brother, Dante.”
He turns around with a smile I expect he thinks is charming.
“Hello, gorgeous,” Dante purrs.
I roll my eyes. This should be fun. I’ll allow it, because I’m pretty sure he needs to get all his anger out of his system one way or the other.
And if this is the route he’s choosing, then so be it. It’ll be fun watching Cassie put him in his place.