Chapter 12
EMILIA
"You're a virgin, aren't you, Emilia?" His voice comes from the door behind me. Turning, I see him leaning against the open door, his frame filling the doorway like a predator blocking the only exit. "As adamant as your mother was about showing the sheets tomorrow morning, I figure you must be."
Standing a little straighter, I rip my eyes from his body.
The way his shirt stretched across his chest, the way his sleeves were still rolled up, revealing those tattooed forearms. "I am.
" His blank expression changed; he was smug now.
Walking fully into the room, he catches the edge of the door, and it slams shut.
The sound echoed through the room like a gunshot, final and terrifying.
He didn't stop moving toward me, his eyes locked on me. Each step deliberate, measured, as if he were stalking prey. "Have you ever touched yourself?"
"No," I whispered.
"You want me to believe that at twenty-two you've never pleasured yourself? Never taken these long slender fingers and slid them between your legs?" He picked up my hand, turned it over so my palm faced up, and traced each finger with his. The touch was feather-light but burned like fire.
"No, I haven't." I held my head high, squaring my shoulders. I might be a killer, but liar isn't on the list of attributes I hold.
"Why not?" He dragged his hand up my arm, leaving goosebumps on my skin.
"It felt dirty," I whispered, avoiding his gaze.
"Oh, good old Catholic guilt." He chuckled and dropped my hand.
"You are aware I will be doing more than touching you, right?
" I nodded. He walked behind me and began to undo the zipper of my wedding dress.
The sound of each tooth separating seemed deafening in the quiet room.
"You look terrified. How is that possible?
You've given orders to kill men, you've taken lives, yet here you are shaking like a leaf at the thought of sex. Where's the guilt for that?"
"There's nothing to feel guilty for when ridding the world of men who have no business taking up space in it," I said without emotion.
"Oh, there's the dona I was expecting." He pulled harder on the corset laces.
"I'm not the dona." My words whispered, and were laughable after he'd figured out my secret.
"No, but I am the don, and I'm going to take what's mine.
" With one simple tug, the heavy weight of the dress dropped to the floor and pooled around my feet.
The cool air hit my skin, raising goosebumps everywhere.
"I can see you did obey something I asked of you, Emilia.
" Closing my eyes, I hoped he would delay his touch on my now naked body.
When I'd received the note he'd sent, I read it six times, sure he'd been joking.
Wife,
I expect you to be naked under that dress.
Husband
Blinking quickly, I frantically called Letty into the room. I held out the note and watched her face change from confusion to disbelief.
"Well, let's get you dressed. I'll get everyone out." She left the bathroom, and I could hear her shooing my family out. There was no way I could get dressed with them staying around now.
My mind came back to the present, and I couldn't believe I was standing naked in front of a man. Well, I was still wearing my thigh-high stockings and shoes, so was I totally naked? Semantics Emilia, of course, you're naked. I couldn't keep my mind from spiralling.
I jumped when Nico put his hand on my bare lower back and walked on the delicate beading of my dress as he moved in front of me again, his fingers never once leaving my skin. The connection was electric, overwhelming.
"You're even more perfect than I imagined.
" He moved his hand from my hip to cup the apex of my thighs.
"Are you wet? Do you like this, my bride?
" My breath caught in my throat as he dipped his finger between my legs.
Biting the inside of my lip, I vowed not to make a sound.
His fingers found my core and pushed up into me. "You're soaked, amore."
"I'm not your amore." I spat, taking a step back from him. He lifted his hand and looked at it before putting a finger in his mouth and sucking it clean, repeating the process on the other two fingers that touched me.
"Just like I thought. Delicious." He said, taking a step closer to me.
Lifting his hand, I cowered slightly, but his middle finger rested on my lip.
"Open your mouth." I kept my jaw tightly clamped against the pressure on my lip.
"Don't make me use force so soon in our betrothal.
Open your mouth." His words were quiet but commanding.
I let my jaw go slack, and he pressed his finger between my lips. "Suck." He growled.
I followed his instructions and ran my tongue around his finger, keeping my eyes locked on his, challenging him to break the hold I had on him.
He pulled his finger out with a pop and the smirk he bore, tired into a grin.
"I never dreamed you'd be so filthy. No, that's not true, I just didn't expect you to be so willing.
Under all that seriousness is a woman desperately trying to break free.
" In one swoop, his arms wrapped around me, and he lifted me off the floor.
Cradling me, I expected to be gently laid on the bed, but he took me to the dresser and placed me in front of it.
"Put your hands on the dresser." I heard his belt slide along the fabric of his pants with a whoosh before it clanged to the floor.
His zipper lowering was deafening, and I clamped my eyes shut.
"Open your eyes, you're going to watch your reflection as I take you," he said, leaning over my back and whispering in my ear.
I opened my eyes and couldn't understand how he knew.
Moving a hand down my back, he touched me ever so gently, like he'd actually cared.
His fingers ran over my spine, tracing each vertebra, and stopped above my ass.
With his other hand, he reached around and slid between my slit.
His fingers twirled around my clit, my breath caught in my throat at his touch, and I involuntarily moved my hips closer to him.
"That's a good girl, you make people think you're innocent, but all you've wanted today was my touch.
" He shoved two fingers in me and spread them open.
"I was worried you wouldn't be ready for me, but you've proven to exceed my expectations. "
He pulled his hand out of me, and I locked my eyes on the reflection of him behind me.
He rubbed the tip of his cock against me, barely inserted it.
Grasping my hips, he held me tightly and rammed into me.
Our eyes locked on one another when my cry pierced through the room.
I avoided looking at myself in the mirror, but I couldn't help but watch him.
"You can scream as loud as you want; nobody will hear you.
" Nico dragged his hand up my stomach and cupped my breast as he held me tightly to him.
"Do you want me to stop?" He asked quietly. I shook my head, no. I wanted his touch, to know what it felt like when a man entered me. To know what bliss the release of an orgasm was. "I need you to say it, Emilia."
"I don't want you to stop," I panted as the intense pressure of my building pleasure grew in my core.
My heart thundered, threatening to burst right out of my chest. The world spun faster, and I clung to the dresser for dear life as the pain subsided. Nico leaned over my back and didn't speak until I gasped for breath.
"You're mine now, amore. I claimed you, and with one thrust sullied you for anyone else." He wasn't moving; he was just buried in me. We were one, we were wed, and we'd consummated the vows we'd spoken only an hour ago.
I shouldn't be enjoying this. I was in a situation that I didn't want to be in, but all I wanted was more of him.
Why wasn't he moving? I ached for him to move too.
Was he disappointed? I bet he was. I had no idea what I was doing; he's used to women who know what sounds to make, how to pleasure him back. Not me, I was just the dumb virgin.
Nico pulled out of me, and I expected him to walk away, but he pressed himself back into me.
Over and over, with more gentility than he'd used initially.
Moving both his hands, he held my tits in his hands.
Grasping them tightly, and the friction of him moving against my nipples sent shockwaves to my core, and I had no control over the sigh that left my body.
Niccolò's chuckle made goosebumps cover my flesh.
He moved his hand from one breast, slipped around my waist, and pulled me against him tightly.
His movements were now limited, but he filled the place that had been reserved for him.
"Please, Nico," I panted, not knowing what I was asking for.
"Do you need to come, Emilia?" His raspy voice made me want him even more. Did he know how sexy he was? I'm sure he did; a man like him knows his power and sex appeal. "Talk to me, Emilia."
"I don't know. Yes, maybe. Oh, I don't know." I slapped my hand on the dresser in frustration and panted as he drew small circles on my clit.
"When you feel like you're going to explode, let it happen, don't fight the feeling. Trust me." He said, bending me over again and ramming his cock into me, slowly, methodically, and sensually.
Deep within me, a burning fire grew, and I wanted to stop, stop whatever was happening, but Nico didn't stop; he pulled on my nipple and twirled it gently between his fingers.
"Ahh." I cried as I placed my head against the cool stone top of the dresser, but it didn't quench the heat ripping through my body.
"Let it go, amore." He growled. Taking one last breath, I gave in to the feeling, and I shuddered violently as pleasure rocketed through my body, and the rest of the world became silent, and there was only him and me.
Whimpers escaped my lips, and a guttural moan followed.
Letting my head fall between my arms, I gasped for air.
Nico hadn't stopped pumping into me, and I felt like another earth-shattering orgasm was building.
"Come with me." He panted, and we cried out in ecstasy together.
My pussy spasmed and squeezed his cock as my legs shook, and I didn't think I had the strength to hold myself up.
We stood there, still joined together, Nico hanging on tightly, which was the only reason I didn't collapse on the floor.
My chest rose and fell, my breathing matching Nico's as we came down from the high we were on.
As suddenly as he'd entered, he pulled out of me, and I was left empty and craving his touch.
"Get dressed, we have to return to the party. "
Standing, I turned and watched him tuck himself into his pants. I was naked, and he hadn't even removed his pants. "I can't go back out there. Everyone will know what we did." I whispered, fearing someone would hear me as the heat rose in my cheeks.
"It's the transfer of power, the way things are done.
When we go back, everyone will know that I'm in control of the Carminatti organization now.
That's all they will entertain in their minds.
" He reached for my hand and pulled me back to where my dress lay in a rumpled heap.
"But I will know that you're mine, and the proof of that will run down your legs until the party is over.
" His smirk should have made me feel cheap, but for some reason, it made me feel claimed and safe.
Kneeling, he picked up the heavy dress. "How on earth were you wearing this all day?" He said, letting it drop back to where it had just been.
"I ate my Wheaties," I said smugly. His laughter filled the room as he walked to the closet, which was filled with clothing. He came back out with a black floor-length dress that I'd never seen before.
"Put this on, since you no longer have the right to wear a white wedding gown." He arched his brow and smirked as he unzipped the dress and pulled it off the hanger. Stepping into it, I was surprised it fit like a glove. Niccolò zipped me into it and offered me his arm.
We left the room as husband and wife. "It's strange, Nico, Everyone was offended at the idea of hanging a sheet for all to see, but those same people won't be offended at letting everyone know you're running down my thighs right now.
Seems a little hypocritical if you ask me.
" I walked ahead of him and could feel him walk up behind me.
His hand wrapped around my arm and pulled me to a stop.
With little effort, he pressed me up against the wall.
"This had nothing to do with our guests knowing what happened in our room, and everything to do with the fact that you've been living in my home for five days and it's taken all the restraint I possess not to do that before now.
" His words flit along my ear as he whispered, his body pressed against mine again, and his hand possessively on my abdomen.
"But you said." I couldn't formulate words. Nico had wanted me. It wasn't love, I wasn't naive enough to think that, but he wanted me.
"I know what I said, and it wasn't a lie, but this was pure lust taking control of me, amore.
" He put his finger under my chin and lifted my head, and I thought he was going to kiss me again.
"We have to get back to our party." He pulled away from me, and I glanced down the stairs where Lorenzo stood looking up at us.
Nodding quickly, Nico offered his arm, and I took it.