Chapter 11
DARIO
I watch her play her role seamlessly. Madalina has the talent of appearing interested in what people say to her. She answers their questions politely, all while holding my hand and giving me the occasional look of affection that you’d expect from a woman in love with her husband. She’s so good at it, even I start to get convinced
“It’s been a while since we saw your father, Dario. Is he considering retirement now that you are married?” Lorenzo Contino asks with a smug-as-fuck look on his face. He used to run a district for my father but had to be replaced when he allowed it to get out of his control.
“No, no retirement plans, yet,” I assure him, and anyone else listening. Parties like these, you never know whose ears are owned by an enemy.
“Plenty of time to start a family of your own, then.” Lorenzo's wife, who seems pregnant every time I see her, chimes in, and I note the way Madalina blushes as if it would be a sin.
“No, no plans for a family yet. We want to enjoy each other for some time before we throw ourselves into parenthood.” She wraps both her arms around mine and looks up at me through her lashes. It’s cute-as-fuck, but I can guarantee that if she knew the truth she’d want to claw my eyes out, instead of gaze into them
“Kids are overrated.” A voice comes from behind us and when I recognise it I close my eyes and take a calming breath.
“Madalina, this is my brother, Cassio,” I sigh impatiently. I was not expecting him to be here tonight. These kinds of parties are far too sophisticated for him.
“Your brother? I didn’t know you had a brother.” Madalina allows him to take her hand when he reaches for it, and she keeps her confused stare on me as he places his mouth over the top of it.
“I’m the DeMarco bastard, I’m rarely spoken about,” Cassio tells her, as his eyes prowl over her like a hungry wolf. It makes me want to use my thumbs to force them into the back of his skull.
“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I don’t recall you being at the wedding.” Madalina smiles at him, showing her na?vety.
“That’s because I wasn’t invited to the wedding, sweetheart.” He leans in closer to her so he can whisper, and when he takes a sniff of her, I tense my fist. “I’m not exactly my father’s proudest asset.”
I don’t like him being close to her, so I shift my body and stand between them.
“Well, now you’ve met you can move along,” I tell him, not wanting to make a scene, but prepared to smash his face through Elena Torin’s fancy, glass coffee table if he doesn’t take the fucking hint.
“I commend you on your choice, Dario. I see now she was worth all the trouble.” He stumbles on his feet to stay standing, confirming that he’s drunk, high, or maybe both. Nothing would surprise me with him.
“It was good to meet you, Madalina .” I hate the way he says her name with the hint of a threat in his tone. I swear, if I didn’t have an audience, I would put the waste of space on his ass but when it comes to him the less attention that is given, the better.
“Come on, let’s go find Elena.” I take my wife’s elbow and move her in the opposite direction hoping to find our host. The sooner I can make my presence known, the sooner I can get us the fuck out of here.
“What was all that about?” Madalina asks as I drag her through the hall toward the room where Fabio’s wife is having her awful attempts at art exhibited.
“Nothing.” I do my best to act as if what happened is no big deal but the frustration building up inside me is making it hard to fucking sell.
“Bullshit, that was far too tense,” she points out with a cute, little giggle that only seems to add to my irritation.
“Don’t fucking swear,” I remind her under my breath, smiling politely to Mr. Rutherford as he passes us with his third, much younger, wife on his arm.
“Then be honest with me, what was all that about? How do you have a brother that I’m only just finding out about?”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” I warn, seeing the curious glint in her eyes and knowing there is no way she’s going drop this. “Cassio is not relevant.” I shake my head.
“Then why has he got you so worked up?” She keeps on poking.
“Come on, we'll go show our faces to the Torins and then we’ll get out of here.”
“I don’t want to.” She pulls me back and stands firm. “I want you to tell me what the fucking deal is with your brother.” Suddenly, all my anger for Cassio redirects to her and I snap.
“What did I tell you about fucking swearing?” I check the corridor and when I see that we’re alone, I grab her throat, open the door behind her, and force her through the nearest door .
“Dario—” She struggles against me as we enter the pitch-black room and without caring to look at what kind of room we’re in, I slam the door closed and push the front of her body against it.
“You’re far too pretty to use curse words.” I slide my hand up under the dress I chose for her to wear tonight and grip her panties.
“The only time I want to hear filthy words from this pretty, little mouth is when I’m inside you. Do you understand?” I snatch the back of her hair in my fist.
I can feel her fear. Lately, I’ve been far too lenient with her, and it seems that tonight my wife needs a reminder of the man she married.
“This is going to be fast, and you are not going to come,” I warn her, already feeling her pussy soak my fingers as I stroke her through the lace.
“Dario,” she whispers my name, already sounding desperate.
“Shhhhh. No words.” I drag her dress up over her ass, slapping one of her cheeks hard with my palm before I take out my cock.
“It’s been far too long since I came inside you. I want you to walk back into that room with a pussy full of your husband’s come. Those other fuckers out there can all look, they can desire and imagine, but you’ll know who you belong to. You’ll know, because you’ll be able to feel me dripping out of you.” I slide my cock through my palm and let her feel my knuckles brush against her back. “Then, when we get home, I’m going to fuck you full with some more,” I whisper, as I pull her panties to the side and line myself up with her entrance. Her body tenses when I let the thick head of my cock slicken with her pleasure.
“Please, Dario.” I smile to myself when I hear the desperation in her voice, and although I originally intended to make this fast, I decide I'd much rather her suffer.
“I like how that sounded, I think you should do a little more begging for me.” I slide my cock between her pussy lips and feel her shiver.
“Please.” I love how this girl can go from hating me to being completely at my mercy. “Please, Dario,” she whispers, reaching her hand back and tugging at my hips like a needy, little whore.
“Now, who’s worked up?” I laugh into her ear. “I think I should make you wait. Make you suffer that empty feeling inside you, that’s pulsing for me, a little longer,” I tease, as her clit throbs against my cock.
“No! Please.” Her head shakes.
“You’re happy to make me wait for what I want,” I remind her.
“That’s different. This is–”
“Desperate?” I finish her sentence for her as I pinch her clit between my finger and thumb, making her legs buckle and earning myself a long, pleading moan from her throat.
“I don’t like the way my brother just looked at you. I don’t like the way any of the men in that fucking room have been looking at you. I think you need a reminder of who this body belongs to.”
“Then remind me… husband.” She sounds seductive now, instead of weak, and I love how receptive she’s been toward me since I provided her with those pills. It’s amazing what a false sense of security can do.
I have every reason to believe that Madalina already has something very precious of mine growing inside her, it’s been over a month since we were married and there has been no sign of her bleeding.
She hasn’t seemed to question that, and I don’t know when she will. But until she does, I figure it’s not going to hurt to ensure that the deed is done.
Slowly, I push up inside her, forcing my hand over her mouth when the gasp she makes comes out far too loud.
“I’d love for everyone here to know how much Mrs. DeMarco likes to take her husband's cock, but we must not steal Elena’s thunder,” I whisper as I start to thrust inside her, hard and fast, creating friction against the door. Madalina breathes heavily as I fuck her. She knows, as well as I do, that she won’t be able to resist coming for me.
“Dario. I’m–”
“Hold on to it. Don’t you dare fucking come,” I warn. I want her to be a wound-up wreck when I get her back home. I like the idea of toying with her and keeping her on edge.
I can’t say my feelings out loud, because they would give me away, but the thought of her womb already growing my child makes this woman even more fucking sexy. She’s going to look stunning when she’s showing, and I slide my palm from her hips onto her stomach as I picture how it’ll look getting big and round with our child.
“Dario, I can’t hold it,” she warns, almost sounding as if she’s in pain, and when I cup under her jaw, I grunt deep and loud as I fill her pussy with everything that I’ve been building for her since this morning.
“Hold it, don’t let it go,” I warn, watching her breathe steadily as she tries to restrain herself.
“You're getting so good at taking my instruction, Madalina, you're making me so proud. Don’t let me down now.” My cock pulses inside her and she grips my jacket and breathes steadily, desperately trying not to.
“Good girl.” I tap her cheek with my fingers as I pull out of her and tuck my cock back into my pants.
“You're cruel.” She turns around to face me and although it's dark in here, I can imagine how angry she looks.
“Tell me that later when I’m letting you finish.” I kiss her cheek, before leading her back out to the party.