26. ~Nico~
26
~Nico~
It was blatantly apparent to me how nervous Caterina was about tomorrow.
Our wedding day.
She never left things to the last minute. She was always extremely well-prepared.
Yet, now she was in a bridal shop only just picking out her wedding dress.
Off the rack, too. Again, most definitely not her way.
I reached the changing room that the store owner had told me she was in and rapped on the door. “Decent?”
“Yes—I mean—Nico, is that you?”
The lock clanged, and I pushed open the door a split second later, stepping into the space.
I’d thought her confirming she was dressed meant she’d changed back into her street clothes or something. But I got a hell of a surprise when, instead, I found her there, still in her wedding dress.
Fuck me.
I took in the strapless ballgown with a jeweled bust and golden flower embellishments all over the skirt.
“This is… stunning.”
She shrugged. “It’s not fitted properly, but it’ll do for a facade.” She eyed the door worriedly. “Didn’t the store owner see you?”
“She’s been properly compensated to turn a blind eye to my presence and to step out for a little while.”
“Of course she has,” she said with a wry smile.
Unfortunately, that beautiful smile slipped all too soon as she gestured at the veil hanging on a hook in the corner of the changing room. “I wanted a tiara and I hate veils, but it’s tradition, one my father is enforcing. Just like the wedding being on a Sunday.”
“Yes, tradition to your father is twisted into a means to exert control.”
“He’s making a mockery of it, really.”
“I’m sorry that this is how your wedding is going to be.”
She lifted a shoulder. “I never dreamed of getting married, anyway. I always saw it as an infringement on my freedom. And lo-and-behold, that’s exactly what my father has tried to make it be.”
“It won’t be. We just have to get through tomorrow, and the rest will be our way.”
“Except in public.”
“For a time only.”
She sighed and walked back to the mirror, screwing up her face at the sight of her in the dress. Then she turned from it and back to me, becoming all business, as she asked, “Is everything still set for tomorrow? Please tell me you didn’t come here to tell me there’s been a complication or a setback?”
“Everything is set and under control. Thanks to my sources and you impressively planting false intel, the Lone Gunners believe a joint Marchetti-Leone attack is imminent after the wedding, and they’ll launch a preemptive strike during the reception.”
“Good,” she breathed. “All good then.” She cocked an eyebrow. “Why are you here then if there’s no issue?”
“I wanted to check in with you in person.”
“I told you I’m not looking to run. Not now.”
“I didn’t think that. I came to make sure you’re okay. All of us wanted to come, but it would’ve drawn attention, so you’ve got me. Seeing as though I’m the groom, I figured it was the most appropriate.”
She chuckled. “I see.”
“So?”
She shoved a hand through her hair. “I’m fine. As fine as can be with what awaits me tomorrow.”
“I’ll be right by your side as soon as you walk down the aisle to me.”
“I know,” she said, beaming at me. “I know all three of you will be.” She unzipped her dress and pushed it down, muttering, “I just can’t wait to get it over with, then the worst will be behind us.” She pulled off the dress and hung it back on the hanger, standing there in just her underwear—a white lace bra and panties.
My dick jerked at the sight.
A growl escaped me next as she bent over to pick up her dress pants on the floor. She pulled up short and rose back up, then turned to me. “Seriously? Right now?”
“Yes, seriously.”
I was on her in the next second and shoving her up against the wall, my hand to her throat.
A dirty smile played on her lips.
I skated the fingers of my other hand up her thigh and she trembled, her pupils dilating.
I brushed my thumb over her panties, feeling her wetness. “Mmm, did you get wet just from seeing me, Caterina?”
“Maybe a little.”
I slid my hand down from her throat and teased the tops of her breasts sexily encased in all that white lace. She undulated against the wall, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and she panted for me too. Fucking perfect.
The need shining in her emerald eyes slammed up against mine, and I couldn’t contain it. So, the next thing I knew, I was spinning her around and pushing her against the wall, holding her there by her nape, while I slapped her ass with my free hand.
She jolted with each strike and pushed back against me, wanting more rough and pain, just like I’d expected of her.
I released her nape and tore her panties from her, earning a yelp of surprise. Then I scraped my nails down her reddened flesh, and I smiled to myself as she basically started humping the wall in her skyrocketing need.
I opened my pants and shoved them down, too worked up to take them off all the way, then I slapped her legs apart and dragged my shaft through her cunt, drenching it in her wetness, getting it nice and slick.
I heard her breath catch when I brought it to her ass and teased her hole.
“I’ve been fantasizing about taking your ass since I watched Milo ream this pretty little hole that night.”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Mmm, yeah, there’s my filthy little princess.”
I spread her cheeks, then spat into her hole and on my cock head, making her jerk, then push back, asking for more.
I spat again, watching my saliva drip into her little asshole, and then I pushed in until my crown sank into her.
Her insane grip had me snarling, the pressure sending sparks of bliss through me. As if the sight of me starting to own her ass wasn’t already making me fucking crazy as it was.
I cupped her wet cunt in a vicious grip that had her digging her nails into the wall and crying out, and I used the distraction to sink in another couple of inches.
“Oh, God,” she choked, throwing her head back onto my shoulder.
“That’s it, baby, let me in. Show me how much your greedy ass wants to welcome my cock, how desperate you are to be stretched, abused, and fucked by a beast like me.”
“More… more, Nico,” she uttered, all breathy.
“I love the way you choke on my name when I’m inside you.”
I pulled out an inch, then drove back in deep, filling her all the fucking way, making her take every inch of me.
She screamed and lurched against the wall.
I clamped my hand over her mouth as I stilled inside her, letting her get used to me, before I gave her the ass fucking of her life.
“Reach back and spread your ass open for me.”
She was too far gone to even offer a protest at the degradation of my demand, and she just did it, spreading her cheeks wide and giving me a hell of a view as I started rocking in and out of her, stretching her and making her burn for me.
I flicked and pinched her clit, earning shudder after shudder and her muffled screaming into my palm.
I thrust two fingers inside her cunt, meeting my dick deep in her ass, and she came right away, drenching my hand.
She was fucking loving this.
Her reaction had me losing it, and then I was pounding into her ass with absolutely no mercy, watching her bounce for me as she fought to meet my wild, rapid-fire thrusts, even as her breasts scraped against the wall from the violence of it all.
I twisted my hand all over her cunt, dragging my knuckles across her sensitive flesh and it had her coming again, drenching my hand, and her ass clamping down ever tighter around me.
I pounded rougher, harder, even more merciless, into her tight little hole, breaking her open for me, and sending her over the edge again and again, until she was squealing into my hand, then biting it like an animal.
Fucking yes!
“I want you to picture this as you’re standing at the altar tomorrow. Picture me reaming your ass and you loving every second of it as my filthy fucking princess. Picture my cum filling you, it dripping down your thighs, and me fucking it back inside you where it belongs with my fingers while you squirm and pant because it’s all too much, too fucking sensitive after taking a brutal ass fucking from your feral beast of a husband.”
She screamed something muffled into my hand, a moment before she shuddered all over and came harder than before, slamming her ass back against me.
I lost control then and bit down on her right shoulder as I spurted inside her with a snarl.
She brought her hand up and pushed down on my head and I took the cue. I couldn’t not in my current state, and I bit down harder, not just scraping skin, but breaking it, until I tasted her blood on my lips and drank it down too.
As I pulled my mouth away, I watched blood trickling down her skin.
I groaned and pulled out of her, then stuffed two fingers in her ass, shoveling my cum back inside before it could start leaking out.
She eased my hand from her mouth and moaned, “Nico,” while squirming against my fingers.
I kept them buried deep as I nuzzled against her cheek when she turned toward me.
Our gazes clashed, and I smiled as I saw a whole lot of wondrous satisfaction in hers. I was right there with her there. “You’re perfect for me. So fucking perfect.”
She beamed out at me. “I’ll consider this a preview of our wedding night. Us and the boys.”
“Can’t wait, hmm?”
“I’m looking forward to it.” Pain infected her features then. “I don’t want you to leave.”
“Me or my fingers buried deep in your sexy ass?”
She chuckled. “Can’t it be both?”
“Yes, it absolutely can.” I licked the blood trickling down her shoulder. “This is going to leave a hell of a mark.”
“Then it’ll be perfect for the show we need to put on tomorrow.”
I hated that. I hated that we had to pretend it was something else, a mark of my dominance over her, of her being used and abused. “Yeah,” I murmured, instead of speaking to it, knowing it would only serve to work me up. She needed me calm and reassuring her right now, not flying off the handle or highlighting how awful tomorrow was really going to be. She was already well aware of that, as it was. Any peace and solace I could give her before that was worth everything.
“We have another ten minutes before the store owner is gonna come back in here. I’ll stay right here holding you until then.”
She nuzzled tighter to me. “Sounds good.”