Chapter Fourteen
Lorenzo
I helped Bianca get dressed again, still not believing that her pussy had squirted around my cock as she came all over me. It was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced in my life. Sex had always been fun and pleasurable with other women, but nothing compared to Bianca.
It felt like my body was filled with electrical currents when I was inside her, touching her.
We sparked anytime we clashed and argued growing up, the desire so deep for both of us, and both of us fighting it.
She was my best friend’s sister and the daughter of the man who took me in, even if he was an epic asshole.
Never once did I think or try to get out of the Morelli house, even after taking beatings from Luca Morelli.
It never crossed my mind because it would have taken me away from Romeo and Bianca and their sisters, who had become like sisters to me.
My life had been tied to the Morelli siblings since I was a kid, and my future would be tied to them as well because Bianca was mine. She always had been.
After she was dressed, I pulled her into my arms and gave her a kiss on the forehead, while pushing the damp strands of her hair away from her face.
She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around my waist, sighing in pleasure at being in my arms. That sigh was worth all the fights in the world.
I’d burn down the Morelli empire to keep her safe from her father and his plans for her.
“Let’s go back to the room. We can take a long, hot bath and relax for a while before we get ready for the wedding.”
“A bath sounds amazing.” Her voice was filled with exhaustion.
I’d kept reaching for her last night, unable to get enough, and then the explosive sex we’d just had zapped what was left of her strength.
Guilt that I might have been too hard on her the night before niggled at my conscience, but I quickly dismissed it when I remembered how she slipped her legs around my waist and pulled me into her body, begging for me to take her again.
“Is this the dress you want?” I asked her softly and picked up the discarded dress.
“No. It’s too expensive for a fake wedding.” She sighed. “It’s all too expensive for a fake wedding.”
“Your brother and I have it covered, Princess. Hell, even the Russians are chipping in to make sure you get married to me rather than Arias.” I smirked.
Money wasn’t something I’d worried about over the years.
I’d lived in Luca Morelli’s house until I moved out at eighteen.
I started working for him when I was seventeen, and I would have stayed where I was if I hadn’t been worried about drawing attention to my feelings for Bianca.
Leaving that house and leaving Bianca and her sisters vulnerable to their dad had been the hardest thing I’d ever done up until that point in my life.
The only thing that kept me sane was the fact that Romeo was there.
He stayed at the house to keep an eye on his sisters.
I wasn’t sure they understood why he didn’t move out as soon as he could.
He wanted to, but he had to stay behind, and I had to make sure Luca didn’t see through my arguments with Bianca to the raging desire I hid beneath the surface.
“Don’t think of it as fake, Bea,” I gently chided her.
None of this was fake. It might not have been a real wedding planned by a family, a huge ceremony, or had a reception to celebrate, but it was real.
She was going to be my wife. She was already in my bed, and I was going to do everything in my power to make sure it stayed that way.
I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her against my body for support. “Do you want the dress, Bea?”
She let out a little yawn, and I smiled in response. “Yes, but I shouldn’t.” She sighed and lay her head against my chest. “It’s really too much. I’ll just wear one of the dresses I brought with me.”
I rolled my eyes and kissed her head. “You’re getting the dress, Princess.”
“No, I’m not.” She huffed and looked up at me. “When I marry for real, I’ll buy a dress for that. I’m not going to buy one or have someone else buy one for a wedding that’s not real.”
I clenched my teeth, ready to spank her for calling our wedding and marriage fake.
In her mind, it was only a temporary situation until we figured out how to get rid of the agreement between the cartel and her father.
Once again, I imagined ripping the fucker’s heart out and shoving it down his throat.
“Then why try it on?” I questioned her. “Why did you leave my bed this morning, come shopping, and roam with Alek, if you didn’t have any intention of buying a dress?”
“I came down to eat and get coffee. I didn’t want to wake you, and Alek met me in the lobby.
He scolded me for not having you with me.
When he asked what I was doing, I told him I was going to get some breakfast and then have a look around the resort.
” She shrugged. “We started talking about the wedding today, and he asked if I’d bought a wedding dress.
I told him I hadn’t, but that I brought a few dresses from home to wear, and he pushed me into the boutique so I could try on dresses.
” She smiled. “I think he was bewildered by my not having a proper wedding dress.”
I laughed. “Alek doesn’t give a shit about a wedding dress. You could wear a paper bag, and he wouldn’t care. He was delaying you coming back to my bed.”
“Why?” She looked at me with confusion clearly written in her eyes.
“To give me time to wake up and notice you weren’t there. The fucker was taunting me that he was spending time with you while I was out of it, and when you should have been in my bed. It was a game to him.”
“For two people in two different families, you both seem to be good friends to know that much about each other.”
“Not friends, Princess. We have mutual respect for each other, and we are well aware of what the other is capable of. He’ll push the buttons and boundaries, but he won’t break them and risk a war.
Nobody wins a war between families. Lives get lost that way, and people are often caught in the crosshairs.
It’s too much of a risk, but he will try to get a rise out of me, and he knows the best way to do that is through you. ”
When she yawned again, I led her out of the fitting room and to the front counter.
I bought the dress despite her protests and led her back up to the suite.
While she got undressed, I drew her a warm bath in the jacuzzi tub.
She looked so relaxed when she lay her head back against the lip of the tub, letting her muscles relax in the bubbling, massaging heat.
I stripped off my clothes and ignored the stirring in my cock. She didn’t have the strength for more, and I didn’t want to hurt her. The blood from her virginity had covered my cock not even twenty-four hours ago.
When I was undressed and moved into position behind her, her eyes opened slightly as I pushed her shoulders forward and slid my body behind hers, then let her back rest against my chest. “You’ll have a beautiful wedding of your own one day, Princess.
This isn’t perfect. I know that, but you’ll get a better one someday.
” I left off the fact that I had every intention of being the groom in that someday wedding, too.
“You think so?” She sighed contentedly.
“I know so.” Get some rest, Princess. We are going to have a busy night.
As she curled up and slept on my chest, I used my hands to cup warm water and drizzle it down and across her skin. I massaged her arms, her shoulders, and her thighs with gentle caresses and watched as goosebumps spread across her chest and her nipples puckered in response.
God, she was so damn responsive to me and to my every touch.
I loved it. I loved the way she felt in my hands, in my arms, on my cock.
If I died tomorrow, I would die a happy man because I would know what it was to be with this woman.
She was everything I never thought I could have and so much more.
***
“Wake up, Princess.” I’d moved her over to the bed after she’d spent some time in the tub to relax her muscles. She was languid and compliant as I dried her off and moved her over to the bed, wrapped in a fluffy, white bathrobe the hotel offered as a courtesy.
She fell asleep again quickly, and I tugged on some pants to create a barrier to keep my cock under control.
If she hadn’t been a virgin yesterday, I would have fucked her in the tub and let her fall asleep with my dick still buried deep inside her.
That particular fantasy, I would need to make happen one day soon.
I’d never had a woman without a condom, and I’d never fallen asleep still plugging a pussy with my cock.
I’d thought about the cum I’d deposited deep inside her last night and this morning, taking root, and my chest squeezed.
If she were on birth control, I didn’t know about it.
She could have an implant of some type because she hadn’t been taking a pill each day.
I would have noticed that. So, if she had protection from pregnancy at all, it wasn’t in the form of a pill.
Part of me knew getting her pregnant might not be the best way to go about this, especially since she was so close to achieving her goals as a dancer, but the other part–the more feral and possessive part of me–wanted to claim her and make her mine in every way.
I stood over her and watched her sleep. Her brown hair was spread out in loose, damp waves across the pillow, her skin was glowing and healthy, and her plush pink lips were relaxed in sleep.
She was incredible. The only other place I had ever seen her look this relaxed and at peace was when she was dancing on stage.
My phone vibrated on the dresser, and I grabbed it before going into the living room of the suite to answer. “You didn’t check in last night,” Romeo muttered when I picked up. “I called Bea’s phone, and she didn’t answer either. I almost decided to drive my ass down there.”
“Things are good but weird. Everything is on schedule for us to get married tonight. We’re hijacking a wedding and getting married in the hotel before another couple ties the knot.”
“How did that come about?” Romeo asked curiously.
“Kozlov wants to see me and Bianca married. He knows about Arias.”
Romeo didn’t say a word for a few minutes as he digested what I said.
Then I dropped more information on him, “They have paid for quite a bit of our stay here. Apparently, they are covering our hotel, and Kozlov even went so far as to purchase a four-thousand-dollar suit for me and wanted to buy the wedding dress for Bianca.”
“Why does he want you two married? What does he gain from it?”
“I don’t know, Rome. But he does. There’s something else that he told me, but I haven’t had time to look into it yet.” I thought about keeping it to myself, but Romeo and I didn’t keep secrets from each other. ‘Except one’, I thought to myself, looking at the closed bedroom door.
“What?”
“Kozlov thinks that your dad had something to do with my father’s death, but I don’t know why or what. The way he said it, though, he seemed sure that your dad was involved and even responsible for it.”
I stopped talking, waiting for him to respond.
“If he did, that would be enough to break the trust between my father and his men.”
I nodded even though he couldn’t see me. “Yeah, but we would need proof, and the reason he would have wanted my father dead. If he said my father was a rat, that wouldn’t break the trust. It would enhance it. Nobody would bat an eye at him for killing a rat.”
“It could be for nothing,” Romeo growled in frustration. “He wouldn’t keep evidence of this around, and without proof, we have nothing.”
I could all but hear him pacing around his office.
“I’ve offered before.” I left the rest unspoken.
I’d offered to take care of his father before, but Romeo declined, wanting to wait the old man out so he could take over the family peacefully, and with the exchange of power and allegiance passing from his father to himself organically.
“I know,” he muttered. “I should have done it myself years ago. God knows I’ve wanted to kill the bastard since I was ten years old.”
“We both have. We did what we could to protect your sisters, Rome. No way they have allowed us to keep our family together back then.” We would have all gone into the system when we were kids, with no parents or family to take us in.
They would have torn us apart. Instead, when we were old enough, Rome and I shielded the girls as best we could, but the same logic applied.
No way would any judge have given custody of the girls to us.
We had to wait for Nicoletta to be old enough that they wouldn’t take her away from us.
By that time, Luca Morelli had advanced-stage cancer.
Why live with his blood on our hands when he was a dead man walking anyway?
There was no way we could have anticipated him offering up Bianca as a token of payment for joining the cartel to the Morelli family. It was hard to fathom why he was taking the family down this new path. One that would open us up to a deadly enterprise that paid more, but at what cost?
“I know.” I could hear the guilt in his voice. The weight of our family rested on his shoulders.
“I’ll take the burden on, Rome. You don’t need to live with the act of on your conscience,” I volunteered again to take out his father. I had blood on my hands already. What was another life to add to my body count?
“No,” he said gruffly. “If it comes down to it, I’ll take over my family’s empire by force, and I’ll be the one to end him. That’s my responsibility as the future head of the family.”