Chapter 19
Tiziano Constanzo
I couldn’t find peace even on my wedding night. My phone rang incessantly, and problems that should have waited insisted on chasing me. When I finally shut the damn thing off, I felt irritation throbbing at my temples.
The night was warm, the silence broken only by the sound of waves crashing against the rocks below. After dinner, Bianca had disappeared, probably trying to hide from me somewhere in the house.
I found her on the terrace, her small, delicate figure standing out against the vastness of the moonlit sea. She stared at the horizon with a distant expression, as though she wanted to be anywhere but here.
I had unfinished business with her, things that couldn’t wait.
“Beautiful view, isn’t it?” I said, breaking the silence and making her jump.
She turned quickly, her eyes wide.
“Yes, sir… Don Tiziano,” she corrected herself quickly, lowering her gaze as though she were afraid to look directly at me.
I walked toward her and stopped beside her.
“Are you still afraid of me?”
“No…” Her answer came out hesitant, unconvincing.
I laughed, a short, mocking sound.
“Bianca, you’re a terrible liar.”
She didn’t answer, only turned back toward the sea as though she wanted to lose herself in that endless expanse. But I wasn’t going to let her escape that easily.
“Come. I want to show you something,” I said, taking her hand.
She hesitated, but didn’t resist when I began leading her through the gardens. The place was illuminated by soft lights, and the scent of flowers mingled with the salt from the sea.
“Why are we here?” Her voice was barely a whisper.
“Because you need to understand that this house, this place, belongs to you now. And you need to get used to that.”
She looked at me, confused, but before she could say anything, I stopped abruptly and held her by the shoulders.
“And you need to get used to me.”
The closeness made her tense. Her breathing became uneven, and her eyes searched for something to focus on, anything but me. But I didn’t let her look away.
“You’re trembling. Why?” I asked, my voice low.
She tried to step back, but I held her firmly, leaning close enough to feel her warmth.
“I’m… just nervous,” she finally answered, her voice breaking.
“Nervous?” I repeated, a smile forming on my lips. “You don’t need to be nervous, Bianca. We’re only looking at the garden.”
“So what are we going to do now?” she asked, her voice still weak and hesitant.
I laughed again, but this time there was something darker in the sound.
“You’re my wife. What do you think married couples do on their wedding night?”
She tried to move away again, and this time I let her go, allowing her to take a few steps back.
“Go back to the bedroom,” I ordered, my tone making it clear that I wasn’t asking.
She hurried away, almost running, and I stayed there for a few more minutes, staring out at the property and giving her time to compose herself.
I walked into our bedroom and found it completely silent.
The only thing I could hear was her breathing, faster than it should have been.
Bianca stood near the window, her body tense, as if she were waiting for something that terrified her.
She was my wife, and yet she looked as though she were standing in front of a stranger. That needed to change.
I approached slowly, in no hurry. She sensed my presence before she even saw me. Her body stiffened even more, as though my closeness were a threat.
“Why are you always so frightened?” My voice came out low.
She didn’t answer, only kept her eyes fixed on the floor, as though refusing to look at me would be enough to keep me away.
“Bianca,” I called, my tone soft but authoritative. “Look at me.”
Hesitantly, she lifted her eyes, but only for a moment. Her gaze dropped again, and that irritated me.
“You’re my wife now. Stop acting like I’m going to hurt you for no reason.”
“I… I don’t know how to be your wife.” Her voice was so quiet I barely heard her.
I smiled, slow and slightly frustrated.
“Then I’ll teach you,” I said with a patience I didn’t know I possessed. I should have known it would be like this. She was very young and had never been touched.
Before she could protest, I raised my hand and touched her face, my fingers slowly tracing the line of her jaw to her chin. She held her breath but didn’t pull away. That was progress.
“It isn’t that complicated,” I continued, my voice low and rough. “Just listen to me. Obey me. And trust me.”
She swallowed hard, her gaze fixed somewhere beyond me.
“I don’t know if I can…”
“You can,” I interrupted, my hand sliding to her neck, feeling the rapid beat of her pulse beneath my fingers. “Trust takes time to build. But obedience starts now.”
My fingers kept exploring, sliding over her shoulder and then down her arm, while my other hand wrapped around her waist and gently pulled her closer. She didn’t fight me, but the slight tremor running through her body was impossible to ignore.
“Relax, Bianca,” I murmured, bringing my lips close to her ear. “There’s nothing to fear as long as you do exactly what I tell you.”
She drew in a deep breath, trying to pull away, but I didn’t let her go. My hands kept her in place, and my touch became firmer, more insistent.
“You want this as much as I do,” I whispered, my fingertips tracing the curve of her waist.
She finally looked at me, and something in her eyes changed. It wasn’t complete surrender, but it wasn’t only fear anymore either. There was curiosity, desire, and that was enough to make me smile again.
I leaned in, my face close enough to feel the warmth of her breath.
My lips touched hers, and this time it wasn’t a rough or hurried attack.
It was slow, almost gentle. Bianca hesitated, but she didn’t pull away.
When my hands slid around her back, drawing her even closer, I felt the exact moment she stopped resisting.
That was what I wanted.
When I pulled away, leaving my lips only inches from hers, I smiled again.
“See? That wasn’t so difficult.”
She was speechless, and that was exactly how I wanted her.
I guided her to the bed at her slow pace and, without ceremony, removed the dress she was wearing and dragged her panties down her legs. Her face turned red, and her entire body heated beneath my gaze.
I stopped for a few seconds, staring at her pink pussy, my mouth watering as I imagined my cock fucking that tight, virgin hole.
“Now I’m going to teach you the most important duty of a wife: fuck like a good little whore and moan like a slut. In our bed, in our bedroom, that’s how it’s going to be. I’m going to fuck you, not make love to you.”