Chapter 64
Tiziano Constanzo
Days later...
She said yes. The sound of those words still echoed in my mind as I watched Bianca lying beside me, her hair tousled, her face softly illuminated by the small ray of sunlight that stubbornly slipped through the curtains and spilled over her skin.
The light seemed almost made for her, as if the universe knew that this moment, this day, had to be perfect.
I sat there watching her, feeling a peace I hadn’t known I was capable of feeling.
Instinctively, my hand went to her belly, which was already beginning to show more of our child.
The love I felt for her and for this child inside her was something that consumed me completely.
It was stronger than I ever could have imagined.
The only sound breaking the calm was Bianca’s soft breathing, still held in peaceful sleep, with a faint smile on her lips. I knew she was there, yet at the same time, it seemed as though the world around us didn’t exist. There was no rush, no pressure. Just the two of us.
I, who had always been ruthless in everything I did, now found myself completely vulnerable, utterly surrendered to her. I didn’t know how to put into words what I felt, but I knew that moment had immeasurable value.
Carefully, I moved a strand of hair away from her face, gently touching her skin. She shifted slightly, probably bothered by the light still insisting on coming through the window, and I smiled at the way she curled up in bed, trying to hide from the sun.
“Bianca...” I murmured. “You are the best thing that has ever happened in my life.”
I could hear her heart beating faster, and in response, she snuggled a little closer to me.
“I love you, Bianca. You and our son are the reason I breathe every day.”
“I love you too,” she whispered with a smile.
Bianca spent the entire day planning the wedding down to the smallest detail.
I watched her, enchanted by the excitement and dedication she put into every choice.
The sparkle in her eyes, the passion with which she spoke about the decorations, the dress, the perfect day...
All of it made me realize how much it meant to her.
If I had known it would make her this happy, I would have proposed much sooner.
But now, seeing her there, so involved, so radiant, I didn’t care how long it had taken to reach this moment.
After she said “yes,” with that sincere smile, she looked at me with a mischievous gleam in her eyes and said:
“But we’re already married.”
“This wedding will be exactly the way you want it. The honeymoon will be the best of all. I want everything to be different.”
I was willing to do anything to see her happy, to give her what she deserved.
“It’s already getting dark,” I said, approaching her as she sat surrounded by countless wedding catalogs spread across the table.
“Do we have somewhere to be?” she asked, looking at me with those curious eyes.
“I want to give you a wedding gift.”
She frowned, intrigued, and stepped a little closer to me.
“What?” she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.
“Come on, I’m going to give it to you,” I said, holding out my hand to her with a mischievous smile, making her even more curious.
I picked up a carefully folded blindfold and held it in front of her. She looked at me in surprise.
“What are you doing, Tiziano?” Her voice sounded more suspicious now, but there was a spark of amusement in it.
“Trust me,” I murmured, gently placing the blindfold over her eyes. “It’ll be a surprise.”
She let herself be guided, the blindfold covering her eyes, and the fact that she couldn’t see what was happening seemed to intensify the mystery. I led her to the car, helped her in, and did the same, getting in and taking the wheel afterward.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
I only smiled without answering until we reached her old house, the house where she had lived as a child. I knew that place held painful memories.
When we arrived at the house, I parked and paused before finally speaking:
“We’re here,” I said, getting out and helping her out right after.
Bianca remained silent, probably processing where we were, until I gently removed the blindfold from her eyes.
She blinked a few times, adjusting her vision to the soft light of night. When her eyes fixed on the house in front of her.
“Tiziano...” she whispered, confused, her eyes fixed on the house before her as she tried to understand what was happening. “Why did you bring me here?”
I approached her with a smile that didn’t hide my sarcasm.
“I bought the house back. My uncle didn’t even want it,” I replied.
She looked at me with an expression wavering between surprise and indignation.
“And what makes you think I want it?” she asked, her voice firmer now, though still marked by confusion. I knew what was happening there was unsettling to her, that house represented so much of what she wanted to leave behind.
I smiled dismissively, not answering right away. I walked to the car and took a gas can from the trunk. The sound of liquid spilling onto the ground was the only thing breaking the silence between us as she watched me, not fully understanding my intentions.
“Your past is going to burn today, Bianca,” I said, pouring gasoline around the property, starting with the fence and moving across the entire lot. The strong smell of fuel filled the air.
She took a step back.
“Are you crazy?” she shouted.
I paused for a moment and looked at her with a smile darker than anything I had ever shown her before.
“If you can’t leave that past behind, I’ll do it for you,” I replied, emptying another gas can.
The wind began to blow harder, the trees around us swaying under the force of the breeze. What we were doing there wasn’t just about the house. It was about leaving behind a chapter of her life that should have been burned long ago.
She fell silent for a moment, merely watching what I was doing. When the gasoline finally covered the entire area around the house, I looked at her one more time without waiting for her to say anything.
“Are you going to set it on fire, or are you going to keep holding on to what’s already gone?” I asked with relentless calm, my eyes fixed on hers as I waited for her answer.
She looked at me for a moment. Then, with a decisive movement, she took the lighter from my hand and, without hesitation, lit it.
The flame crackled for an instant before spreading, and the fire began to rise, illuminating the night with its blaze.
The heat surged like a wave, quickly spreading across the property as the firelight reflected in her eyes.
The house burned in flames, but in that moment, the heat consuming me came from Bianca. She was leaning against the car, the firelight dancing over her skin.
The day I first saw Bianca, something inside me changed instantly.
She wasn’t like the other women I used to meet.
I had always been in control of everything, dominating every situation, but she was different.
She seemed to need someone to help her regain the smallest measure of control over her own life.
I wanted to own her, wanted to have her completely, but at the same time, I knew Bianca didn’t need a man to rule her.
What she truly needed was to see how immense she was, to realize the power she carried within herself.
She didn’t need control; she just needed to see it.
And deep down, I knew we were more alike than she imagined, two worlds colliding but, in the end, belonging to each other.
“Are you always this fucking beautiful, or am I losing my mind?” I murmured, my voice rough as my hand slowly traveled up the side of her body.
She didn’t answer. She didn’t need to. The way her chest rose and fell frantically gave everything away.
“Tiziano...” she whispered, but her voice died when I pulled her hard against me, pressing our bodies together.
My hands slid down to her waist, squeezing her ass hard. She gasped, and the sound was enough to make me lose all self-control. I pressed my hips against her, letting her feel exactly what was happening to me.
“Do you feel that, Bianca?” I growled. “My cock is hard just from looking at you.”
“You idiot,” she murmured, but her hands were already gripping my shirt, pulling me closer.
I didn’t waste time. My mouth claimed hers in a wild kiss, our tongues meeting with an almost desperate urgency. My hands went straight beneath her dress, exploring her warm skin.
“Fuck, your skin is so fucking soft,” I murmured against her lips as I slid my hands down the leg wrapped around my waist.
She gasped, and I slid my hand until I found the lace of her panties, already completely soaked.
“Fuck, Bianca, you’re so wet for me,” I taunted, pressing my fingers against her and drawing a loud moan from her lips.
“Stop talking shit and do it already, Tiziano!” she replied breathlessly as her nails scratched my back.
“Is that what you want? Do you want my cock inside that tight little pussy?” She nodded, biting her lower lip, and I nearly lost control.
I pulled her panties down, leaving her exposed beneath the light of the flames. My gaze devoured every inch of her before I undid my belt and freed my cock, already throbbing with desire.
“Come here,” I grunted, lifting her leg so she fit perfectly against me.
She gasped when I slowly penetrated her, feeling every inch of her being filled. Her head fell back, and a rough moan escaped her lips.
“Fuck, Bianca, you’re so tight...”
“And you feel so fucking good!” she replied breathlessly, her nails digging into my shoulders.
The sound of our bodies colliding mixed with the crackling flames and our moans. Every thrust was more intense, deeper, until there was nothing left but the two of us, surrendered to raw, intense pleasure.
“Say my name, Bianca. I want to hear you beg for more,” I demanded, picking up the pace.
“Tiziano!” she cried, her voice thick with the pleasure spreading through her body and taking me with it.
“That’s it, fuck! Cry out louder,” I growled, gripping her waist tightly as I fucked her deep, fast, giving her no relief. The heat of her skin against mine, the way she clenched around my cock every time I buried myself inside her, was driving me out of control.
Bianca clutched my shoulders, her eyes locked on mine as her body surrendered completely.
“You like it like this, don’t you?” I asked through clenched teeth.
“Yes...” she gasped, her voice broken by moans. “I love it, Tiziano... fuck, I love it!”
Hearing that from her made me even crazier. I bent forward, lightly biting her earlobe before whispering:
“Then hold on, because I won’t stop until you come screaming my name again.”
My hand slid down, finding her swollen, sensitive clit. I began to massage it in quick circles while I continued to fuck her hard and with precision. Bianca’s body started to tremble, and her moans grew louder, more desperate.
“Fuck, Tiziano, I’m going to come...” she gasped, grabbing my hair and pulling hard.
“Then come for me, Bianca. Come on this fucking cock that only wants you.”
With one last loud moan, she surrendered, her body arching against the car as the orgasm took hold of her. I held her tightly, feeling every delicious contraction around me, and that was enough to take me with her.
“Fuck, Bianca!” I shouted, burying myself deep as I spilled everything inside her, pleasure exploding in waves that left me breathless.
We stayed there, panting, still pressed against each other as the flames continued to light up the night. I ran my hand over her face, and Bianca opened her eyes, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
“We’re both crazy,” she said, still trying to catch her breath.
I gave her a crooked smile, pulling her into a slow, possessive kiss.
“This is only the beginning, amore mio.”