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He stands, offering me his hand. “Let’s not keep the priest waiting. I’m eager to make you mine.”
Numbly, I place my hand in his, letting him lead me out of the helicopter. His grip is firm and possessive, as if he already owns me.
We walk towards the chapel, his presence enveloping me, making me feel both claimed and cherished.
“Remember,” he whispers as we approach the chapel doors, “you’re safe with me. I’ll protect you from everything.”
We enter the dimly lit chapel. The priest, an elderly man with a weathered face, stands at the altar, his eyes widening in fear as he takes in Alessandro’s formidable presence. “Don Vittorio,” he mutters. “Your men told me you were coming. I’m honored.”
“Cut the bullshit,” Alessandro replies. “You’re scared I’ll kill you, but you’re safe as long as we walk out of here as man and wife.”
I glance around me. The only witnesses are a few of Alessandro’s men, their appearances as intimidating as their boss.
Alessandro’s hand rests possessively on my lower back, guiding me to the altar. His touch is a constant reminder of his control over the situation – and over me.
The priest clears his throat, beginning the ceremony with a trembling voice. As he speaks the traditional vows, I zone out, wondering if I’m dreaming. This can’t be happening. Can it?
Alessandro leans in, his breath tickling my ear. “Say ‘yes,’ Emily,” he whispers, his tone leaving no room for defiance. I realize everyone is looking at me.
I glance up at him, meeting his intense gaze. The threat in his eyes is clear, but so is the promise of something more – something dangerously seductive. I swallow hard, feeling the weight of the moment.
“Yes, I do,” I say, my voice barely audible.
The priest turns to Alessandro, who responds with a confident, “I do,” his eyes never leaving mine.
“You may now kiss the bride,” the priest announces, his voice quivering slightly.
Alessandro wastes no time. He cups my face in his hands, pulling me into a kiss that ignites a fire within me. His lips are firm and demanding yet expertly coaxing a response from me.
I melt into the kiss, losing myself in the intensity of the moment. My body reacts instinctively, desire pooling between my legs, an ache for something I’ve never known there before.
As we break the kiss, I stagger slightly, overwhelmed by the rush of emotions and sensations. Alessandro smirks, his voice a husky whisper in my ear. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do that. Tonight, I’m going to show you things you’ve never imagined. I’ll take care of your every need.
“You will come over and over again until you beg me to stop. You will get pregnant as soon as possible. I want to see that belly of yours swollen, those tits even bigger, your need for me insatiable.”
He stands back up as if he’s said nothing at all.
My cheeks burn with the thought of that, of being pregnant with his child, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through me. He’s not just taking me as his wife; he’s claiming me in every sense of the word.
As the ceremony concludes, Alessandro’s men clap softly, their expressions unreadable. Alessandro takes my hand, leading me out of the chapel.
We slip into the backseat of a blacked-out car parked just outside. The interior is luxurious, but it feels like a cage. Alessandro’s presence beside me is overpowering, filling the space with his unspoken dominance. The car starts moving through the streets of Manhattan.
“You are my wife now,” Alessandro says, his voice laced with a sense of ownership. “You will obey your husband.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Have you ever been spanked?”
I swallow, my eyes bulging. He can’t know I’ve never even been kissed before today, let alone anything else. I shake my head slowly.
He nods, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. “As long as you behave, you never will be.” He leans closer, his gaze intense. “You look afraid. Confess your feelings.”
My heart races as his closeness overwhelms my senses. “I... I’m scared,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Why?” he probes, his voice soft yet commanding. “Do I frighten you?”
“Because of what you said in the chapel,” I confess, my cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. “We don’t need to do anything, do we? I mean, if this marriage is to keep me safe, then those things you were saying. That was just an act, right?”
