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Images of Nikita splayed out on the sun lounge took pride of place in my mind. I wanted to explore every centimetre of her gorgeous body and bite down on both nipples before soothing the pain with my tongue. I pictured shoving my dick deep into her pussy, hammering her until she screamed out her orgasm. Then I would flip her onto her belly, shove deep into her arsehole, and plough her arse until I erupted, filling her with hot cum.
An orgasm crawled up my spine, tingles flowed through my balls, and I exploded with force. I watched as ropes of cum painted the tiled wall. My entire body trembled, both knees shook, and I had no idea how I remained standing.
Once my heartbeat slowed and I'd regained some semblance of control, I washed off, dried, and padded through to the bedroom to dress. I wanted Nikita, but after what had happened the previous day, it had to be on her terms.
***
“Calliope, how are you, Darling?” I gathered Gaetano’s mother into my arms for a hug and brushed her cheek with a kiss. I adored the woman who had been like a second mother to me when I was growing up, as my mother had been with Gaetano.
“Look at you two, so damn handsome.” Calliope placed a hand to my cheek, it was something she had always done when she was being serious. “Are you sure, my love? Gato tells me this is an arranged marriage. You deserve better.”
“You have no need to concern yourself, it will all be fine.”
She studied me eye to eye for a moment before patting my cheek gently. “I’m going to speak with Lucia. If you must do this, give the young lady a chance and be happy.”
“Easier said than done,” I muttered. “Love you too,” I added as she left.
Gaetano shrugged. “I’m glad it’s not me in your shoes. I’d be on the other side of the world now if someone tried to force me to marry.”
“You’re not a mafia boss that risks losing everything if he disobeys his father.”
“True.”
"Five minutes, gentlemen." One of the priest's aid announced from the doorway of the room where we'd been taken to wait.
I took one last look in the mirror, satisfied with my appearance. Gaetano and I were both wearing black tails, with white shirts, black cummerbunds, bowties, and highly polished black shoes. They were suits we wore to formal galas and perfect for this occasion. We both wore pink and white rose buttonholes.
“Ready?” The man asked.
I glanced at my friend who nodded, and I answered, "yes."
"Follow me, please. I'm Calvin by the way."
We followed Calvin from the room and entered the church via a side door, taking up our positions in front of Father Patrick who was dressed in ceremonial robes. We all shook hands, and I thanked the priest for accommodating my mother’s demands.
The pulpit was decorated with a ceremonial cloth and a large bible sat atop. Off to each side were two huge pots with exquisite arrangements of flowers in various colours. There was no doubt in my mind that Alec and Eroldo, mother's florists, were responsible for the arrangements.
While he and Gaetano spoke, I turned and took note of the congregation. Thank fuck mother had kept it to a small gathering of around forty people. Most were members of our mafia family along with a few of mother’s closest friends and their partners.
The church was beautifully decorated—the wooden pews polished until they shone and garlands of flowers, tied with satin ribbon, were hung on the aisle ends.
Another assistant stepped into the doorway of the church and raised his hand to signal Father Patrick.
“The bride has arrived,” Father Patrick announced.
There was a rustling of clothes as everyone turned to face the rear of the church, waiting to get their first glimpse of the bride.
A man who looked as old as the ancient organ he was seated at began playing the wedding march.
Nikita appeared in the doorway, one hand threaded through her father's arm, the other clutching a bouquet of flowers. My mouth became as dry as the Simpson Desert and my tongue adhered to the roof. Nikita was a fucking vision. If I'd thought she was beautiful before, dressed in a gown with a neckline that plunged to her waist between her tits, she was fucking gorgeous. The dress fit her like a glove, clinging to every curve. A veil was attached to a tiara.
There was very little emotion on her face and her eyes refused to meet mine as she made her way along the red carpet towards where I stood waiting. When they were close, Elijah attempted to kiss his daughter's forehead, but she pulled away. Fuck, the woman was tough. She certainly wasn't forgiving when she was crossed.
Nikita’s father offered me her hand and I took it into mine. I was surprised when she didn’t pull away. Elijah sat in a front pew on the opposite side of the church from my parents which was probably a good idea considering the ongoing animosity between the two men. Nikita stepped away and Mother stood, taking the offered bouquet to hold during the ceremony since Nikita had opted not to have a bridesmaid.
“Let us begin,” Father Patrick began, and they were the last words I heard clearly as a loud buzzing took up residence in my ears and electricity fired through every nerve in reaction to Nikita’s touch. I raked my eyes over my bride’s shapely body as the priest droned on and on.
“Benvolio!” Father Patrick snapped.
