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“May these rings be blessed as the symbol of this affectionate unity. May these two find in each other the love for which all men and women yearn. May they grow in understanding and compassion. May these rings on their fingers symbolize the touch of the spirit of love in their hearts.”
The priest handed the ring to the groom.
“Massimo, by placing this ring on Isotta’s finger, repeat after me. Isotta, you are now consecrated to me as my wife from this day forward, and I give you this ring as the pledge of my love and as the symbol of our unity, and with this ring, I thee wed.”
“With this ring, I thee wed,” Massimo uttered. He waited until Isotta slipped off the glove that cloaked her flesh. She finally felt his hand touching hers, and her heart turned over in her chest as he slid the four-carat pear-shaped diamond ring on her finger.
“Isotta, in placing this ring on Massimo's hand, repeat after me. Massimo, you are now consecrated to me as my husband from this day forward, and I give you this ring as the pledge of my love and as the symbol of our unity, and with this ring, I thee wed.”
“With this ring, I thee wed,” she repeated. Isotta was careful in placing the ring on Massimo’s finger.
“May you always share with each other the gifts of love. May you always create a home together that puts in your heart love, generosity, and kindness. In as much as Massimo and Isotta have consented together in marriage before their friends and family and have pledged their faith and declared their unity by giving and receiving a ring, they are now joined. You have pronounced yourselves husband and wife, but remember to always be each other’s best friend. What, therefore, God has joined together let no man put a sunder. And so by the power vested in me by the state of almighty God, I now pronounce you man and wife, and may your days be good and long upon the earth. You may now kiss the bride.”
He was gentle with her, pulling back her veil and then gently tilting her chin, inclining her to him. His eyes pierced hers, mesmerized her, and then he kissed her, sweetly but intensely. The world stood still. She closed her eyes because his nearness was too much for her to see. Isotta didn’t know whether she breathed or held her breath. She didn’t know whether her heart stopped beating or if it beat so fast that the speed was hard to detect. He kissed her. Massimo kissed her, and she felt something, something indescribable. His eyes still bore into her even after their lips parted. And then she tuned out again, but the memory of the kiss stayed on her lips.
The Reception
They entered the reception hall hand in hand. Isotta wore a smile of sorts, but she wasn't animated. She went through the motions, fake smiling, taking pictures, and eating the cake. Costanza kept her eyes on Isotta. The arrangements had been sealed. She hoped her granddaughter would hold it together. Then, it was time for their wedding dance. Massimo didn't hold her like he loved her. He held her politely. Isotta was nervous. This was the closest she'd been to him, their bodies touching in ways Isotta had never been touched before. It was hard to process. It felt dreamy, forbidden, even though it was legal.
And then Massimo’s steps faltered before he stood still right in the middle of their song. Isotta drew back enough to see Massimo’s eyes focused, his brow furrowed. His attention was fully pointed in one direction.
Alessandro Esposito stood there staring. Gabriel stood slightly behind him. Alessandro sneered, imagining the hurt he wanted to cause the newlyweds. He’d been embarrassed, and they were responsible for paying. Massimo was now in the position he should have occupied, not with Isotta but with Valentina. That was unacceptable, completely unacceptable. Gabriel's face was different. He didn't sneer. He looked amused. Gabriel knew that was dangerous. If his brother saw his smirk, he might turn on Gabriel, demanding to know what the smirk was all about. Fortunately, Alessandro's back was to him, so his scorned brother couldn't see.
The stares between the two men were icy, vulgar, and raw. And then it was as if Massimo remembered that he and Isotta were the center of attention, and he restarted his movement, swaying back and forth.
Alessandro glared a moment longer. When he turned to walk away, Gabriel smiled, and then they both walked away.
Isotta’s eyes were transfixed on her wedding ring. She sat at the table across from her new husband and her in-laws. There was an idle conversation that turned into a hum in Isotta’s ears as she recalled her wedding night. They finished their last dance and exited to cheers and a long line, showering them with rose petals. Isotta still wore the plasticated smile up until the point she sat in the back of the chauffeur-driven limousine.
Expectation.
Isotta felt a knot growing in the base of her belly.
Expectation.
They sat close to each other, but there was no overt loving touch. Massimo looked straight ahead. He occasionally looked in her direction, but there were no overt romantic gestures. When they arrived at the house, Massimo walked to Isotta’s side of the car. He helped her out, and then they walked side by side into his house. She was a stranger there. All of the spaces were new. She had no choice but to follow Massimo to the primary bedroom.
Massimo loosened his tie and stepped out of his shoes. Was that her signal to do something? Was she supposed to respond in kind? But she didn't. She couldn't. She couldn't move. The twinge in the pit of her stomach seized again.
Massimo continued to undress, his eyes squarely fixed on Isotta. He stood silent, undressing. Then, Massimo strolled over to where Isotta stood and kissed her again, this time a much more intense, passion-filled, long kiss. When he pulled away from her, she felt an onslaught of physicality and emotions. He held her eyes and started to undress her. The clinch in her stomach ebbed, but she felt tension lower in her womanhood. Still, she was scared, but there was something happening. Then he lightly kissed her, and Isotta dropped the rest of her clothes. Massimo took a step back, and his eyes roamed over her chaste figure. He appreciated the swell of her breasts, the tightness of her nipples. He appreciated her thin waist and the curve of her hips. Massimo appreciated the puff of her womanhood just begging for his presence.
Chapter Five
She was still nervous, almost sick to her stomach, but she knew she had to give in. It was her responsibility. It was her duty. He led her to the bed. Isotta wanted to protest, to beg for more time for them to get to know each other better and have a conversation first. Yet, she knew Massimo wouldn’t be interested in taking things slow. His manhood already stood at full attention, and he stroked it lightly to ensure it remained that way.
She was so scared, so afraid. Her naked body trembled uncontrollably in response to being laid on the bed. Tears slipped down her cheeks, but she tried to wipe them away because Isotta knew she shouldn’t have been crying. Yet, she couldn’t help it. She had so much anxiety, so much worry and concern about what would happen next that she couldn’t control the steady stream of tears that spilled onto her cheeks. Then he laid her down prostrate on the bed, and her face scrunched up, trying to hold back the tears while simultaneously trying to quell the protest that rose inside her. She thought she shook her head no, but even if she did, Massimo had no interest in any level of protestation.
“Shhh,” he commanded after gaining her widened eyes and piercing her countenance with his level glare. As she acquiesced, even against her will, Massimo spread her legs apart. He lifted his hand to her mouth.
“Make them wet,” he insisted, his voice low and steady and determined.
Isotta looked confused and unsure as to what he wanted her to do. He was losing patience with her. His dick throbbed, and he demanded satisfaction, no matter the cost. Massimo placed his fingers on her lips. Isotta tightened them in silent protest. Undeterred, Massimo then pushed them into her mouth.
“Make them wet.”
She stared at him unbelievingly. Even in her private fantasies, Isotta never expected something like this, something so vile and forced. She had no choice but to relent, slowly darting her tongue out to wet the tips of his fingers. When Massimo’s brow pitched slightly on his forehead as his eyes permeated with intensity, she conformed, allowing her tongue to lather his fingers as he demanded. When he was satisfied, Massimo eased his digits from her mouth and then lifted them to his own mouth, slathering them over her previous lathering. Then his hand disappeared.
Her eyes widened in fright and in fear, and Isotta held her breath unconsciously. When Massimo’s fingers reappeared, she shrieked from the prick. Instinctively, Isotta lifted her hand to cover her mouth. She remembered the importance of being silent, even when she was unable to do so. Her heart beat hard and fast in her chest. For the merest second, Isotta considered that her heart would beat so fast it would just stop that she would die. But then Massimo pushed his fingers in even further, and she shrieked again. Her hand couldn’t cover the sound that escaped her lips. Her eyes couldn’t hold back the tears that demanded to be shed. Again, she tried to shake her head no, to tell him to stop, not now, but he was bound and determined to have his way with her despite her yelps and squeals.
