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Chapter 17
Stefan
As I pull her bottom lip into my moth, Presley kicks her heals off and hoists her right leg onto the bed, wrapping it behind me to keep me on top of her. My left hand finds its destination under the layers of tulle on her skirt; her skin. It is warm from being caught up in this hot material all day, and even hotter as I slide up unheeded until I can grip her muscular inner thigh which flexes under my touch.
She doesn’t stop me, and I growl as she flips me over on my back, taking control for a moment. I only let her linger there long enough to get that view of her as she strips my jacket and shirt off, sliding my tie teasingly up and down my skin along with her perfectly manicured, blood red nails. I reach behind her back and unfasten the lacy red top she is wearing, her breasts peaking out over the strapless bra that seems to barely contain them right now. Her skin is a perfect tan, and I don’t know if she is this way naturally or of Brazil has done her a lot of favors.
I tease at her back, my finger slipping up and down her spine as he body writhes over me, a moan escaping her lips, half faded from my passionate kisses and bites. It is a sensual dance we are doing, and I can’t believe it is happening so soon. And I am going to enjoy every moment of it in case we both regret it in the morning. Though, I doubt I will.
I snake both my hands up her legs under the skirt, hitching both my thumbs straight into the side of her panties, pressing into her lips. She gifts me with a gasp before falling down on me and licking my lips and down my neck, leaving hot, wet trails along my skin. I press her sensitive folds harder and can feel her silky dampness progress as I continue to touch her and drive her wild.
That’s when I use my grip to roll her back over hard onto the bed with a thud and rip off the skirt and drag her panties down to reveal the perfect pink that I am about to bury myself in. I hope she doesn’t expect some existential moment here where I tease her and make her wait so we have that perfect moment of making love. I am not after that, nor am I the type. I am hard and fast. I like things when I am in control and even more when she fights that control. So, ready or not, here I come.
I flip her over on her belly as I unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants with my free hand. A firm slap on her ass causes her to moan and arch her round cheeks towards me. I sneer and let out a dark chuckle before doing it again, the sound of the smack as my hand hits her bare ass hardening me eve more until I can’t take it anymore.
I bury myself in her, garnering a scream as I tear into her without any warning or sign of gentleness. I reach deep, forcing her to accommodate my thick cock as her pussy squeezes around me and tries to choke me out. The heat coming from her almost blinds me as I become a creature rather than a man, my hands finding her and holding them down to the bed at a V over our bodies.
One thrust. Two. Three. I slam her, my balls slapping pleasurably against her as she raises her ass up to meet my rhythm while my hilt finds her furthest wall and batters it.
“Fuck.” My balls tighten, and I hold back a moment, taking in deep breaths as I just sit inside of her. I may like it hard and fast, but I am not ready to be done her yet, not at all.
I clamber for her hair, ripping strands out along with the many bobby pins that hold it in the fancy updo I had a hairdresser come in and do for her for this day. Once it is out, I muss it with my hand and get a good grip on it, yanking it up as she comes up on all fours, ready to be ridden like a wild mustang.
I slide out of her a little, my cock coated in her sweetness, the smell making me like a rapid animal as I rear her head back and push back in. I use the grip on her locks as leverage to pump in and out once more, just a little more controlled than I was before as not to cum too quickly. I don’t need my new wife thinking I am that guy, because, if I try, I can go for hours. I am just not up for trying because she is so hot and tight, and I want to punish her flesh with my shaft and show her who I really am.
Her fingers claw at the bed sheets and ball into fists as I feel her body begin to shake. Then, all bets are off as I slap against her over and over in quick succession, wanting her to feel me inside of her, filling her up as she finishes.
And as she squeezes, I grunt a guttural, feral sound, my cock pulsing to the rhythm of her. And she sighs so sensually, I remain half hard inside of her even after I have spent myself. I could go for a round two immediately if she wants.
***
My toe is tapping inside of my designer shoe as I try to be present at this meeting between myself and the heads of the mafia; Mariana and Ion Petran. They have called me early this morning to their hotel to talk about what happened at the wedding the evening before, but all I want to do is go bury myself deep inside my wife again since it seems to be the only level I can connect with her.
Not that I don’t care for her safety or getting back at the motherfucker who dared to try to have her killed, but my priorities as a new husband may be a little skewed.
“So, you say you think this has to do with Lajos?” Ion asks, sipping on his scotch on the rocks; something I don’t even have the balls to do first thing in the morning. But he and Mariana look perfect and well rested; two beautiful people that hide the scars that are inside. Mariana especially.
They have stepped up to the plate in a way many of us did not believe they could when Ion found her and demanded that he was still his to wed, even with her father, the original one who made the union, dead. I had been one of the men bucking against him, in fact, and I always make sure I don’t get out of line in front of him any more because I know I’ve fucked up and he could have roasted me.
“Yes, let’s just say he failed to follow through properly on a deal, and I had to retaliate,” I say coolly.
“I am not sure what you expected, getting involved with scum like that,” Mariana voices, shaking her head, leaning on the edge of the table rather than taking a seat with us men. Lajos does have a reputation of being just that now that more people know what type of business he has been running all these years south of the border, but he had been a good business associate in the past. I had no right to judge until he crossed over the line by letting his men touch what is mine.
“I expect people to do what I pay them to do.” I shrug. “But honestly, his body sunk into the ocean bleeding out, I didn’t think it would be an issue. Nor did I think anyone was that loyal to him to come after me so boldly.”
“In other words, you have no idea who could have gotten to this friend of your wife’s to have her come to the wedding and kill her,” Ion sighs.
I nod, getting nothing out of bending the truth. I am truly at a loss with this one.
“Then, I think it’s best that you utilize the Arcane since they specialize in things like this.” Mariana pulls a card out of her clutch and shoots it across the table to me. On it is Lorenzo Moretti’s number; one of the members of the Arcane. They are mostly an underground assassin group, hired hit men for those really sticky situations when you need someone dead who is hard to get to. From celebrities to political and underground targets, they always get the job done. “You will have to pay for their services, though. We are working out a deal with them, but it is still in negotiation phases.”
“That is not a problem. I will call Enzo immediately.”
“See that you do and that your wife is safe. She may not be Romanian, but she is the woman you have chosen and therefore the one who will bring about the next of the Dalca Clan,” Ion warns. I haven’t told him everything I did for a reason. Even he wouldn’t approve of the way I got Presley, but I think he knows this is not something traditional. I am also certain he knows I was supposed to be with Isabella. I am sure my father wasted no time in letting Ion in on that little fact long before he mentioned it to me as if that would solidify it. I respect Ion, but even if he were to have handed me a wife, I never would have gone with it.
I say my respectful goodbyes and head out, pulling my phone out as I get into the car with Silva, who is playing chauffeur once again.
“How’d it go?” he asks, and I shake my head as the phone begins to ring through to the number on the card I have been given. I already know Enzo a bit, so I don’t have any problems asking him to do this I anyone is going to find out who is after me and my wife, it is him.
