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I tell myself not to think about a month with him. I comfort myself with the lie that this will last forever. That he will marry me and we’ll raise a family. That this is the first step to a lifetime together.
Don’t get me wrong, I know I’m fooling myself. But in this moment, I don’t care. All I care about is the fact he’s slowly easing his way deeper into me, widening me with his length, stretching my insides. I feel a dull ache that soon becomes a deep heat. It grows into more inside me, becoming all consuming, an inferno of lust when he starts to rock back and forth.
I can tell by looking at him that he’s barely keeping control of himself. He wants to slam into me but he’s resisting. He’s the master of his needs and that turns me on as much as the sight of his muscles and his tattoos.
I run my hands down his chest, loving the firmness of it, the raw power contained within. I could never fight that. It’s too strong. Those scars. He’s been hurt before but by who?
I want to ask but I can’t. All I can do is let this happen, enjoy the ride before it’s over. I won’t think about the future. I’ll only think about now.
He thrusts faster into me, staring into my eyes with a hunger that I’ve not seen there before. “I’m going to come in you,” he says. “Then you become mine.”
“I’m yours already. Come in me.” I pause, daring myself to be brave. To say it. “Come in my pussy.”
The words spur him on. He thrusts faster, pushing me down into the mattress with his raw strength. He leans down and kisses me again, his pelvis grinding on my clit, making me wonder if I can reach a third orgasm.
Before I get chance, he lets out a groan of release as it happens. He reaches his climax. His cock fills me up, spurting deep into me, making me his, making me belong to him just like he said.
He thrusts a last time, more seed filling me up, a wet heat like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
He leans down and kisses me again. “Now you are mine,” he says and I swear I could believe he’s telling the truth.
As he slides out of me, there’s a buzzing sound from the wall beside us. “Excuse me one moment,” he says, walking naked over to a button I didn’t notice before.
“What is it?” he asks, pressing the button.
From a hidden speaker, I hear Adrian’s voice. “Don Felici is here, sir. I’ve sent him to the drawing room. He is most impatient to meet with you since you did not return his calls.”
Vincenzo curses under his breath.
I sit up as he turns back to me. “Get dressed,” he says. “It’s time to test your acting skills. You must convince my father we are in love. That you are excited for the wedding. Do you think you can do it?”
“I can try. No, wait, hang on a minute.”
“What is it?” he snaps, sounding impatient.
“What am I supposed to wear?”
He looks at the two ripped halves of the dress. “Stay here. I’ll fetch something for you.”
He gets dressed quickly. With his clothes on, he looks like this never happened, like the man I met at his building. The warmth has gone from his face like it was never there. “I’ll be right back,” he says. “Don’t go anywhere.”
I sit naked on the bed, wondering where he thinks I might go with no clothes to wear. I notice a door in the corner of the room I didn’t see before. I cross to it and try to open it. It swings inward to reveal a bathroom. There’s my favorite brand of makeup sitting in a basket by the mirror along with a hairbrush and a couple of other things.
I sit and pee, holding my head in my hands, not sure if any of this is real. Is that him leaking back out of me? It can’t be. I’m a virgin, aren’t I?
The ache inside me says otherwise. I’ll be feeling it for the rest of the day, maybe into tomorrow.
I just had sex for the very first time. I’m no longer a virgin. A nervous smile plays across my lips which becomes a semi-hysterical giggle. I guess I just lost my bet with Cathy.
Twenty-Two
Vincenzo
Ipick out a conservative dress in pastel pink for her to wear. The walk in closet in her bedroom has a huge collection to choose from. I glance at some of the scandalously slutty outfits in here, imagining how she might look wearing them.
I feel she’d be hotter in something like this. Conservative on the outside and a lust filled devil on the inside. The perfect woman. No one will know the truth about her proclivities but me. No one will see anything but a standard submissive mafia wife.
I want her to make the right impression. I don’t want my father to think I’ve simply hired a hooker for the duration of the marriage, or that this is another one night stand amongst dozens of others. I want him to think this is genuine love. That we are planning to be together forever. A fantasy of course but one that must be convincing.
