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But I was determined to show her differently.
Being my wife came with perks no other woman on this planet would ever have.
I dipped down to her lips and captured them within mine. I felt her draw in a deep breath as my hand gripped her chin lightly. Her hands slid along my shoulders, gripping my upper arms as she steadied herself against the arm of the chair.
But she didn’t stay that way for long.
She shot up from the chair and fell into my body. My arms cloaked her, pulling her soft curves closer to me. My hands worked her beautiful hair out of the bun she had it in, and I groaned as it cascaded down her back. I fisted her hair and pulled her back, watching her gasp as my lips nipped at her neck.
I felt my cock aching for release. Stiffening against her body as her hands flew to my belt. She shoved my clothes down my legs before she jumped into my arms, her lips colliding with mine.
I sat down into the chair, my cock standing at attention. Her skirt was rolled up her legs and her panties were soaked with her arousal. Our teeth clattered as her hands ran through my hair, gripping tightly and pulling me closer to her. My hands slid her panties off to the side, removing the barrier between my body and hers. Her fluids dripped onto my cock as I slicked myself up in her juices.
Then I slid into her warmth, relishing the feel of my future bride.
She moved with desperation. With tears in her eyes and a grimace on her face. Her want was painful. The fight in her was strong. She was a woman fit to be anyone’s wife, and I would make sure she was taken care of for the rest of her days. I fisted her hair and pulled her forehead to mine, my eyes taking her in as she took what she wanted. I felt her pussy clamping down onto my cock, pulling from me an orgasm that crashed quickly over my body.
We panted, breathing one another’s air as my toes curled and my balls shot up into my body.
I grunted and groaned, listening to her whimpers fall from her lips. My hands released her hair, allowing her face to fall to my neck as I gripped her waist. Her body was comforting. Familiar. Something I could call home if she gave me the chance.
I felt her trembling against me, riding the aftershocks of her orgasm as my come dripped from between her legs.
“Okay,” she said breathlessly. “I’ll go to dinner with you.”
I cupped the back of her head, allowing my cock to stay sheathed within her as I held her close to my body.
“You won’t regret it,” I said. “Not now, and not ever.”
Chapter 8
Serena
I pinned my hair up in the mirror as I sighed. I was getting ready for my date with Enzo and my parents were shaking with excitement. It had been three weeks since that fateful dinner, but only a week since our encounter in the sitting room. I wanted to hate him. I knew I needed to. The way a man treated a woman he didn’t know should be no different than how a man treated his wife. But there was something about him I couldn’t hate. Something about his personality and the way he held himself that wouldn’t allow me to hate him.
But the truth of the matter was that hating him wouldn’t change anything. Denying his dinner requests and ignoring his phone calls wouldn’t change the fact that my parents were marrying me off to this man. I could make us both miserable for the rest of our lives, or I could make this as bearable as possible. I could choose to nitpick all the things I thought were disgusting about this man, or I could choose to see whatever light in him my parents saw.
I sat at my vanity and began to put on my makeup. My mother was insistent on helping me pick out an outfit for the evening. She wanted something that would contrast the tan of my skin. A pale pink or a bright blue, or possibly even a white dress. I scoffed at all those ideas, however. I didn’t want to come off as innocent. Some perfect little treasure to put on a shelf for display. I wanted to be myself. To be my wild, unabandoned self around him.
If I was going to be attached to him forever, the least I could do was not give him any false hope as to the woman I really was.
Despite my mother’s protests, I choose a hunter green dress. It framed my chest well and had shoulders that fell down my arms. The waist was cinched and the fabric flared out, billowing around my shins before breaking into my heels. I had a close-necked pearl necklace as well as pearl studs to wear to offset the dark tones of my outfit and pinning up my hair would accentuate the length of my neck.
If I was going to have to make nice, the least I could do was knock his damn socks off.
I finished putting on the last of my makeup as the doorbell rang down stairs. Instantly, my hands began trembling. Something about him made me nervous. Something about this entire dinner made me nervous. I stood up from my vanity and slid my robe from my body, then slipped into my outfit for the evening.
Then, I was ready to go meet Enzo.
I stood at the top of the stairs and listened to him talk with my parents. The three of them were laughing lowly to themselves, trying to pass the time until I was ready. My father kept apologizing for my being late, but Enzo kept brushing him off. I heard things like ‘the greatest of women are never held to time’ and ‘whatever time she needs is fine’.
If he was trying to make a good impression with my parents, it was most certainly working.
I started down the stairs as my heels clicked across the floor. Everyone turned their heads to see me and my mother’s hands flew to her face. My father beamed with pride as my hand slid down the banister, my back keeping straight and my hair steady on top of my head.
But it was Enzo’s reaction that caught my eye.
A sort of shock mixed with a bit of nervousness.
“Enzo,” I said.
“Serena. You look… breathtaking.”
I blushed at his words before chastising myself for it.
He hooked my arm within his and led me to his car. He opened my door for me and helped me in, then took great care in driving us to the restaurant. Never to fast but not too slow, and he kept his hands to himself.
Though something inside of me didn’t want him to.
“Where are we going this evening?” I asked.
“I thought I would give you a break from your mother’s fabulous Italian cooking,” Enzo said.
“A break, huh? Well, does this break have a name?” I asked.
“Ever heard of Gibson’s?”
“The steakhouse? Enzo, I love that place. They have the best steak in town. And that includes my mother’s cooking.”
“I knew I’d choose well.”
“You’re a cocky man, aren’t you?” I asked.
“Depends on how you define ‘cocky’. I’m confident in the decisions I make and in the steps I take in my life. Is that a bad thing?”
“It is when you boast about it?”
“So, you don’t enjoy a boastful man.”
“I enjoy many things, but a man that brags is not one of them,” I said.
“Then what do you enjoy about a man?”
I looked over at Enzo and found him staring at me while we sat at a red light.
“For starters, I enjoy a man that keeps my clothes intact,” I said with a grin.
“I bought you a new pair. Does that not get me anything?”
“For some strange reason, I feel as if you have a stash of new panties waiting to be doled out to give you an excuse to rip the panties of others.”
“A new panty stash. That’s a new tactic, I have to say.”
“Then where did you get them?” I asked.
“I sent someone down the road to get them for you,” he said.
“Uh huh. You just… have people you can send.”
“I have people willing to do favors for me in exchange for things, yes.”
“Ah, favors. That how the family business runs?” I asked.
I watched Enzo’s eyes harden as the car began to move.
“Sorry. One of those topics my father tells me never to bring up,” I said.
“Then it sounds like our fathers are similar
,” Enzo said.
We pulled up to the restaurant and it was bustling with people. But of course, Enzo had a reservation. The hostess led us to a back corner where Enzo pulled out my chair for me and helped me to sit down. He sat with his back to the wall and the entire restaurant in front of him. He thought he was concealing well what he was doing, but I knew. I’d grown up in this life, though my father never talked about it with me. Enzo was surveying the room in case any threats came up. And with his back to the wall, he didn’t have to worry about anyone attacking him in the process.
He was a naturally protective man.
I liked that.
“How were the kids today?” Enzo asked.
“Huh?”
“At work. How were the kids? You teach kindergarten, correct?”
“Oh. Yes. They were good. Excited about it being Friday. That always makes them a little crazy.”
