Married to My Enemy

by Nicole Elliot

  I inserted two fingers deep into her, instantly squeezed with her tight walls. Fuck. I couldn’t get over how tight she was, and I was going to explode if I didn’t dip my dick into her soft wetness soon.

  “Giovanni! Yes! Fuck me deeper!”

  My, my. She was getting bolder. I added another finger, deepening my thrusts, and watched her fall apart just two seconds later. Her pussy contracting around my fingers felt incredible, but I needed to feel it on my cock.

  I pushed her to the ground right in front of the doorway and grabbed a condom out of my pants pocket, grateful for always carrying a few with me just in case.

  I didn’t even take my pants off, too impatient to get inside of her. I turned her around and pulled her ass high in the air. I smacked it, watching in pleasure the spreading redness on her smooth ass cheek.

  “Arianna, your ass is driving me crazy. I want to be deep inside of you.”

  I rubbed my cock against her entrance, watching enthralled the way it flexed and relaxed in response. She was too wet and warm, and when I filled her to the brim, it was all I could do not to come right away. Her walls welcomed me immediately, crushing me more than any other pussy before, and I was already growing addicted to her hot mound.

  “Don’t stop, Giovanni. I need you inside of me. Please, don’t stop.”

  “That’s it, babe. Beg me. Beg me not to stop and to fuck you senseless.” I thrust harder.

  “Yes! Please, don’t stop. Please, I need you to fuck me senseless. You’re so good.”

  Damn, she was something else. I loved when she begged me—when she showed she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I pulled her to her feet and made her squat, grabbing her waist to hold her as I drilled into her at the new angle.

  “Giovanni!”

  Fuck! I wasn’t going to last much longer. I could get much deeper inside of her, and I made sure to slam her cervix hard each time I entered. Her screams mixed with my grunts, our bodies smashing against each other wildly as I drove her to her second orgasm.

  “I’ll come! Yes!”

  Her pussy clutched my dick and pulled me further inside, and it was the best fucking feeling ever. Her legs were quivering, giving out on her, and I got her down on all fours again before I pushed back inside of her. I grabbed her hair and made her look at me. Her eyes were obscured with lust, too fucking beautiful.

  “You’re beautiful, Arianna. I want to fuck you again and again. I feel like it’s never enough.”

  And there it went—her blush, which was making my chest swell with some unknown emotion. She looked cute and innocent, and fuck me—that made me hornier.

  “Tell me you want me as much as I want you.” I pulled her hair tighter, ramming faster into her.

  “I want you, Giovanni. I want you so badly. I can’t stop thinking about you and our first night. You make me feel so good.”

  I had no idea why I suddenly wanted to possess her—to make her mine only, but I couldn’t fight off that urge. “Tell me you want only my cock.”

  “Only your cock. I want only your cock in my pussy and only your mouth on me.”

  Fuck. “You’re going to get it, girl.” I thrust a few more times and let myself come. Just as the last tremor passed, I twisted her around and pushed her to her back. I wanted to reward her. Before she was even aware of my plan, I attacked her pussy, burying my face into her wetness.

  “Gio!”

  She grabbed my head and pressed me against her. I pulled her hips up and moved her across my face, giving her the grind she needed. More juices poured out of her, soaking my face, and it was intoxicating. I wanted to drown in her juices.

  “That’s it... Oh! I’ll come. Please...”

  The shuddering of her body increased with the pleasure, and just when I sensed she was going to come any moment, I pushed my tongue inside of her roughly...

  “Gio!”

  She screamed and bucked beneath me, her fingers pulling at my hair like she was going to tear it out, but I didn’t care. I didn’t even feel the sting because all I could think about was how fucking gorgeous she was when she came like this. I wished I could fuck her again, but that could wait for later. I always got what I wanted, and she was no exception.

  CHAPTER 12

  Arianna

  The one thing I could say with certainty is that my life had become an emotional rollercoaster ever since Giovanni Romano entered it. I’d gone from being enamored with him, to hating his guts. And somehow, I’d managed to sleep with him twice already within two weeks. It was nonsensical, and so utterly unlike myself. As I’d stated time and time before, I simply wasn’t that kind of girl. Before two weeks ago, if someone had told me that I would have slept with a virtual stranger twice in two weeks, I would have assumed they’d had me mistaken for someone else.

  Yet, the warm tingling sensations and the remnants of the deep pleasure coursing through my body was a solid reminder that it had definitely been me who’d done those deeds.

  I just didn’t know what it was about Giovanni that caused me to behave so irrationally.

  Nonetheless, I figured that since I'd dared to be intimate with him twice already, I could at least be reasonable and allow him to take me out on a regular date that didn’t involve taking our clothes off.

  We were moving backward, but after the impromptu lovemaking session we’d just had, I finally decided to let him take me out to dinner.

  He was waiting downstairs for me as I showered and got dressed. My parents still weren’t home, but I knew they’d be more than happy to know that I was out with him. He and his family had managed to thoroughly charm them both at dinner last week. Each day since they had been asking me if I’d spoken with him and when I had plans to meet with him again.

  “He’s such a handsome and polite young man, Ari,” my mother had said. “I hope you’re pleased.”

  It felt weird to stress about what to wear out to dinner with him, but as I stood before my closet, wrapped in a bath-towel, I agonized over it nonetheless.

  “I was under the impression we were going to dinner today still…” Gio had shouted from downstairs.

  “Oh, shut up!” I yelled back, although I did feel somewhat guilty for how long I’d had him waiting.

  Finally, I settled for a casual sundress and a pair of open toed sandals. I kept my makeup light, tossed on a jacket, put on some earrings, and combed my hair straight down. I then grabbed my purse and cell phone and headed back downstairs.

  The way Gio looked at me made me blush all over again.

  Perhaps that was part of what made him so appealing. No matter what inner turmoil I felt toward him, whenever he looked at me, he made me feel as if I was the most beautiful woman in the world. Maybe that was why he always managed to make me behave so irrationally.

  “You look stunning,” Gio said, still eyeing me appreciatively. “Now I feel under-dressed.”

  “Are you afraid that I’m showing you up?” I asked.

  He laughed. “You would do that regardless, no matter how you dressed. And trust me—that’s a hard feat to pull off.”

  Again, I couldn’t help but laugh. I’d never met someone who succeeds in being so modest and cocky at the same time, but Gio had such a contradiction perfected. I supposed it was all for my benefit though, for he was so good-looking that it felt like a chore making myself presentable enough to be in his presence.

  As I stared at him, it struck me again how ridiculously handsome he was, with his long hair, amber eyes, and deep dimples.

  “Any place in particular that you’d like to go?” he asked as we approached the front door.

  “This was your idea. Surprise me.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  * * *

  Either he thought I had extravagant tastes, or he was trying really hard to impress me. Whatever the case, we wound up at a fancy and expensive restaurant with things on the menu I could hardly pronounce.

  The most troubling thing, however, was that I couldn’t tell if he was succ
eeding in impressing me. A part of me still felt guarded around him, as if he couldn’t be trusted for some reason. I too keenly remembered how he had made me feel the night after we first met—that emotional blow was proving difficult to move past, even though I’d learned the truth about why he had initially treated me that way. On the other hand, there was another part of me that had a hard time continuing to hate him.

  There was just something about him that made it impossible to not feel warmth creeping into my face and in other areas of my body…

  He glanced up from his menu, likely feeling me staring at him.

  I lowered my gaze, feeling yet another blush spreading across my face.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Not your kind of place?”

  I glanced around the restaurant—at the dimly lit chandeliers hanging from the high ceilings, the candle-lights lining the decorative walls, and the wealthy older couples scattered about at the tables around us. “It is a little much,” I admitted.

  “I just thought I owed you something like this.”

  I raised my eyebrows. “And why is that?”

  A devilish smirk slowly spread across his face, putting those adorable dimples on display. He leaned across the table to me. “You were making me feel cheap. You’ve thoroughly rewarded me twice already, and I hadn’t even taken you to dinner.”

  I averted my gaze, feeling as if someone had just lit a match over my face. With shaky hands, I reached for my glass of water.

  Gio’s chuckling drifted across the table. “I’m just messing with you. But still—it’s true.”

  The ice-water was too cold going down my throat, and I had to suppress a cough.

  “Am I being tactless?”

  “Yes,” I said, setting the glass back down.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “So, what are you getting?” I asked, flipping through the menu and wanting to change the subject.

  “Oh, I don’t know.” Gio looked back to his menu as well. “Chicken parmesan sounds nice. At least it’s something I can pronounce.”

  A grin flashed across my face, and I held back a laugh. My nerves, at least, started to subside again. “Next time, take me somewhere that you can pronounce everything on the menu then, wise guy.”

  Gio nodded. “Will do,” he said. “I promise. So, what are you getting then?”

  My eyes scanned over the dinner entrees, in search of something familiar that I could comfortably eat. “Maybe I’ll try to the grilled salmon and mixed vegetables.”

  “Sounds like a winner.” With that, Gio raised a hand in the air and waved over our waiter.

  “Are you ready to order?” the waiter asked politely.

  “Yes,” Gio said. “Grilled salmon and mixed vegetables for the missus, and chicken parmesan for me.”

  “Coming right up. May I offer you a bottle of wine and appetizers while you wait?”

  “Sure. Thanks.”

  The waiter returned with a bottle of red wine and a loaf of buttered bread and assorted cheeses.

  I pinched off a piece of bread. “The missus?” I said. The sound of the phrase leaving Gio’s mouth rang in my ears. It was disorienting to know that it had referred to me.

  Giovanni shrugged his shoulders and then took a sip of wine. “Well, you are, aren’t you? Or are you going to call things off with me?”

  I pursed my lips and swallowed the piece of bread with some difficulty. “No…”

  “You sure?”

  “My parents would kill me.”

  “But what do you want? How do you feel about it, Arianna?”

  When I refrained from answering right away, Gio lowered his head and gave a little whistle. Somehow, his figure seemed to deflate right in front of me, and I felt a certain pang in my chest, not at all liking the expression on his face.

  “I’m that bad, huh?” he said.

  I shook my head. “No, it’s not that. It’s just…It’s all so…strange. I mean, I knew this time was coming but…”

  “It’s not something you can easily prepare for.”

  I nodded. “Yeah. All my life, I figured I’d be ready when the time came, but now, I’m not so sure anymore.”

  “Well, let me ask you this—do you think it would be easier for you if you had been matched with someone else?”

  I shrugged my shoulders. “I honestly don’t know anymore. Maybe.”

  “Maybe?”

  “With you, it just feels…”

  “Wrong?”

  I sighed. “I just feel that we did things backward, that’s all. And I’m not sure how I feel about that. It makes me feel indecent, as a woman. My mother didn’t raise me to…”

  “Give yourself away before marriage?”

  I swallowed nervously and nodded. “I don’t know what it is about you that makes me go against everything I’d been taught.”

  “I guess it’s my good looks. Don’t be so hard on yourself. Most women would have a hard time resisting me.”

  I looked up at him and blinked.

  He burst out laughing. “Relax, Ari. I’m just joking.”

  “No, you’re not,” I said, laughing regardless. “You are the cockiest person I’ve ever met.”

  He grinned slyly. “Let me hear you say that again.”

  My face flushed again. I shook my head. “Stop it,” I said.

  Giovanni laughed heartily. “You are so hot when you’re embarrassed. It’s adorable, really.”

  “How am I supposed to put up with you?”

  “Just keep doing what you did to me before we left the house. That’ll work for me.”

  “Gio, stop it!” I said through an uncontrollable laugh that was steadily building up inside of me.

  “Stop what?” he said, feigning innocence.

  I was spared from having to answer him when our food arrived.

  “Thank you,” I said to the waiter as he set my plate before me.

  “Is there anything else I can get for you?”

  “No, thank you,” Gio responded.

  The waiter nodded and left our table.

  “For the record,” Gio said, after we’d been eating in silence for a while, “I think this can work out fine. You and me.”

  “Of course, you do,” I said. “You believe you’re God’s gift to women, don’t you?”

  “No, but I do think it was a gift for me to get matched to you. At this point, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Luck was certainly in my favor.”

  “Do you say that to all the girls?”

  “Not at all.”

  He stared at me from across the table again, and my body began to tingle. I started to think about the feel of his body, and suddenly desire almost suppressed my appetite. As I tried to focus on eating, I couldn’t help wondering if he could sense the direction of my thoughts based on the way he suddenly seemed unable to take his eyes off me.

  I suppose it really could have been worse. My parents could have paired me with someone a lot less appealing, which made me feel that it was perhaps time to accept things the way they were. I had been paired with a handsome man with a decent family, who was just as attracted to me as I was to him. So maybe Giovanni Romano had a point—this could work out.

  CHAPTER 13

  Giovanni

  I guess what they say is true—third time’s a charm.

  Instead of going back to the Marino compound, Arianna and I went back to my apartment.

  I wanted her so badly that it hurt. I pulled her to my bedroom, managing to remove all her clothes before I pushed her to my bed. I gave myself several seconds to admire her body, drinking in every single detail.

  Her big breasts were every man’s dream. Her shaved pussy was just the way I liked them the best—pink, small, and extremely sensitive. Then there was her hips and ass that taunted me whenever she wore clothes that fit her too tightly.

  “Touch yourself,” I told her, starting to undress. “I need to see you pleasure yourself.”

  A gasp left her lips followed by a slight
blush. She separated her legs and supported herself with one hand while she let the other roam over her. I kicked my pants and boxers to the side when she rubbed her nipples, enjoying too much the way her pupils dilated when she saw me in all my naked glory.

  I sat in the armchair across from her and stroked my cock, telling myself to be patient. Her hand landed on her sweet pussy, her fingers sliding through her puffy folds, and my heart beat faster. I wanted to devour her, touch her, own her. Her scent enveloped me, the sight of her bringing herself to orgasm urging me to slam into her and rip her apart.

  Her movements quickened, her moans growing louder as she thrashed on my bed. She was completely lost in her pleasure, and my cock was going to fucking explode from just watching her.

  “Finger yourself.”

  She moved to her knees without even breaking our eye contact and brought her other hand to her mound. Rubbing her clit fast, she thrust a finger inside of her.

  “Add one more,” I ordered her, my mouth completely dry from desire. She pushed her index finger inside, fucking herself faster, and I saw she was close. “One more.” Her eyes were so dark now, slightly widening in surprise, but she didn’t hesitate to obey me. I jerked myself faster, my dick throbbing hard with the bursting pleasure.

  Several moments later I repeated, “One more.”

  “Ah! Giovanni!”

  She added the fourth finger, the sounds of her moans ripping through the air, and I had to stop jerking if I didn’t want to come right away. She threw her head back and screamed, calling my name at the peak of her pleasure, and I couldn’t breathe. She was too fucking beautiful to watch.

  I jumped from the armchair and snatched the condom from the nightstand. I was already on her, pinning her arms below her head with one hand while I guided my cock into her pussy.

  “You’re mine, Arianna.” I thrust my cock to the brim, shuddering from the sudden shot of sizzling pleasure.

  “Ah! Yes! Yours!”

  She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer to her, which spurred me to move faster.