I selected a gown that was mostly white. It’s only bit of color was the lovely black trim on the bust line, which enhanced my breasts. It was surprising to me that such a beautiful ball gown would be in the dresses he brought. When I asked him about it he said, “I knew we were getting married and I wanted it to be soon, so I ordered it with the rest of the clothes.” I just smiled at his unwillingness to let me go.
“Papa, are you sure you can do this?” I asked as I looked at my worn out father as we walked down the aisle.
“My dearest girl, your mother would want me to be at your side. Remember you’re mine too. We made you out of love, and I’m grateful every day for you and your mother.”
“Thank you, Papa. I love you.”
“I love you too, my sweet. Please be happy today. I have to leave right after the ceremony, but I love you no less.”
“You’re making me cry.”
“Oh-oh, let me get you to him before your makeup smears. He might cut and run,” he laughed.
“Well you’ll just have to bring him back to me,” I said just as we reached Dante.
“I’m not going anywhere that you aren’t going.” He turned to my father and said, “Thank you, sir.”
“Take great care of her or that filet set will be waiting for you.”
“You’re sick, but you’ve got nothing to worry about. She’s going to have the best I have to offer.” The men shook hands before my father kissed my cheek. I felt a tingle as my father placed my hand in Dante’s strong hand. He held it tight throughout the ceremony, like he was afraid I’d run if he loosened his grip.
The ceremony was over before I knew it, and now I was the wife of Dante Franchetti. I couldn’t believe that after such a short period I was married to the man who’d mistakenly kidnapped me.
He was so handsome, I just stared at him. His light blue eyes radiated pure satisfaction. His brown hair was cut shorter than before, almost a military cut, making it look lighter than it was, but I liked it on him. I was stunned out of my observations, when his lips met mine. It was pure bliss as he gripped the back of my head and slid his hand onto my ass. The crowd roared with cheers. It made the sadness in my heart ease a bit.
True to his word, my father left the wedding ceremony and returned to his vigil at my mother’s bedside.
“Mrs. Franchetti, I hate to rush you, but we have to walk back down the aisle.”
“Oh, sorry, I was lost in my thoughts,” I said as I looked toward the door where my father was exiting.
“He really is happy for us, you know?” He was afraid I was hurt by my father need to leave, but I wasn’t.
“I know. I was just admiring his love for her.”
“She’s going to be alright.”
“You don’t know that.”
“No, I don’t, but I have to have hope enough for the both of us.”
We gathered in the house with food and drinks. Dante was in a rush to get out of there before as he claims, “His dick breaks off from being so hard.” We said our goodbyes and were driven into town and to our hotel. I knew my body was going to be in trouble, and I bit off more than I could chew, but I wouldn’t regret it—not one bit.
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My heart was thumping hard as I waited for the priest to say, “I now pronounce you husband and wife.” I just pictured Flanagan’s men coming in to stop the wedding and shoot my Regan. Once he made her mine in the eyes of God, I wanted to run out of the door and claim her body as mine all over again.
The moment we entered the hotel room I was on her. My mouth clashed with hers in a frenzied attack. Her lips meshed with mine as we kissed like we hadn’t see each other in over a week.
“Mine. Amore. You’re Mrs. Dante Franchetti. Hell, saying that is a fucking turn on.”
I popped about three painkillers before the ceremony, even though I knew it wasn’t recommended because I wanted to enjoy bringing my wife off. I wanted to pump into her, roughly. Her eyes were bright with excitement as pinned her to the wall. She was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
I licked my way down to her cleavage that was popping out of her dress. I loved her tits, they were spectacular. My hands reached around her back and to the zipper. Pulling it down, I grinned, knowing what was hidden under her dress. I slid her straps off her, but not before tasting the bared flesh of her shoulder. I let the dress fall to the floor in a heap of white. She stepped out of it without taking her eyes off me. Regan’s beauty was remarkable, irresistible, and mesmerizing. Her hair was down, just the way I liked it.
“Damn, Regan, you’re asking for a rough fucking. Why do you have to be so damn sexy?” I growled as I dropped to my knees. I wanted her on my face, filling my mouth with her sweet release. Her body sung every time I tasted her pussy. My ego soared knowing I was the only one to touch and taste her.
Her panties were a mere obstacle in my way. I yanked them down and off her feet and growled, “They’re a waste. I like your pussy ready for me. I think I going to toss out all your panties.”
“I need them.”
“Fine you can keep a few for that time of the month. The rest are going to the garbage. I want access to your pussy any time I want.”
“Okay,” she uttered, breathlessly as my mouth hit her clit right away. I wanted her kitty purring for me. She was already dripping when I slid my tongue in between her folds and into her heat. Her hands gripped my hair roughly as she pushed her pussy into my face. I liked her like this—completely out of control. Gone was the sweet and innocent girl, the bad girl had arrived.
“Dante, Dante,” she said in worship as though I was a deity.
I opened her up with my hand and slipped two fingers into her tight pussy. I wasn’t in the mood for going slow and by her eagerness I didn’t think she was either. My fingers thrust hard as my tongue fucked her clit. She was creaming for me before I knew it, coating my tongue.
I jumped up and stripped my clothes like a mad man. She actually had the nerve to laugh as I struggled with my buckle. I had to teach her not to laugh at her husband when he’s too horny to think straight.
“You think it’s funny. Knees now, baby. My dick needs to feel your beautiful fat lips wrapped around him.”
The look she gave me had me juicing a bit as she dropped to her knees. I was going to come in her mouth if she kept looking at it like a hungry animal. She licked her lips and smiled up at me before taking my leaking cock in her hands. She liked to play with her food before she ate. She rubbed her hands up and down my length, teasing the fuck out of me. Making me fucking nuts, I groaned, “Suck me.”
She giggled before taking the tip into her mouth. He gave her a little of his pre-come. She didn’t freak at the little fluid, no she just licked it up before swallowing my cock. I looked down at her tits that were still in her bra, my mind thinking about fucking them and nutting in her mouth. The things I want to do with her, but I don’t want to scare her yet.
I threw my head back as I felt her teeth lightly scrape my hard flesh. “Regan,” I moaned. I was so close to coming. I looked back down at her catching her looking up at me as she deep throated my dick. Fuck, I was coming.
I didn’t give her a warning. She liked the taste of my come, so I gave her what she wanted. Gripping her head I fucked my come down her throat. She moaned as she stroked the rest of my nut out of me. I just came, but that shit she just did had me still too hard.
I scooped her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Carrying her to the bed, our eyes never left each other. My dick bobbed, smacking her ass as I walked. She smiled naughtily at me and her eyes opened wide with every spank.
“You like that, wife? You want me to spank your pretty little lily white bottom?”
“A little…” she whispered shyly. This woman didn’t have any idea what she did to me.
There was something about her that turned me into a loving man. I wanted to be what she needed. Hell, if I knew how to do it, but I’d start with giving her orgasms all day.
“Yes, sir. I think that you like me on my knees.”
“You like it too, cara mia. I can see your pussy glistening for me.” I ran my hand over her round ass. I wanted in her ass, but I’ll wait for another day. I want her pregnant. I can’t be wasting my come on other areas all the time.
“So what…” she pouted
I tossed my head back, calming my racing heart and my aching cock. I rubbed her cheeks before slipping my finger into her wetness.
“Dripping, just like I thought,” I growled.
“Just for you,” she purred. I gave her first whack on her ass. It pinked immediately, and she moaned sinfully.
“That’s right. It’s just for me,” I roared. I lucked out. I didn’t deserve her, but I’m not letting her loose.
I gave her a second whack on her other cheek. I wasn’t out to hurt my woman, so that’s all she got. I knew she enjoyed that shit because the moment my tip touched her lips, it was soaked.
I nearly roared and beat my chest like a damn gorilla. She was perfect and giving. What more could a man ask for?
I pushed my cock all the way in. I groaned as her pussy choked my cock again. Then she had the damn nerve to squeeze my cock with her silky walls, like I wasn’t already about to come again.
I gave her another whack and commanded, “Behave, amore or you’re going to make me come, and you’ll be left hanging.”
“You wouldn’t,” she said in shock.
“Regan, I’m only a man, and your pussy is tight as fuck as it is. Top it off that you’re mine. I was ready to nut the moment I pushed my way inside your tight cunt.”
“Okay.”
“Good girl.”
I started slowly stroking in and out of her heat, savoring the feel of her silken walls. Her folds sucked me in, pulling deep into her. I want to pump hard into her, but her pussy was too good, and I wasn’t as cool as I tried to play. My woman needed a push, so I reached around and caressed her flat belly and placed my hand on her heat. I pinched her clit and she cried out, “Dante, please.”
“Come for me, Regan. Come now,” I groaned as I started pumping into her. Her walls started to shake and squeeze.
“I’m coming, Dante! I’m coming. Oh God! Yes,” she screeched as threw her head back. I grabbed her hair and pulled her closer to me so I could feel her back pressed against my chest as I came hard into her.
“Ahh!” I roared as my come jetted into her pussy.
It took me about five minutes before I could breathe normal again. I pulled out, and she slumped on the bed in fatigue. I rolled her on to her back and climbed on top of her.
“Are you satisfied, Mrs. Franchetti?”
“More than satisfied, Mr. Franchetti,” she said with a sultry tone before lifting her head to kiss me while her hands caressed the hairs on my chest, and still very hard, I pushed back in to her. This was going to be a very busy night.
Chapter 10
We spent the week after the wedding in Ireland. I still needed to heal, and we hoped that her mother’s condition would improve, but no such luck on that front. We were saying our goodbyes at the hospital because I needed to get back. Two detectives in Chicago were looking to speak with me about Regan, but rumors were that they were working for Flanagan.
I wasn’t going to let him catch me by surprise. I had eyes and ears everywhere. There was something going down soon. We had a place that was protected as can be for our women, a panic room. I wasn’t going to let anything happen to Regan.
I had backup all around. Michael Flanagan made a lot of enemies, but he fucked up when he messed with me and my woman. He hadn’t been seen lately and the rumor was that he boarded a plane for Fiji. He was running scared or so I assumed.
“Amore, are you sure you want to go into there alone?”
“Yes, I need to say goodbye. I don’t know if it will be the last time I see her, but I pray it’s not.”
“That’s fine. I’ll be waiting with your father.” I gave her a kiss and left her in the room alone, something I knew I shouldn’t have done. My father-in-law and I walked to go get coffee in the cafeteria.
“Daley, how are you doing?”
“Every day is a struggle. I want to go find Michael and put a bullet in his brain. He’s been the bane of my existence. The moment we met he’d been trying to recruit me. I didn’t want in, but I did want his sister. We fell in love and secretly married. She had been promised to someone else and it cost him a bigger piece of an empire. I took her to Ireland, but he felt I owed him and had to go into business with him.”
“Where were her parents when this was happening?”
“They’d already died a few years earlier. They wouldn’t have let him set up an arranged marriage.”
We were only down the hall from Moira’s room when my phone rang. I answered it quickly when I’d seen it was Joe. “What’s up?”
“Boss, he’s been spotted in Dublin.”
“What!?” I shouted as I started running to get back to the room. I needed to protect my wife. That was then that I heard a shot go off in the room.
I slammed opened the door just as my father-in-law came up behind me. Regan was standing over a body with a gun pointed at what looked to be a man from the soles of the shoes.
“You thought you were fucking slick, but you’re nothing but a sick coward. You’re a fool for coming here and now you’re paying the price. Pity we’re in public. I can’t filet you like I want.”
“Regan…” I called out to her.
“Dante…” she whispered.
That was all I needed to come from behind as took the gun from her hands. Her father was at his wife’s side, making sure he hadn’t succeeded with what was clearly his plan.
“Why do you hate her so much? Haven’t you already done enough? You couldn’t wait to finish her off?” Regan cried in anger.
I looked down at a bleeding Michael Flanagan, and he looked pathetic. Just as I was ready to put a bullet in Michael’s head, Callum ran up and stabbed him in the balls. I barely had a moment to pull him away when the Dublin police arrived.
They took our weapons and hauled Flanagan to a stretcher. We were left in the room alone with Mrs. Daley. She seemed to be unharmed.
“Amore, what happened here?”
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“Mother, I want you to come back to me. You missed the wedding of the week. Dante and I were married. I wanted you to be there, to help me get ready and to shake away all my fears like you’ve always been. I love you, Mama. You can’t leave me!”
“Don’t worry. You’ll be joining her, very soon.” I turned quickly in my chair to see my former uncle dressed as a doctor and with special makeup on. He wasn’t noticeable to most, but he was to me.
“Why?”
“Because your mother was a traitor. She chose him over the family and the fate I selected for her. She needs to die just like you. I’ve waited twenty years for my revenge. Your father will suffer for stealing her affections,” he growled as he pulled the synthetic makeup from his face. I realized he was nutty than a can of Planters.
“Franchetti should have killed you like he’d been planning to do all week. Marco worked well for me, but not well enough since you’re still alive. That’s something I plan to rectify today.”
“Why use me?”
“Why not. You resembled Diana and she was in trouble with them. You were a perfect switch. The bastard that fucked my daughter was supposed to die, and no one would have been any bit the wiser to who ordered the hit. They fucked up and missed the mark, then she wasn’t safe. I needed a resolution, and you were it. It was supposed to solve two problems at once,” he snarled.
I walked around the bed, trying to block my mother from his attack. He didn’t come after her, but rather me. I had a gun tucked into my waistband when Dante left me for a few moments. I kept my back away from him so he wouldn’t see the gun.
“Talking is over. It’s time for you to die,” he grow
led as he lifted his gun at me. I only had a second to react. I pulled the gun out and cocked it at the same time before I blasted him one time in the chest. He hit the floor hard, and I just stared at him with pure hatred.
I looked to my mother, who lied in a coma because of this vulture. My rage, and every other emotion that I felt engulfed me. I asked him how he could be so cruel, but he didn’t answer. Dante arrived in the room. I felt his presence before I heard his voice.
I was lost in a state of pure, unadulterated rage that I didn’t notice my father until he’d been driving the blade into Flanagan’s balls. He did it to make him suffer and all I could do was smile.
Dante’s arms were wrapped around me, and I knew was for my own protection. I was blinded by my anger, and his hold brought me back to the present.
“Amore. Did he hurt you?”
“No. He was going to kill me and my mother,” I said shakily.
“I know. I’m sorry he slipped passed us. Can you forgive me, Cara mia?”
“Of course. I know you don’t want anything to happen to me.”
“Let me get you out of here. Let’s go back to the hotel. It looks like we won’t be able to leave Ireland yet. So I’m going to take you back and love you until you forget your own name. Does that work for you?”
“Sounds perfect.”
Chapter 11
The next three weeks flew by quickly as we waited for to find out it Flanagan would live. He was in a coma just like his sister. We weren’t sure if he was going to be prosecuted here or back in Chicago, if he woke up. Both governments wanted him because he’d committed crimes in both countries.
Regan had been lauded a hero after stopping him which was great because I was afraid they’d file some sort of charges on her or her father. They wouldn’t have stuck, but I didn’t want anything to happen to my woman, even if I had to take the blame for her.
We’d been to the hospital every day to make sure her mother was safe. Callum refused to leave her side for one second. The room had to be full of my men and myself before he would go relieve himself.
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