La Sposa

by Sienna Mynx

  Giovanni stared out of the open French doors of his balcony to the night beyond. He wiped his hand down his face and stretched his eyes to sober up. From the start of the evening, he’d drank his belly full, but remained standing. It was a skill he inherited from his father. Though he couldn’t see the fireworks from his room, he could hear the celebrating; and even with the wedding in a few hours, he knew everyone would party until sunrise.

  Lorenzo’s absence was to be expected. After Fabiana’s death, he retreated again from the family on this day. It was thanks to Lorenzo’s mother’s curse. What she did to him, how she tortured him, it was one of the reasons Giovanni offered forgiveness to Lorenzo for his failings. His cousin was as fucked up in the head as he was.

  He turned and walked over to the room that joined theirs with their daughter’s. Mira removed Eve’s diaper and put on another. She did so with such skill, his bambina slept undisturbed, with her arms flung wide. All the while, she sucked on her cherry red pacifier. The scene made his heart yearn for more family time. Business affairs were now being managed to the point he could take a few weeks and dedicate the days and nights to his girls. After two long years of bathing his hands in the muck and blood of his business, he was due a vacation.

  Tonight Mira was the perfect hostess, and his people were beginning to love and respect her. He could see it. Giovanni leaned in the door, admiring Mira’s beauty. Once done, she picked up Eve’s diaper and disposed of it. When she turned, she didn’t seem surprised to see him staring. She put up her open palms to him. “I have to wash my hands sweetheart, give me a minute.”

  “Come here,” he said, extending his hand. She approached him with a lovely smile that always melted his heart, and sparked flames of desire through his groin. He lifted her by her hips and moved her from the open doorway to the wall. Mira gasped over his show of strength.

  “Not right here, put me down. You’ll wake Eve,” she giggled.

  Pressing his weight against her he pushed her up the wall so he could kiss between her breasts.

  “I’ve waited to have you all to myself.”

  “Mmm,” she moaned. “I know you want this. I do too. But I have a request,” she said, and he barely heard her. He was too busy trying to get her thong down her hips.

  Mira grabbed his face. “I’m talking about how special today is, and how good it will be if we waited for our wedding night.”

  Giovanni frowned. “Technically it is our wedding day, and it’s still dark outside, almost night. You are already my wife in my heart. We got it covered.”

  “But, Gio—”

  He looked her in the eye and she silenced. “Relax, Bella. Let me take control.” He released her to ease down the wall, and then with her hand in his, he led her to the bed. Before she could climb on top, he swept her in his arms. Mira kicked her legs, laughing softly; and he dropped her on the bed, crashing there with her. Grabbing his shoulders she locked her legs around his hips, and playfully wrestled with him. But he pinned her down easily.

  “Today is my wedding day,” she panted in a voice that wrapped around his heart warm and soft. “I used to say I didn’t want to get married. I used to survive off so little… now I can’t, I can’t live without you.”

  “You don’t have to, baby.” He kissed her brow.

  Mira smiled. “Fabiana wanted marriage and kids… she wanted many things.”

  “She was a wise woman.” He kissed her nose.

  Mira nodded. “She was my sister. It hurts that she won’t be part of this. When I tell the world I love you.” She touched the side of his face.

  “Have I ever told you why I call you Bella?”

  She smiled up at him.

  “It’s the only word that comes to mind when I think of my life with you in it.”

  Mira sat up. Her legs fell off his waist. “That is so romantic. I’m surprised.”

  “That I can be romantic?”

  “No. Sometimes I look at you and this world you live in and I get afraid, Gio.” She touched his face. “Afraid for you, how it can change us. But I think Zia is right. You are who you are, and this man right here, is who you are to me.”

  Mira reached down and began to untie the belt to her wraparound dress. Giovanni sat back on his knees watching her. She never took her eyes off his.

  “I may lose control tonight, I haven’t had you in what feels like an eternity,” he said with a smile.

  “I can handle it.” She unfolded the soft layers of her dress. He’d already removed her thong, so the unveiling only uncovered a low cut white lace bra. She shouldered off the dress, and then unfastened her bra, shrugging off the straps. Mira gathered both and tossed them to the side of the bed. She reclined back into the pillows and parted her legs. On her feet remained the thin-heeled copper shoes that sparkled under the bedroom light. “I’m ready for you, baby,” she said, touching herself.

  It took everything in him not to launch himself at her. When she parted the lips of her sex and started to rub a finger inside her dewy pink center. So sweet, he thought before thrusting his finger into her. She moaned her pleasure to him and gyrated her sex up at him. Reluctantly, he withdrew his hand and reached behind his neck to draw over his sweater. Once off, he tossed it aside. He backed off the bed and unbuckled his belt. The sweetest, sinful thoughts entered his head when her finger dipped inside, and her pelvis lifted as she continued to pleasure herself. Bella became the most potent word throbbing in his skull.

  Every idea she had about how the night should end dissolved. Mira closed her eyes, riding the wave of tantalization, until her thighs and inner sanctum quaked and she released. Breathing through her nose, she slowly opened her eyes to see him watching as the tight coil of pleasure in her pelvis slowly began to unwind. The unwavering stare he gave her made her shudder with anticipation. She’d felt so exhausted and out of sorts lately, she forgot how wonderful it was to be loved by him. She looked forward to being reminded.

  “May I?” he asked with a raised brow.

  “No love bites, Giovanni. I have the wedding tomorrow. I don’t want to walk down the aisle with hickeys on my neck. Okay?”

  “I’ll be good. I promise.”

  She parted her thighs wider with the points of her shoes digging deep into the mattress. Mira raised her arms above her head and smiled at him. She paused to lick her upper lip, then said, “Use your tongue.”

  A warm delicious ache went through his cock and he stroked it, trying to decide against the most carnal urges, to prolong their enjoyment. He knelt on the bed and joined her. Both his hands caressed her smooth legs and stroked her thighs before his face lowered. The first touch of his tongue on her sex started her to chant ‘yes’ over and over. Before the night was over, it would be his name she screamed. He thrust his tongue into her hot, slick core again and deep quivers rippled through her pussy. Giovanni tasted the vibrations.

  “Sei bellissima, sweet Bella.” He then buried his face between her thighs, enticing her clitoris into his mouth. Her hands sank into his hair, and her nails gently combed over his scalp. Giovanni’s sight disappeared behind his closing lids. She gyrated against his mouth, smashing her sex against his lips and forcing his tongue to thrust even deeper. He took his time to lick and suck her until she unleashed blissful cries for mercy. He wanted her to release, but she held back, prolonging the inevitable. She was a naughty girl.

  Giovanni looked up over her neatly trimmed mound and plump quivering belly. He’d given as much delay as he could stand. His cock pulsed with need. He rose on his hands and knees and crawled over her body, licking the tangy spice of her essence from his lips. Her legs naturally rose to hook around his hips and without warning, he thrust forward, sinking into her tight heat. Giovanni harnessed his strength and determination to slow down his rhythm.

  “Remember, we can’t wake Eve,” she moaned, rubbing his sides and moving the way he liked beneath him. Giovanni pulled his cock out of her to the head and thrust forward, rocking against her body. Her
pussy walls tightened on him, almost breaking his control.

  “Stop giving me rules, you sound like my wife,” he grunted, and then smiled.

  He couldn’t believe he’d been denied her for so many days. He pressed his forehead to hers and they breathed in sync as their bodies connected, reunited, adjusted to what was simply them. Mira’s lids fluttered shut when his controlled long and slow thrusts picked up in frequency. He hooked his arm under her back to lift her from the mattress with his free hand firmly pressed to the headboard. She arched in response; her thick dark nipples, swollen and extended, beckoned him. He sucked one, then the other. He bit the nipple gently and then flicked his tongue to soothe the sting. The entire time his hips rotated and his cock kept thrusting. Her core rippled and clenched around him. Suddenly, his mind went on overload with each push back of her hips that sent him deeper.

  “Oh yes,” she gasped. “Like that, baby, yes, more, give me, more.”

  She reached between them and he felt her hand grip his groin. She squeezed his balls and he bit into her shoulder. “Ow, Giovanni!” she smacked him.

  He groaned pumping harder and faster, fucking her into the mattress. Gripping her hips, he lifted her from the mattress and sat back on his legs. She was now riding his cock from his lap. He needed to hear her scream. Giovanni instructed how quick and frequent she rose and fell on his cock.

  Through quick breaths she dragged down into her lungs, Mira wrapped her arms and legs around him to endure. Her body was on fire and she felt herself stretching in ways she didn’t think possible. He forced her hold on his neck to loosen as his face trailed kisses down her throat and then lower. She dropped back on her hands and arched to bring her chest up as she bounced on what felt like pure steel filling her channel. Feeling his tongue and teeth all over her breasts. Sucking and biting, her cries of pleasure kept rising in pitch. He showed no mercy, and from the sheer force of their lovemaking, he had no need to hold her up. The work was hers and she had found an acceptable rhythm to achieve her pleasure goals.

  Tension sung through him. And again, with the iron will of a gladiator, he pushed down the insatiable urge to release. Giovanni squeezed his eyes shut, afraid he’d fall over the edge. Releasing her breast, he trailed his tongue upward across her collarbone seeking her mouth. Within seconds his lips pressed against hers, as his tongue uncurled then curled again around hers in a dizzying motion.

  She fed on him and he loved on her. Weakened but by no means done with her, he forced Mira to sit upright; then turn to her knees while he remained buried in her. He gripped her shoulder and her hip to steady himself. Like a man possessed he thrust harder into her, unable to control a single urge driving him onward. This time he achieved his goal because she cried out his name, nearly screamed it through his fucking her fast and furious from behind. Liquid heat poured through the veins of his cock, and then shockwaves cut through his body.

  Eve woke. She called her mother’s name from her crib.

  He kept thrusting until his balls were empty and his cock flaccid. They dropped into a sweaty breathless heap onto the bed. He licked her shoulder and moved against the wide roundness of her ass, wanting to do it all over again.

  “Giovanni, stop! Let me get to her.”

  The ringing in his ears had drowned out Eve’s cries. He grunted and withdrew., The separation was painful, and his need for her had become that compulsive. Mira scrambled away, finding her robe quickly and dashing to Eve’s room. He turned over on the mattress and put his hands to his eyes, unable to capture a breath.

  *****

  Milan Italy –

  Drowsiness and fatigue had begun to steal over her. A night that had exploded in violence ended with such passion, that every muscle in her body ached in remembrance. Marietta hadn’t felt this physically satiated in a very long time. Even in her half-wakeful state she smiled. Lorenzo’s temper would scare most girls, but it excited something dangerous in her. And to her delight, he brought that aggression to bed, wearing her out good. Marietta moaned and stretched. In her dreams she thought of his hands on her, his mouth and tongue buried between her legs. A sharp smack landed on her bare ass, startling her awake.

  “You have forty minutes to dress and pack.”

  The command stunned her, more than the butt smack. She turned with an irritated frown. “What the hell are you talking about? Pack for what?”

  Even in the dark she could see most of him, thanks to the lights of the city shining in through her window. He stood at the side of the bed with only a white towel riding the edge of his hips. His coal black hair had a slicked back look from a fresh shower. And the bruises and scratches only hardened his handsome features. “You were dreaming about me. Weren’t you?” He asked. Something thick and enticing in his deep voice almost made her confess.

  “Of course I wasn’t. I barely know you.”

  “Bullshit!” He chuckled. “I’ve introduced myself properly.” He then let his eyes sweep over her. “We have a plane to catch. Too late to catch the train. Pack a pretty dress too, something that shows your legs,” he ordered. “I like your legs, and your ass.”

  She frowned at what she knew he meant as a compliment. In her sleep she had thought she heard him shower, and was relieved. She didn’t like sleeping over with men she barely knew. Her hope was he’d dress and go back to wherever the fuck he came from and leave her in peace. She was emotionally and physically exhausted. The man twisted her inside out with two lovemaking sessions that she didn’t think were physically possible. And in the last, he invaded every hole his cock could penetrate.

  “Go. Just leave.” She sat up, wincing at the spasm seizing her lower back with unrelenting cramps. “I’m done with you.”

  This time, instead of a snarky comeback, he let go a roar of laughter that threw cold water over her pride. He snatched his towel off and she was shocked to see his erection thickening, an already intimidating piece of manhood. He crawled over the bed toward her on his hands and knees. Marietta couldn’t take her eyes off his dick. Finally, when he was just a breath away, she looked up. The shadows of the room covered half his face and body in a dark silhouette. However, the cold smile that curled the corner of his mouth was hard to miss. “You wanted my attention, Cara, you have it.”

  Marietta reclined and sank into her deflated pillows, with her arms across her breasts. “No more, Lorenzo…we can’t. I don’t even know how you can…”

  He ran his tongue into her navel, snatching her arms apart, and then up to the sensitive peak of her nipple. He ignored her plea for mercy. In fact, the deep groan rumbling in his throat sounded like he enjoyed her weakening. It fueled something primal in them both. Urges she knew she’d never truly be able to deny.

  “Until I decide what to do about our situation you are coming with me,” he said hoarsely. His strong large hand dragged her beneath him, and she lifted her legs to trap him between. Her mind screamed for her to end the madness, but her body betrayed her.

  “Lift your pussy!” he grunted.

  She obeyed, and the invasion of his thickness thrusting toward her seized the breath in her lungs. Marietta squeezed her eyes shut and clung to him, desperate for more. The reason behind his commanding approach became clear to her, when his finger eased into her anus slow and steady. She dragged in her breathing through her clenched teeth, taking him both ways.

  “Pack your shit,” he thrust into her harder, speaking through harsh pants. “Don’t question me.”

  “Go to hell,” she smiled and moved with him. She ran her tongue over his collarbone and sunk her teeth into the taut flesh. She heard a slight hiss escape him and she continued with her kisses up to his neck. He had a fresh soapy smell to his skin that mingled with his maleness in a way she’d always remember.

  Lorenzo groaned. He inserted a second finger into her forbidden zone, and her head dropped back with a silent cry on her lips. Too many pleasurable sensations shocked her pelvis and anus, sending shockwaves through her pussy.

 
From somewhere beyond her comprehension, he summoned control and focused the most intense blue eyes she’d ever stared into in her life. “I’m done playing nice, Cara. Someone out there wanted me to kill you tonight.” A smile moved over his lips when she rolled her ass and pussy, forcing him to weaken. “Do you understand the danger you are in?”

  Fright was no competition, for the thrill of excitement and sexual heat consumed her sensibility. All thoughts of rebellion faded from her mind. She needed protection, and who better than this giant of a man. Marietta opened and closed her eyes several times to focus. And she could see by the amusement on his shadowy face, he preferred she focused on him. He pinned her down and went fast and hard, removing his fingers from her ass and pressing both his hands to the side of her face as he fucked her, until they broke down into gasps and deep shudders of release. He lifted his head and stared at her. His nostrils flared with the deep exhales of breathing escaping him. “You know my secret,” he said. “Only dead men can confess my sins. Normally, this knowledge would require I take your life. But I can’t keep my damn hands off you.” He stopped. Both of them panting hard, shuddering with the insane urge to release. They were so close, and yet nothing. The separation of his cock leaving her channel made her groan with sadness. The man had the nerve to chuckle.

  Marietta was speechless. Had she lost her complete mind by taking him to bed? Of course she had. Marietta put her hand to her eyes, feeling a bit light headed as if drugged. She wasn’t.

  “Mi piaci molto.” Lorenzo said, all meanness gone from his voice. In fact, he said the words as if he were defeated.

  “Gee thanks,” she answered. He likes me? Now what?

  “We’re going to a wedding,” he answered, as if he heard her thoughts. “We’re going down in the Campania. You’ll be my personal guest.”