Keeping his bride

Verona

FTER HEARING LUCA’S hateful words, I run into the nearest bathroom and tear off my mask, staring at my

reflection in the mirror.

Tears fill my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I won’t let him win.

An old woman steps up beside me and washes her hands. She glances at me once and then twice and frowns.

“Some guy make you upset, sweetheart?” she asks.

“Yeah,” I admit.

“Well, if I was your age and looked like that, I’d be out on that dance floor dancing with every eligible man.” She stares at me with her beautiful, blue eyes and winks before she says, “Make him pay for hurting you.”

“Make him pay,” I say, nodding in agreement. Gathering my mask, I replace it and turn to leave the bathroom. My eyes search the room, finding Luca leaning against a wall in the far corner of the room, away from everyone else.

He’s not even looking for me. He doesn’t even care.

Grabbing a champagne flute from one of the waiters, I down it in a couple swallows. I have another and then another before I feel like I have enough liquid courage for what I’m about to do next.

Making sure there’s a clear view from him to me, I approach a younger guy standing in a group of men twice his age. “Would you like to dance?” I ask him.

His eyes roam my figure, and he nods his head vehemently. “Uh, yeah!” he says urgently.

We make our way to the dance floor in the middle of the room. The beat of the music is hard and fast, and I begin to move, swaying my hips while keeping a safe distance from the young man I just met.

He steps from side to side, clearly not knowing what to do. “Uh, what’s your name?” he asks me over the music.

I’m about to tell him my name when an older gentleman steps up and says, “Run along and play, Junior.” Then, feasting his eyes on me, he says, “Let’s dance.”

Well, I can’t say no to that. At least this guy knows what he wants…and obviously knows what he’s doing.

The man is tall and handsome with hair and eyes as black as night. He turns me around in his arms, pressing my bare back against his front as he grinds his hips against mine to the beat. His lips are near my ear as he asks, “Do you have any idea that you’re the sexiest woman here tonight?” When I shake my head, he continues. “What does it feel like to have over a hundred men fantasizing about taking you home?”

I consider his words before I answer. “Powerful,” I tell him honestly.

“Yes, powerful,” he agrees. He turns me in his arms again so that we’re facing each other. He’s so tall that I have to look up to see his face. And it reminds me of the height difference between Luca and me. And that, of course, makes me think about Luca…my husband.

“I noticed you as soon as you walked in the door. I knew I had to talk to you. But I never thought I’d get a chance to dance with you. My name is Constantine Carbone.”

I begin to tell him my name, but his fingertips suddenly graze along my bare back as he pulls me closer. Goosebumps cover my skin, but not the good kind. He’s getting too close, too aggressive.

I try to pull back, but he holds me even tighter.

He leans into me and whispers into my ear all the naughty things he wants to do to me once he gets me home.

“Let her go, Carbone,” says a commanding voice behind me. Shivers erupt inside of me, racing up my spine.

“What business is it of yours?” my dancing partner asks.

“She’s my wife,” Luca says through clenched teeth. He tears off his mask, and I can instantly see the look of recognition fill the other man’s eyes.

“I’m sorry, Vitale. I didn’t know she belonged to you.”

“Well, now you know,” he says before grabbing my arm and pulling me away from the man, away from the party and towards the front door.

I stumble a few times thanks to the few glasses of champagne I had and to the high heels, but Luca is quick to pick me up when I nearly fall and keep us moving.

Luca doesn’t say a word as he leads me from the house and straight to a dark, sleek car parked outside. He swings open the door and practically throws me inside. I splay out on the backseat, waiting for his terror as he climbs in beside me.

He slams the door shut and tells Dante in the front seat to drive us home before he pushes a button for the partition between us and Dante to close. Once it’s shut, he turns to me.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

He’s calm. Way too calm. And it’s scaring me.

“Luca,” I whisper. I’m about to apologize when he suddenly grabs me and pulls me closer. His mouth is

crashing down on mine before I can even comprehend what’s happening.

He doesn’t ask if this is okay. He doesn’t even ask if I want him. He just takes. And I am so incredibly turned on that I feel like I could catch on fire.

This kiss is so powerful that I can feel little tremors erupting all throughout my body. I’ve never been kissed before, but I didn’t think my first time would be like this. This kiss is raw, rough, and possessive. He kisses me with bruising force, like the world is coming to an end and we only have a few moments left to live.

Luca’s tongue prods at my lips until I open my mouth for him, letting him in. Our tongues entwine in a desperate need for each other.

He pulls back, and I struggle to catch my breath. “You drive me crazy,” he admits before his mouth is on mine again.

I’m boneless in his arms, a weak mess, and he takes the opportunity to conquer me. I’m trembling as his hands explore my body. He roughly grabs my breasts through my dress, kneading them until my nipples are hard peaks.

Then, his hands go lower…lower until they’re lifting up my dress. He breaks the kiss to stare down at my thighs, and I can hear him sigh in relief as he whispers, “A thong.”

I stare at him, confused. Did he think I wasn’t wearing any underwear?

“If you hadn’t been wearing panties, I think I would have had no choice but to punish you.” He stares at me with his gray eyes glistening in the pale moonlight streaming through the dark windows of the car. “I might still punish you for dressing like this, for enticing all the men at the party…and for enticing me,” he says, a dark threat permeating through his words.

So, he’s upset with me because I turned him on? I don’t even have time to c mprehend that information before he says, “Get on your knees, ass facing me.”

I swallow hard at his request, hesitating a second too long, because next thing I know, he’s pushing me onto the seat and forcing me on my knees.

“Spread your legs,” he instructs, his voice deep and full of lust.

My breathing is labored as I do as he says. This is a new side of Luca I have never seen before. He wants me. I can feel his desperate need.

And I can’t help it, but I want him too.

I spread my thighs for him until my knees are as far apart as they can go on the backseat. I’m not prepared for the first smack to my right cheek, and I jump and squeal in surprise. One of his hands presses on my lower back, holding me in place as the other takes a turn slapping each cheek in succession until my skin feels hot and sore.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs before he smacks me two more times, eliciting a moan out of my throat.

I don’t know why, but the pain is turning me on.

His big hand kneads the tender flesh, getting dangerously close to my clit, and I’m begging silently in my mind for him to touch me there.

When his fingertip drags up and down my slit over my thong, I think I’m going to spontaneously combust. “You’re so wet for me. Did that turn you on, dirty girl?” He moves the thong to the side, and I can feel his warm breath breathing onto my wetness before it turns cold, causing me to shiver.

“Please!” I cry out before I can stop myself. No man has ever done this to me before; and even though I’m nervous, I’m more turned on, and the lust is drowning out all of my reasonable thoughts.

“Tell me what you want,” he instructs, wanting me to beg for it.

I sink my teeth into my lower lip. I don’t want to beg. I want to tell him to go straight to hell. But my desire is too great for him at the moment, and I find myself whispering,

“I want your mouth on me.”

“What? I can’t hear you?” he teases.

“Please put your mouth on me!” I cry out, shame burning my face.

His fingertip traces my slit until I feel him pushing on my most intimate area. “Have you ever been fucked here?” he asks, pressing on my tight hole.

I squirm under his ministrations. “No!” I want to tell him I’ve never been fucked anywhere, but I hold my tongue, because I’m so afraid he won’t want to continue and give me the release I need right now. “Please, Luca,” I plead.

“Fuck, I love hearing you beg,” he groans. His finger moves down, swiping over my clit, and I jerk forward, feeling like I just got struck by lightning.

His hand moves from my lower back to around my hip, holding me in place. “You’re really responsive,” he comments in almost a whisper. “I like that,” he adds with a dark chuckle that has my core clenching.

I remember the girls at the boarding school talking about their sexual encounters, and I always thought they were bragging or making stuff up. But when I feel the first swipe of Luca’s tongue on my clit, I realize they were telling the truth. It does feel good, just like heaven and beyond.

I groan out loud, fisting my hands under me as he continues to lick me. He eats me like a starving man, the wicked sounds filling the interior of the car and turning me on even further.

I feel his fingertip enter me, and I cry out.

“Your pussy is so tight,” he groans. “Fuck, Verona, you’re perfect.”

He pushes his finger in and out while his tongue lashes over my clit, and I close my eyes at the sensation. It’s too much. Too great. To powerful. A garbled cry escapes my lips as I come, riding his face unabashed, drawing out the pleasure as I tremble and sob under him.

He licks me slowly while I come down from the high, shivers erupting through my body. My legs tremble until I can’t hold myself up anymore, and I end up collapsing onto the seat beside him.

I can hear his belt buckle before his zipper goes down. And when I sit up in the seat, I see Luca sitting there with his cock in his hand. My eyes widen at the sight. I’ve never watched a guy touch himself, and Luca is so comfortable doing it in front of me.

His cock is impossibly thick and long, and I swallow hard at the sight of it. I’ve seen porn before, of course, but most of the guys were never this size.

“I’ve been thinking about those red lips wrapped around my cock all night,” he tells me darkly.

I lick over said lips and look up at him beneath my lashes. He wants my mouth on him, but I’ve never done that before. What if I don’t do it right? What if he doesn’t like it?

“Verona, please,” he groans as he strokes his cock. “I need you.”

Those words send a shiver up and down my spine, and all of my hesitations go right out the window. I need to make him feel as good as he just made me feel. He gave me pleasure, and I want to return the favor.

I move closer to him and lean down, mesmerized by his hand stroking up and down. He smells like cedarwood and expensive cologne, and my mouth waters as I stick out my tongue and swipe it around his head like a lollipop.

“Fuck,” he hisses through clenched teeth.

I think that means he likes it, so I do it again and again until he’s begging for me to put him into my mouth. I open wide, barely able to fit him inside as I swirl my tongue and swallow as much of him as I can.

I remember the girls at the boarding school saying to not use any teeth because guys hate that, so I wrap my lips around my teeth before going up and down on his shaft.

“Yes, just like that,” he says, encouraging me. “Suck my cock, dirty girl.”

I move my mouth over him as his hand intertwines in my hair. I expect him to push my head down and control the rhythm, but instead he simply wraps my long hair around his fist and lets me control the speed.

“I’m going to cum in that dirty mouth, Verona,” he warns.

I can feel his cock twitch just before he erupts in my mouth, filling it to the brim. I have no choice but to swallow it all down as I continue to suck him. He groans loudly, the deep timbre of his voice filling the car. My clit throbs in response to his deep growls and moans.

“That’s my good girl,” he says as he shudders one last time from the pleasure.

Pulling his dick from my mouth, he looks down at me with a look of adoration. He smiles at me, and I realize this is a side of Luca that I’ve never seen before. Just like before with the jealousy, this is a whole other side of the enigmatic cube that makes up his personality.

He tucks his cock into his pants and zips them up.

“Are we almost home?” he asks out loud, and at first, I think he’s asking me. But then I see the light for the intercom and realize I never saw him push it.

“Yes, sir,” Dante responds gruffly through the speaker.

“Did you enjoy the show?” Luca asks him.

Dante doesn’t respond, and I stare at Luca in shock. He must have pushed the button at some point when he was eating me out…and he made Dante listen to the whole thing.

Luca turns off the intercom and smiles smugly at me as the car comes to a st p.

“Why would you do that?” I ask, shame burning my face and chest.

“I’ve seen the way Dante looks at you. Sometimes people need to be reminded of their place and where they stand.” “You…you’re an asshole!” I yell at him.

Luca continues to smile, unaffected by my response.

The door opens, and Dante is standing there, staring at me with an undecipherable look. I can barely meet his eyes as I whisper, “I’m sorry,” before running straight for the house.

I don’t stop running until I’m safely locked inside my room.

I thought I had seen a different side of Luca tonight, but now I know that it was all just smoke and mirrors. He’s still a bastard. I just wish I had known what he was up to before I let him touch me.