Gladly relinquishing control, I laid back and watched her kiss her way down to my swollen dick. She rolled her tongue over the head and around the shaft, teasing. Watching me, she opened her mouth and slid me in, her lips closing around my shaft. She took me in deeper, until I felt the back of her throat, and then flicked her tongue up and down. I’d never encountered anyone who could challenge my control like she could. I moaned, struggling to hold back.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief and she picked up her pace, wrapping a hand around the base of my shaft while she fucked me with her mouth. Squeezing me with her hand, she continued. Knowing I was about to come, I tried to push her off, but she’d have none of it. She fucked me until I released into the back of her throat.
When my dick finally stopped throbbing, her mouth released me, but her hand stayed wrapped around my shaft. Eyes full of love and adoration, she stared up at me, and I was done for.
“I love you so damn much,” I said.
“Good.” Her hand drifted down to give my balls a little squeeze. “But I’m gonna need you to get hard again so you can convince me to marry you with more than your tongue.”
I chuckled. Not only was she beautiful, but I’d turned her into a freak. My freak. How the fuck had I gotten so lucky?”
“You already said yes,” I reminded her.
She licked my shaft from balls to tip, smiling seductively at me.
“What’s wrong, Dom. Scared of a little challenge?”
Her sassy mouth and hot body already had me growing hard again. “Why don’t you get on your hands and knees and I’ll show you just how scared I am.”
She did as she was told, and I grabbed her hips and buried myself deep inside her. Reaching around to play with her clit, I fucked her until we both came again. Then I held her and watched her sleep. Mario was covering for me today, because I refused to leave her side until I had a conversation with her old man.
***
Just a handful of days after Annetta agreed to marry me, I stood beside the priest and watched her walk down the aisle on the arm of her smiling father. She wore a vintage white dress and all I could think about was getting her out of it. The wedding was quick and small, with only my mother, Annetta’s father, Mario, Adona, and the priest in attendance. We said the customary words, followed the traditions Mother insisted on, kissed, and then were announced as Mr. and Mrs. Dominico Mariani.
She deserved so much more, but I couldn’t give it to her. At least, not yet. We’d done it, though. Annetta had my name, and Mamma promised that Annetta Mariani and our child would be safe… even from my father. I’d never felt more happy and relieved in my life as I did when we left the church and she climbed into the passenger seat of my car.
Because I no longer cared about discretion, I bypassed our usual room at the Davenport and booked the honeymoon suite at the Caribbean, one of the neutral casinos. We’d barely checked in when Father and Michael burst through the door.
“Annetta?” Michael asked, his eyes wide with shock as he took her in. “The cook from the restaurant?”
The look she gave me told me she couldn’t believe I hadn’t told my brother about us. To him, she said, “It’s nice to see you again, Michael.”
Father stepped forward and introduced himself, hugging Annetta and kissing her cheeks, very publicly accepting her. She had to be confused. Mamma and I had told her Father and Michael couldn’t make it to the wedding because of work, yet here they were.
“Welcome to the family, daughter,” he said.
She glanced at me before smiling at him. “Thank you. We missed you at the wedding. I was sad to hear that you were detained with work.”
He frowned. “Me too. But that’s why we’re here. We have some business requiring Dom’s assistance. I apologize for stealing him away on your wedding night, but it cannot be helped. We’ll have him back before morning, and he can take tomorrow off.”
Annetta looked to me, her eyes full of questions.
“Please let me take her up to the room,” I said.
Father nodded, the warmth he’d shown Annetta disappearing. “Be quick.”
Annetta opened her mouth to protest, but I ushered her into the elevator. The moment the doors were closed, she turned on me.
“But we just got married,” she protested. “Don’t we get one night?”
“I know. I’m sorry, Net. Something important must have come up.”
But I couldn’t think of a single thing they’d need me to handle. This had to be some sort of power play to put me in my place. No doubt, I was about to get punished for my misstep. It didn’t matter. At least he’d accepted Annetta. She and our child would be protected no matter what.
“I’m sure it won’t take long, but why don’t you call Mamma and have her come sit with you. Maybe the two of you could watch a movie or something.”
The elevator doors opened, but she made no move to follow me out.
