I jumped at the feeling of a hand on my bare shoulder and spun around to see Marcello. It was the first time in nearly a week that we’d have the opportunity to be so close to one another. Just as I was thinking about him, too. I wondered if he’d thought of me during the time we’d spent away from each other.
He leaned in so close I could smell his cologne. “I need you. Right now.”
I felt my heart leap at the sound of his words as he whispered them into my ear. There was that warmth in my stomach that left my legs quivering. Those words.I need you. They rang through my mind and caused me to hold my breath. I wanted him too. I wanted to feel him pressed against me, and have his lips touch mine. It was the small things that we could do to show that we cared. And I knew that he had become someone I cared about.
“I need you, too.”
He bit his lip and took my hand in his as he led me down the hallway on the opposite end of the immense church hall. His hand was warm, and I could feel the tension in his fingers. I kept my head down, hoping that no one would see us. He brought me into a room on the right, which had a two-way mirror. I could see what was happening in the room next to us, but there wasn’t anyone in there. I was glad.
He spun me into his arms and brought his lips to mine, kissing me deeply. He parted my lips and I felt the heat rise to my face, and I liked the roughness of his hands on me as he grasped at my waist, bringing me in closer. I could feel his chest pressed against mine, could feel the tensile pressure in his muscles, as if he might be about to throw me against something. His erection pressed against my upper thigh. I traced my hands up his broad back as his lips went from my mouth to my neck, lowering towards my breasts.
I drew a quick breath the moment I saw the men enter the room next to us. I’d had the feeling that Marcello enjoyed being obvious with his affection since he was always mentioning how he wanted to be with me in the kitchen, and in different areas of the house, where we might get caught. He’d yet to try, as he was nervous about what his family might think.
Still, it was sensual, and when I saw Angelo Cavetti walk up to the mirror to adjust his tie, I felt a tickling sensation between my legs that pulsed the moment Marcello lifted my dress and neared my underwear. He traced his fingers towards me, parting my legs as he touched me, slowly rubbing. I felt a soft moan pass through my lips and felt the heat rise into my abdomen as he pressed harder.
Angelo Cavetti adjusted his tie lastly, and I saw Savio behind him, fixing his own suit. Romeo wasn’t in the room, and I was terrified that they would find us. We didn’t even lock the door when we entered the room.
My thoughts were swept away at the feeling of an orgasm forming as Marcello rubbed harder and faster, causing my legs to quiver. I held onto him for fear of falling, my arms wrapped around his neck as he held me up against the glass, his other hand sweeping over my breasts.
I let out one last gasp as I fell against him, overwhelmed with the feeling that rose from between my legs. I brought my lips to his, feeling as though fireworks had just exploded within my body. He was tender and gentle as he lifted his hand up and brought me in as close as he could. My body felt as though it would collapse, overwhelmed by him.
He brought his lips to mine and kissed me gently, holding me close. The thought of Angelo Cavetti watching us made it even more of a turn on, and I found myself enjoying the thought of getting caught.
I lifted my arms around Marcello’s neck and smiled at him softly. “I think that was needed.”
“I’m glad,” he said, kissing me again. “I needed that, too.”
We were silent as we watched Angelo leave the room. Savio was still adjusting his dress shirt and putting in the pocket square, which was white. He filled out his suit well, but not as well as Marcello. Being taller and wider, Marcello reminded me of Superman, if he were to wear a tux. I chuckled to myself at the thought.
“We should head back out. Your sister is probably looking for you.”
“I don’t want to, but you’re right. It’s just been stressful. I can’t wait to just lay down once this is all over.”
He kissed the top of my forehead, which took me aback. It was the first time he’d done that, and I adored it.
“Come on. Let’s go.”
I nodded as he took my hand in his and led me back out of the room. I could still feel his lips against my forehead, as though that kiss had branded me. It was a small gesture, but one that I knew he wouldn’t do with anyone else.
22
Marcello
The long red dress matched the roses along the aisle. I’d already seen her in her dress, but it didn’t make it any more breathtaking when I saw her walk down the aisle with the bouquet in her hands. Chiara’s long brown hair cascaded around her shoulders, as though it was a veil. Perfectly curled towards the ends, and slightly messed from what we’d done. I could still feel the pressure in my pants from having felt her quiver against me in ecstasy.
It had been the first time that we’d ever had the opportunity to do anything risque in public, and I knew that I would cherish the memory for a long time to come. It was hot as hell, and I couldn’t deny that it left an impact on me. I wanted her again. She was so beautiful, and it was hard to keep my hands off her.
She averted her eyes when she saw that I was watching her come down the aisle. I could picture her in a white dress, walking along that same aisle, and coming up to the altar to meet me. Instead, it was Romeo who was standing there, and Chiara and I would simply be at the sides, supporting our siblings.
I felt stupid for imagining it. I kept letting my imagination get the better of me when it came to Chiara. I was like a schoolgirl daydreaming about their perfect wedding day. I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. Whatever hold she had on me, it was only getting stronger every day.
I had full intentions to take her away from the wedding once the moment arose. I needed more and I would find a way to get her alone again. I wanted her in my arms, pressed against me. The music started, bringing me from my thoughts suddenly. Chiara had made her way to the side of the altar and Lucia was making her way down, walking just as I’d seen her practicing in the house. One step, stop, another step, stop.
She was smiling as she walked down the aisle, pleased to be approaching my brother. I felt anxious for Romeo, who was staring at her as though she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever beheld. I was glad for them, and they were both smiling widely. I could see the love between them and it was heartwarming. I hadn’t thought any woman could ever cause my brother to fall in love with her, but Lucia had proved me wrong. She’d proved us all wrong.
A gunshot rang out, echoing throughout the hall.
Fuck!
