Ihaveto kiss her, but when I start to lean forward, she presses her hand to my chest and raises both red eyebrows in challenge. “I’ve been dying of this thirst only you can quench for too long,” I plead, nuzzling her throat. “Do I have to crawl,mia moglie?I will if only you'll let me kiss you.”
I’m not sure if it’s the nuzzling or my pleading words that causes her resistance to melt, but I cover her mouth with mine when she tilts her head back. Too many hours have passed since I last tasted her, all of her, when she’s the most addictive thing on earth. Our lips slide together and our tongues wrestle. When we take a breath, I see the same hunger in her eyes that burns me up inside.
Stepping between her legs, I push the skirt of her evening gown up to her lap. Her panties are already stuck to her center, and her breath is coming in quick pants. I catch the faint, musky scent of her arousal and nearly lose my fucking mind. I’m so goddamn hard. “I need you, Francesca. I've never needed anything more.” She rakes her fingers through my hair, trying to bring our bodies closer. She wants this as much as I do.
Looping a finger through the string of pearls at her throat, I tighten it as my mouth closes over her pulse point. A sweet moan passes between her lips when I lick my way up her throat and to the shell of her ear. “I love this pearl necklace on you. May I give you a different one later?” She stares back at me blankly. “So innocent,” I chuckle.
A slow, coquettish grin spreads across her beautiful face when she understands. “It’s your job to corrupt me, husband.”
“Fuck.”Like a man possessed, I tear at my zipper before sliding her panties to one side. I drag my thumb through her slit to test her. She’s fucking dripping when I plunge two fingers into her pretty pussy. She rears back and rocks her hips desperately, riding my fingers as I massage her clit.
“Carlo…”
“That’s right. Come for me.” I want her to come first because I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold out very long once my cock is inside her. My balls are already threatening to erupt as it is.
“Everyone is out there,” she whimpers.
“When I’m between my wife’s thighs, no one and nothing else matters. Come for me, wife,” I order, curling my fingers and pressing down on her clit.
She shudders and gasps as more of her sweet arousal coats my fingers. I roughly suck on her pulse point as she tenses and then collapses, the intoxicating oblivion of her surrender. I love staring at her when she’s mine this way. I love staring at her regardless. I can’t wait another second.
Pulling my fingers free, I lick them clean of every sweet drop of nectar before lining my cock up with her pussy and slamming into her. The table rattles and Francesca groans as my hands grip her creamythighs. “Only mine,” I growl, completely deranged by the need to claim her.
She babbles her agreement, her nails sinking into my hips, marking me as hers, too. And I am. Fuck, if the Bratva attacked this wedding reception, I’d be a dead man. All my brains are flooding out ahead of my cum. Her tight pussy and that primal, possessive beast inside me tips me toward climax much sooner than I wish. I come hard, my thrusts growing jerky as my cock swells and spills.
I’m still panting her name and stroking her silky red curls when Frankie shifts beneath me. I meet her mortified gaze and know her worries. We’re not alone. So many people are on the other side of that unlocked door behind me. “I’ll kill any fucker who dares to interrupt us right now.”
She makes a choked little noise in reply. Fucking beautiful and all mine. My fingers trail down from her hair to those pert rosy lips.
“Are you alright?” I ask, nodding down at where we were joined. Her pussy is swollen and red from the pounding I gave her. My cock twitches back to life at the sight, the horny bastard, but I pay more attention to her scarlet cheeks.
“My dress...”
Shaking my head with suppressed amusement, I strip off my jacket and carefully wipe away the worst of it from between her legs before I help her down off the table. “You can’t see anything,” I promise.
“But your jacket…”
I wad it up, throwing it into a nearby trashcan. “They’ll eventually realize they can eat the goddamn cake without us.”
“We can’t do that! Our families are here and… oh, God, my mother.”
“I believe your mother is already aware I can’t resist you. We’ll go have some cake if you wish… though it won’t be as sweet as you.”
Her cheeks are still pink, but she smiles at my words,thatsmile of hers that casts light into the darkest corner of my twisted soul. I take her hand and lead her back toward the party but not until I’ve claimed another kiss. Several pairs of eyes turn our way as we reenter the ballroom and walk past the corner where the sheet is still on display. I’m proud of Francesca for holding her head high.
Then I hear Roberto, who hasn’t noticed our return yet. “I’ll bet the traitor's daughter is a real spitfire in bed. Who can blame him for wanting more tight and tart ginger pussy-”
Swift as a snake, I strike, hopefully before his disgusting words have truly registered for her. The blade of my silver knife flashes under the soft light of the crystal chandeliers. Francesca screams the same time as Roberto does when I cut his right ear off.
The blood only feeds my hunger for more, but Francesca recoils from the sight of the ugly wound. I wrap an arm around her waist when I level Roberto with an icy glare. “Was there anything else you wished to say about my wife?”
He’s fallen to his knees, cupping the side of his head and moaning like a cowardly pussy. I give each man in his little assembled group the same murderous glare, one by one.
“Does anyone else have something to add?”
No one says a word. I’m so fucking furious I want to serve their blood with the cake instead of champagne. More men approach us, Alessio and my brothers. Luca and Renato will always have my back. In this instance, I know Alessio will, too. I gently push Francesca toward her cousin as I step forward.
“I believe there’s a matter we need to clear up…” My voice booms around the enormous ballroom. Yanking the sheet off the table it was draped over; I climb onto the table and slowly wipe my bloody knife clean. The entire room has fallen silent as all eyes are on me. “As you’ve seen with your own eyes tonight, my wife is an honorable woman who came into our union untouched when I had the privilege of claiming her as my bride.”
