He pulled his hand out of me, and I locked my eyes on the reflection of him behind me. He rubbed the tip of his cock against me, barely inserted it. Grasping my hips, he held me tightly and rammed into me. Our eyes locked on one another when my cry pierced through the room. I avoided looking at myself in the mirror, but I couldn't help but watch him. "You can scream as loud as you want; nobody will hear you." Nico draggedhis hand up my stomach and cupped my breast as he held me tightly to him.
"Do you want me to stop?" He asked quietly. I shook my head, no. I wanted his touch, to know what it felt like when a man entered me. To know what bliss the release of an orgasm was. "I need you to say it, Emilia."
"I don't want you to stop," I panted as the intense pressure of my building pleasure grew in my core.
My heart thundered, threatening to burst right out of my chest. The world spun faster, and I clung to the dresser for dear life as the pain subsided. Nico leaned over my back and didn't speak until I gasped for breath.
"You're mine now, amore. I claimed you, and with one thrust sullied you for anyone else." He wasn't moving; he was just buried in me. We were one, we were wed, and we'd consummated the vows we'd spoken only an hour ago.
I shouldn't be enjoying this. I was in a situation that I didn't want to be in, but all I wanted was more of him. Why wasn't he moving? I ached for him to move too. Was he disappointed? I bet he was. I had no idea what I was doing; he's used to women who know what sounds to make, how to pleasure him back. Not me, I was just the dumb virgin.
Nico pulled out of me, and I expected him to walk away, but he pressed himself back into me. Over and over, with more gentility than he'd used initially. Moving both his hands, he held my tits in his hands. Grasping them tightly, and the friction of him moving against my nipples sent shockwaves to my core, and I had no control over the sigh that left my body. Niccolò's chuckle made goosebumps cover my flesh. He moved his hand from one breast, slipped around my waist, and pulled me against him tightly. His movements were now limited, but he filled the place that had been reserved for him.
"Please, Nico," I panted, not knowing what I was asking for.
"Do you need to come, Emilia?" His raspy voice made me want him even more. Did he know how sexy he was? I'm sure he did; a man like him knows his power and sex appeal. "Talk to me, Emilia."
"I don't know. Yes, maybe. Oh, I don't know." I slapped my hand on the dresser in frustration and panted as he drew small circles on my clit.
"When you feel like you're going to explode, let it happen, don't fight the feeling. Trust me." He said, bending me over again and ramming his cock into me, slowly, methodically, and sensually.
Deep within me, a burning fire grew, and I wanted to stop, stop whatever was happening, but Nico didn't stop; he pulled on my nipple and twirled it gently between his fingers. "Ahh." I cried as I placed my head against the cool stone top of the dresser, but it didn't quench the heat ripping through my body.
"Let it go, amore." He growled. Taking one last breath, I gave in to the feeling, and I shuddered violently as pleasure rocketed through my body, and the rest of the world became silent, and there was only him and me. Whimpers escaped my lips, and a guttural moan followed. Letting my head fall between my arms, I gasped for air. Nico hadn't stopped pumping into me, and I felt like another earth-shattering orgasm was building. "Come with me." He panted, and we cried out in ecstasy together. My pussy spasmed and squeezed his cock as my legs shook, and I didn't think I had the strength to hold myself up.
We stood there, still joined together, Nico hanging on tightly, which was the only reason I didn't collapse on the floor. My chest rose and fell, my breathing matching Nico's as we came down from the high we were on. As suddenly as he'd entered, he pulled out of me, and I was left empty and craving his touch. "Get dressed, we have to return to the party."
Standing, I turned and watched him tuck himself into his pants. I was naked, and he hadn't even removed his pants. "I can't go back out there. Everyone will know what we did." I whispered, fearing someone would hear me as the heat rose in my cheeks.
"It's the transfer of power, the way things are done. When we go back, everyone will know that I'm in control of the Carminatti organization now. That's all they will entertain in their minds." He reached for my hand and pulled me back to where my dress lay in a rumpled heap. "But I will know that you're mine, and the proof of that will run down your legs until the party is over." His smirk should have made me feel cheap, but for some reason, it made me feel claimed and safe.
Kneeling, he picked up the heavy dress. "How on earth were you wearing this all day?" He said, letting it drop back to where it had just been.
"I ate my Wheaties," I said smugly. His laughter filled the room as he walked to the closet, which was filled with clothing. He came back out with a black floor-length dress that I'd never seen before.
"Put this on, since you no longer have the right to wear a white wedding gown." He arched his brow and smirked as he unzipped the dress and pulled it off the hanger. Stepping into it, I was surprised it fit like a glove. Niccolò zipped me into it and offered me his arm.
We left the room as husband and wife. "It's strange, Nico, Everyone was offended at the idea of hanging a sheet for all to see, but those same people won't be offended at letting everyone know you're running down my thighs right now. Seems a little hypocritical if you ask me." I walked ahead of him and could feel him walk up behind me.
His hand wrapped around my arm and pulled me to a stop. With little effort, he pressed me up against the wall. "This hadnothing to do with our guests knowing what happened in our room, and everything to do with the fact that you've been living in my home for five days and it's taken all the restraint I possess not to do that before now." His words flit along my ear as he whispered, his body pressed against mine again, and his hand possessively on my abdomen.
"But you said." I couldn't formulate words. Nico had wanted me. It wasn't love, I wasn't naive enough to think that, but he wanted me.
"I know what I said, and it wasn't a lie, but this was pure lust taking control of me, amore." He put his finger under my chin and lifted my head, and I thought he was going to kiss me again. "We have to get back to our party." He pulled away from me, and I glanced down the stairs where Lorenzo stood looking up at us. Nodding quickly, Nico offered his arm, and I took it.
CHAPTER 13
NICO
All eyes turnedas we walked back into the ballroom. The music had stopped, conversations dying mid-sentence. Heads bowed as we walked through the crowd, and not a word was spoken. The silence was heavy, oppressive, filled with knowing glances and barely concealed smirks. Vincent Carminatti looked like he was going to snap the crystal wine glass in his hand, and his wife, Francesca, held on to him for dear life. Her knuckles were white where she gripped his arm, as if she could physically restrain whatever violence was brewing inside him. Pulling out the chair for my still blushing bride, she sat, a little more gingerly than earlier.
"Are you all right?" I leaned closer to her as I took my seat close enough that I could smell the faint scent of her perfume mixed with something else. Me.
"Yes, I'm fine." Her words were short, to the point, and left no room for further questions. She looked straight ahead and smiled politely, the perfect mask back in place. Gently, I placed my hand on her bare shoulder, and she didn't pull away, so I took that as a good sign. But the change in her demeanor was visible. The woman who'd threatened Caterina, who'd kissed mewith passion, who'd come apart in my arms, was gone. In her place sat a statue, beautiful and cold. Was it me or her family?
"Nico, I'm sorry to interrupt, but there's something you need to see." My head of security wouldn't make himself known if it wasn't important. He stood at the doorway, his face grim, his posture tense in a way that set my instincts on high alert.
"I'll be back, Emilia." I kissed her on the cheek and watched her wince. The movement was subtle, a slight pulling away, a tightening around her eyes. She didn't pull away, but I figured it was because she knew how to play her role perfectly. Standing, I walked into the house, followed by Antonio.
