Less than thirty minutes later, he and Adele were married in front of the mafia with which he was associated, and witnessed as he finally kissed his bride. There was a chorus of applause, and then he placed his hand at the base of Adele’s back and they faced their audience.

  Hank clapped his hands, but Enzo sensed the conflict within him. He wasn’t a happy man.

  Bishop was the first to offer them congratulations. He shook Bishop’s hand, and then it was time to make their way out toward the main grounds of the church.

  Adele hadn’t wanted any pictures of their wedding, but this had been the one element he insisted on. With the cameras on, clicking away, he wrapped his arm around his wife and smiled for the pictures. He’d never been one to pose like this before, but something told him he would want the memories of this moment.

  She didn’t fight him.

  His wife.

  “I can’t believe you wanted this,” Adele said.

  “It’s a right of passage.”

  She began to chuckle and he couldn’t help but admire the way her tits rose and fell with each of her indrawn breaths, or the way they shook as she giggled.

  “This is not a right of passage. You do realize to get me down the aisle, you blackmailed me.”

  This did make him smile. “And to think I have the next fifty years to keep blackmailing you to get whatever the hell I want.”

  Chapter Seven

  Adele tried not to let her nerves build up. The after-party had gone by so fast, but she’d been able to avoid her father, who had insisted on coming to her wedding and to the party. At least she hadn’t found herself alone with him, which was a relief. She kept standing straight, looking ahead, but today had worn on her last nerve, especially as they were now at the end of the night.

  They were spending their wedding night at a hotel. She gripped the edge of the bathroom sink. She’d already taken a shower and knew Enzo waited for her in the bedroom. Licking her dry lips, she glanced at her reflection and tried to see if there was anything falling apart. Her hair was wet. She had removed the flowers that were in fact small butterfly clips placed in her hair. They were not too heavy, and she’d loved the look. She’d opted for no makeup, and now as she looked at herself, she had to wonder if makeup would have been better.

  She’d been dreading this day. Should she have fought harder to be free? Bishop had offered to help her escape, but the thought of him, Arnold, and everyone at the bar paying the price was just too much. She could handle Enzo.

  Walking down the aisle, each step had made her think about her mother. Was there anything her mother would have insisted she do, or not do?

  Adele pulled away from the mirror and took a step toward the bathroom door. The hotel room was a large one, complete with the en suite. She took another deep breath.

  Tonight, she was going to have sex for the first time, with her husband. She’d not been saving her virginity for anyone. Life had thrown so many obstacles in her path that finding romance hadn’t been key to her.

  Gripping the door handle, she felt her heart start to race, and then she forced herself to step through the bathroom door, into the bedroom. Enzo sat on the edge of the bed. He finished typing something into his phone and as he did, he stood and turned toward her. For several seconds, neither of them spoke.

  “I’ll be back in a minute.”

  He walked past her and she wanted to ask him what he was playing at. Didn’t he want to get this over with? Instead, she gritted her teeth and stared at the bed. There was a single negligee laid out. She removed the towel and quickly pulled on the garment, but she soon realized it was pointless as it revealed a lot more than the towel did.

  Shaking her head, she finished drying her hair. She found a brush and ran it through the damp strands. She heard the shower turn on and as she moved past the door, she was tempted to sneak a peek inside.

  No. No. You don’t want to see him naked.

  Forget about him.

  Wrinkling her nose, she moved to the bed, pulled back the sheet, and climbed inside. She pulled the blanket up to her chin, and then waited, watching the door. As she waited and listened, she heard the shower turn off. Crap. There was no place for her to run.

  You don’t need to run.

  The moment Enzo stepped back into the bedroom, her mouth went dry. She had seen naked men on television, but nothing had prepared her for seeing Enzo. He was pure muscle. She didn’t even realize how hard. She had caught glimpses of him late at night, but that had been in the dark. There was nothing hiding him now.

  Every inch of his chest and arms were covered in ink. There was not enough time to explore all the different designs, but it led down toward his groin, which was hidden behind a towel.

  “Come here,” he said.

  It was on the tip of her tongue to argue, but this was her wedding night, and at no point did she want to argue. Pushing the blanket out of the way, she avoided eye contact and stepped toward him. There was only a small gap between them, and seeing as her eyes were level with his chest, she had no choice but to look at him. He placed a finger beneath her chin and slowly tilted her head back, and she looked up at him.

  “I will fuck you tonight, Adele,” he said. “I will make sure no one can question my claim on you, but I need to know right now, are you a virgin or not?”

  “Why do you need to know?”

  “Because I need to know if I can bend you over this bed and fuck you hard and fast, or if I need to get you prepared. It’s going to be a painful experience for you. I’m trying to avoid that.”

  She frowned. Did she want to know why? They were not lovers or friends. Her father had called in a debt. That was what she was, a debt. Adele didn’t know what hurt most—rather than claim her as his daughter, Hank used a favor to deal with her.

  “Adele!”

  She glared at him. “I’m a virgin. I’ve never been with a man. Happy now?”

  “Fucking yes.”

  Before she knew what was happening, he’d slammed his lips down on hers. What the hell was this? The kiss was hotter than any she’d ever experienced. Counting the church, this was the fourth time Enzo had kissed her. This was different, though.

  She clenched her hands into fists, hoping her body denied him. The last thing she wanted was to give into him.

  Why fight?

  Why make it hard?

  Enjoy it.

  This is your life.

  But it was a life she didn’t want.

  Enzo grabbed her hands and wrapped them around his neck. She had no idea what she was doing. She didn’t even know if she wanted to touch him. Her world felt all over the place, and she didn’t know what to do to gain control of it. She hated feeling so open and exposed. Raw even.

  He ran his hands down her body, curving toward her ass, and drew her close. The towel he wore didn’t stop her from feeling the hard ridge of his cock as it pressed against her stomach.

  “I’m going to blow your mind,” he said. “All you’ve got to do is trust me. Don’t fight me.”

  His words were whispered against her ear and she was about to make a snarky comment when he suddenly kissed that spot on her neck, right against her pulse. She was so sensitive and as his teeth grazed over the spot, she couldn’t help but moan. An instant flush of heat went straight toward her pussy.

  Enzo slowly began to kiss her neck, trailing his lips down toward the front, against her collarbone, and then down toward her chest. He let go of her ass to grab the edge of the pointless negligee, and then he pulled it up and over her head, leaving her exposed.

  Adele didn’t like the feeling and reached for his towel. She didn’t know why she wanted him naked because she was a little afraid. Sex was a big deal, wasn’t it? She’d not purposefully saved herself for a guy, or for true love. The timing hadn’t been right for her, nor had the guys she’d been around, and for the last few years, she’d been focused on her mother, losing her mother, and then just surviving through it.

  The towel dropped to the floor, and for what seemed like a lifetime but was only probably a few seconds, they stood opposite each other and stared. She refused to look down at his dick.

  Enzo kept his gaze on her, and then it was like whatever spell had woven over them came crashing down. He reached out, grabbed the back of her neck, and pulled her flush against him, tilting her head back as she did this, and taking possession of her lips. She released a moan which he swallowed down, and then his other hand roamed her body.

  He started at her shoulder and began to move down, going toward one of her breasts. She whimpered as he stroked his thumb right across the nipple. The action was so sudden, so tender, and she felt it straight between her thighs.

  Enzo began to move her back until the bed stopped her, and then he pushed her back, and now there was no fighting, no getting away.

  ****

  It would be so easy to allow her to assume the worst about him. For him to climb on top, fuck her, take her virginity, and not care for her enjoyment of their first union. Enzo didn’t want that.

  He refused to squash that fire he saw in her eyes and knew she was capable of. He didn’t want to be married to a doormat or someone who was so submissive, she wouldn’t tell him to fuck off. He didn’t even care if he liked her reactions or not, the truth was, they were what he wanted. The last thing he wanted was for her to give up and to give in.

  He sensed her nerves even as she tried to fight them. Sex would be amazing between them, but first he needed to get her ready for what they both needed.

  With her on the bed, naked, he couldn’t help but admire her body. Big, juicy tits, a small waist, flared hips, and thick thighs. He fucking loved her curves. They were so tempting. Gripping her waist, he couldn’t help but run his hands down her body, learning the shape of her, memorizing it. He loved how big her nipples were as well. Right now, they were incredibly tight.

  Her thighs were pressed together and he couldn’t help but smile. Pressing his hands either side of her head, he took possession of her lips and then began to trail his lips down past her neck, toward those tits. His cock was so hard and as he stroked his tongue across one plump nipple, he heard her sharp intake of breath. He had already figured from his first touch that she was sensitive, and now it was confirmed.

  Sliding his tongue between the valley of her tits, toward the second, he circled the tight bud, flicking his tongue back and forth before he went back to the first, but this time he took the whole nipple into his mouth. As he sucked, he felt her arch up toward him. He held the tight bud between his teeth and used his tongue to flick across the tip that was inside his mouth. Enzo waited until she couldn’t take any more, and then he moved toward her second nipple doing the same.

  He moved a hand from the side of her head and began to stroke it down, going toward her waist, and then curving down her body, brushing across her thigh and stroking up. He heard her sudden indrawn breath, and he cupped her pussy, feeling how wet she was. He pressed a finger between her slit, and he was about to stroke her entrance, to test how tight she was, but remembered she was a virgin, so drew his finger back toward her clit.

  While he sucked at her nipples, he continued to stroke her clit, building that fire inside her, making her burn hotter, and then he couldn’t wait any longer.

  Enzo never sucked a woman’s pussy. He never had any interest, because the truth was, he didn’t know who’d been there before him, but he just knew Adele didn’t lie to him. She was all his. His precious little virgin. There was no going back after tonight. Their marriage would be consummated, and he had no intention of wearing a condom.

  Enzo kissed down her body, trying not to rush, but then he moved her legs open so that he had space between them.

  She didn’t fight him, and he loved the scent of her cunt. Adele was so wet for him, and he parted the folds of her sex and saw her swollen clit. Soon, he’d fill that cunt with his cum, and he’d have her so fucking ripe and pregnant, there would be no denying his claim.

  Enzo didn’t even know where these feelings had come from. He felt so fucking possessive. These were all new feelings for him, because never in all his years had he cared about women. They were just there. Women threw themselves at him, but from the moment he’d first met Adele, it had been a fucking fight, and he relished it.

  Pressing his tongue to her clit, he stroked back and forth, working her pussy, getting her ready to take his cock. She whimpered and he pressed a hand to her stomach, holding her down as he worked her clit.

  His name spilled from her lips. Like with her nipple, he took her nub between his teeth, sucking hard on it, and then using his tongue to flick back and forth. He felt the sudden change in her as the orgasm rushed through her body. It was like she couldn’t quite stand his touch, but also didn’t want him to stop.

  Enzo slowed down the teasing of her clit and tested the wetness of her pussy. She was soaking wet, and his cock was painfully hard, so he knew it would have to do. There would be time to explore her more, but until then, he needed to seal the deal.

  He pressed her down on the bed, holding her in place, and moved up between her thighs. Her cheeks were flushed. He grabbed the tip of his cock, and Adele placed a hand on his chest. It was the first time she had done something to stop him. Staring into her brown eyes, he saw the alarm in her gaze.

  “Is it going to hurt?”

  “Yes.”

  He couldn’t bring himself to lie to her and she nodded her head in a sudden, jerky movement.

  “Right.”

  Enzo took possession of her lips. “The first time will hurt, but afterward, it won’t. I will show you everything your body is capable of. I won’t hold back. You’ll want for nothing and I’ll show you how to get absolutely everything you want.”

  She lowered her hand and nodded her head.

  He lined his cock to her slit, but rather than tearing through her virginity, he slid the length through, bumping against her nub. Each stroke made her moan and wriggle against his dick. All he wanted to do was fuck her, to ram his cock balls-deep inside her, but he took his time.

  She was nervous and as he worked her clit with his cock, he teased her, drawing more arousal from her. Then, he gripped his cock, lined the tip with her cunt, and he was going to take his time, work his length in inch by inch. Why draw it out? Why make this more painful than it had to be? In his life, the best way of dealing with something, was to tear off the Band-Aid, and with that in mind, he slammed to the hilt, tearing through the thin wall of her virginity, claiming her.

  She screamed his name and pressed at his chest. He grabbed her hands, holding them down on the bed, stopping her from fighting him. Enzo swallowed her screams, hating that he’d caused them.

  This was a whole new experience to him. He’d filled his life with screams, with the death of others. He wasn’t a kind man, but cruel, hard, and did what had to be done for the sake of the mafia. No job was too big or too gory. He’d tortured, maimed, and caused a great deal of suffering. Enzo, himself, had been tortured a few times, but nothing had prepared him for the feelings that swept over him at the sound of Adele’s painful screams. They were hell.

  He didn’t want to ever hear those sounds again. They would remain forever burned into his memories, and he knew that no matter what, he couldn’t allow Adele to ever feel pain again. She had to be protected.

  Pulling away from the kiss, he forced himself to look at her, to make sure she was okay. Tears fell from her eyes, a steady stream leaking out.

  “I didn’t want to hurt you,” he said.

  “You did.”

  And he hated himself for it.

  “It won’t happen again.”

  “Now you know I wasn’t lying,” Adele said.

  “I never thought you were.” He kept their fingers locked together and he refused to move, knowing the pain would lessen. When it did, he would finish this, and then he’d take care of her the way a husband was supposed to.

  “Don’t you want to get it over with?” she asked.

  “I can wait.”

  “Why?”

  “The pain will subside. It won’t last, and I’ll wait until you’re ready for more.” He wasn’t going to hurt her.

  The truth was, it was taking every single ounce of concentration to keep his dick hard. Those sounds were true torture, and he never, ever wanted to hear them again.

  After several seconds passed, Adele suddenly wriggled her hips. He had no choice but to grit his teeth, because that felt amazing.

  “I think I’m ready,” Adele said, with a slight pant to her voice.

  Chapter Eight

  There was nothing different about her the following morning. Adele stared in the bathroom mirror, wondering if there was anything to look at, to see. She couldn’t see anything. There was no sign, no indication that she had lost her virginity.

  The moment Enzo had taken her, the pain had been indescribable. She had wanted it to end, and all he’d done was kiss her. She had wanted to scream at him that kisses wouldn’t take the pain away, but slowly it had ebbed, as if it hadn’t existed. Then, he’d begun to move, after she made the initial thrust.

  Adele reached out to touch her lips and then moved down toward her neck, where he’d kissed. She couldn’t tell there was any difference. Yet, she felt different.

  There was soreness between her thighs, but it wasn’t painful. No, it was a good ache. She shook her head, completely confused about how any of this could be good or even bad.

  She was married now. Glancing down at the ring on her finger, she realized the diamond was shockingly large and very beautiful. She couldn’t help but wonder what her mother would have felt about all of this.

  “If you don’t like it, I can change it,” Enzo said.

  Adele looked up to see the man himself standing in the doorway. “There’s no reason to change it. I was…”

  “You were what?” he asked.

  “Nothing.”

  He moved toward her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to her neck, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and in a way, she imagined it was. They were married now. Husband and wife.

 

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