Married to My Enemy

I went to my knees and licked her sensitive mound, inhaling her smell like the addict I was.

“Gio! Oh God.”

I thrust my tongue through her swollen lips, grazing all the right places, and more juices poured out of her. She was calling my name, pleading me, urging me to give her bliss. I spread her labia with my fingers and latched onto her clit, sucking it roughly into my mouth.

“Oh... That... That is amazing.” She was completely breathless. “Right there...”

I pulled on her pulsating clitoris faster, and her shuddering intensified, her juices drenching me completely. It was unbelievable how wet she was now, and my cock was killing me to put it inside of her and never let her go. As soon as she came, I stood up and plunged in, reaching the place where I belonged. She was mine. Only mine.

I took a handful of her hair and pulled her head toward me, meeting her lips halfway. My tongue snaked its way inside her mouth, simulating the movement of my cock in her, and the warmth of her mouth shot through to my cock.

Ecstasy pervaded me, making me unaware of anything but this gorgeous woman who stole my goddamn mind and heart. This sounded cheesy, and I felt like a big pussy for even thinking about her in this way, but it was true. She was integrated deep into my system, and I couldn’t function anymore without her by my side.

I increased my pace one last time, watching my cock enter her forcefully, and grunted when her pussy spasmed around me again in her climax. Her walls contracted, swallowing my cock, and violent pleasure ripped through me, heightening more and more until I burned together with her.

I pulled out and shouted her name when the first spurt of my come landed on her ass. The second, third, and fourth joined it, making a mess out of her ass, but it was fucking sexy that I never wanted to wipe it off her.

“Do you have any idea how good you feel? It’s never enough.”

“I feel the same, Gio. You make me feel all these things I can’t even give a name to. You make me forget about everything and just feel.”

I took her hand from my shoulder and kissed it. “So, what’s it going to be? Will you marry me, Arianna?”

Again, there was another pause. But then she nodded her head.

I looked up to the ceiling and took a deep breath in relief. A smile spread across my face. When I looked back down, she too was smiling.

“Just one thing,” she said.

“Anything, baby.”

“How about we

get this wedding done as soon as possible? I’m tired of all the pressure.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

And with that, I pulled her toward me and kissed her. Her lips eagerly met mine with a passion and intensity I had never felt from her before.

CHAPTER 23

Arianna

I realized that I had quite a bit to learn about married life—mainly learning the importance of trust. As it turns out, the woman I’d seen with Giovanni at the nightclub really had been his cousin. He showed me pictures of the two of them growing up together, and even let me speak with her on the phone.

“I’m sorry, Gio. You just have to understand, I’m new to all of these feelings,” I said, after getting off the phone with Maria Romano.

“It’s all right. I’m willing to help you adjust,” he said, kissing my neck as we lied across my bed. My entire body tingled with how badly I already wanted him again, but it was getting late, and I didn’t want my parents to find him here—to find us together in such a compromised position. Thankfully they had been gone when I had gotten home.

I sighed. “You need to get out of here, Gio. I don’t want my parents to find us like this.”

He laughed. “All the more reason I can’t wait to get this wedding over with.”

“Tell me about it,” I said, laughing as I watched him put his clothes back on. I walked him to the door and kissed him before letting him out. “I’m going to talk to my parent's first thing in the morning to let them know the wedding is back on.”

He stood on the doorstep, his hands in his pocket and his head tilted to the side.

“What?”