Married to My Enemy

The rest of the week was the busiest, but one of the happiest of my life. We got my dress altered, Angela and Jessica planned a last-minute bridal shower and bachelorette party for me, we booked the church Giovanni’s parents had been married in. Before I knew it, the day of my wedding had arrived.

I woke to an empty house, for my mother had gone to pick up the wedding cake, and my father was likely at the church, making sure everything was in order.

I stretched and lied in bed for a moment, reflecting on the head-spinning romance Giovanni and I had embarked on. It hardly seemed plausible for us to have had so much turbulence only to fall so deeply in love so quickly. But that was precisely what had happened, and I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.

Smiling to myself, feeling the nervous jitters I imagined all brides felt on the day of their wedding, I climbed out of bed and prepared to get into the shower so that I could hurry off to my appointments to get my hair and makeup done.

When I turned on the shower, and the doorbell rang.

I glanced at the time, knowing it was too early for my bridesmaids to be here already. Curiously, I threw on a robe headed downstairs and opened the door.

“What are you doing here? Don’t you know it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding?!”

Gio laughed and gathered me into his arms, lifting me clean off my feet and swinging me around in a circle. “But I wanted to see my fiancée for one last time, you now, before you officially become my, wife.”

He set me down and closed the door.

“You are really going to have to learn to be more patient,” I said, although I couldn’t deny how happy I was to see him. With all the wedding planning, we’d hardly seen each other since deciding to renew our engagement. “I don’t have much time. I’ve got a hair appointment to get too soon. I was just about to take a shower.”

Gio grinned. “Oh yeah? And I take it that your parents aren’t home?”

“No…”

He pulled his shirt over his head. “Well, let me join you.”

“Gio—you can’t be serious,” I said. “It’s the day of our wedding!”

“You already know I have little patience. I’m already ready to get to the honeymoon part.”

“Gio, no!” I turned around and ran upstairs to my room, my laughter filling the house. He chased me, easily catching me and wrapping his arms around me.

The temperature in the room skyrocketed. It was impossible to resist him, something powerful pulling me in. His fingers traced my arms slowly, creating goosebumps everywhere he touched, while his eyes swallowed me whole. The intensity of his lust matched my own, and I didn’t care about anything but getting this man inside of me.

“Gio, make love to me,” I whispered, already breathless.

“Yes, babe.”

He brought my leg around his waist and raised my robe, sliding his palm over my thigh slowly until he reached my thong. A moan slipped through my lips when his fingers pushed beneath the thin material, reaching my core.

“Already wet and ready for me,” he muttered and sucked my lower lip into his mouth, brushing my clit with his fingers.

“Gio...”

He pleasured me slowly, building the pressure in me gradually, and it only made me more impatient to get him deep inside of me. The walls of my pussy clenched around the emptiness, begging to be filled with his hard thickness. His tongue slid over mine when he lowered his middle finger and rewarded me with a deep thrust.

“More...,” I begged shamelessly. I was so wet that my thong was ruined, but I couldn’t care less about it.

“More, huh? You’re so naughty, and you’re only my naughty girl, Arianna. You got this?”

“Only yours.”

“Good. Now I’m going to reward my girl.” He removed his hand from my pussy, earning a glare from me. “Come.”

He led me across the room to the huge mirror and knelt in front of me. “I want you to see everything that I do to you.” He raised my robe and told me to keep it there. He growled when he saw my white lace thong that was now drenched with my desire. He licked his lips before he brought his fingers back to my mound, this time pulling my panties aside.

“Gio... Oh...”

The feather touch of his fingertips was almost non-existent, but it created a potent fire in me that permeated me swiftly. I was putty in his hands, overcome with want and need for this complex, yet handsome man.