Obsessed with His Bride

His smile set my body on fire. Water dripped from the ends of his wet hair as he tilted his head. His shirt was plastered to his muscular chest, damp and see-through. “I do,” he said. “And I’ll take it from you.”

He pressed his lips against mine and I took a sharp breath in through my nose, kissing him back, basking in the taste of him.

Some voice deep in the back of my mine wanted me to pull away, wanted me to fight back and stop what was happening. Some stupid, stupid voice wanted me to walk away and remember what this man did to my father.

I ignored that voice.

He kept me pinned to the door, his body pushing against mine. I breathed hard through my nose and moaned into his kiss. His lips pulled away and he released my wrists with one hand but kept them pinned with the other, pressing my body hard against the wooden door. He moved his free hand down to my hair and pushed it from my neck, kissing me there, and pulling my hair tight. I gasped, moaned his name, whispered it like a prayer.

“That’s right,” he growled in my ear. “Go ahead, say my name. I know you’ve been yearning to say it in the night, whisper it like there’s nothing better in the world.”

“Bastard,” I groaned and bit his lower lip.

He growled and pulled my hair. “Good. I like it when you don’t give in all the way. Go ahead and pretend like you don’t want this.”

I stared fire at him, my knees trembling, my body weak. I was dripping wet and I couldn’t keep denying what my body was telling me.

I jerked forward and kissed him. He pushed me back, crushing me, kissing me hard before releasing my wrists. I gasped as they fell down and wrapped around his neck. He opened the door and pushed me inside.

I stumbled over the threshold. He came at me, the rain dripping out on the street. He slammed the door shut. I heard something in the other room, a movement, and I looked over my shoulder.

Gino stood in the kitchen doorway.

“Go home,” Dante barked. I turned back to him, and he didn’t take his eyes from me. “Go the fuck home, Gino.”

Dante stepped forward and grabbed me by the hips. He lifted me like I was nothing and threw me over his shoulder. I caught a glimpse of Gino grinning as he left the house, closing the door behind him.

I hit Dante on the back. “Put me down,” I hissed. “You asshole.”

“No,” he said and took me to the top of the house. He walked to the last bedroom, the master bedroom at the very back, and opened the door. I hit him on the back again, again, before he threw me down onto the bed.

I hit the sheets with gasp and stared up at him as he stood at the foot of the bed. I tried to scramble back but he caught my ankle, his grip steel-hard. My eyes skimmed the dark room and caught sight of a dresser, two nightstands. His blanket was gray and his sheets were dark blue. The headboard was large and padded and covered with light gray cloth. There was a painting of a bridge across a wide body of water hanging above the bed.

I couldn’t see more as he dragged me down the sheets toward him. I kicked out, not sure what I was doing, but he just caught my other ankle. He smirked and jerked me down to the edge of the bed. I gasped as he pinned my knees down with his right hand and grabbed my hair with his left, lifting me up to meet his lips.

I kissed him, fell into that kiss like heaven, and tasted him for a long moment. He pulled back and kissed my neck. “If I let your knees go, are you going to hit me?” he whispered.

“I don’t think so,” I said.

“Good.” He released me and I considered it, but decided that would probably be a bad idea. It would kill the moment, but more than that, it might piss him off too much. He grabbed my hair tighter and kissed me before grabbing the hem of my tank top. He pulled it up and off, throwing it across the room. I had on an old black bra, frayed and going gray from age. He unhooked it and I let it slide off as he cupped my breasts and kissed my chest. He shoved me back down onto the bed and pinned me there, holding my wrists again, as he sucked my nipples and bit them.

I moaned his name and he kissed me hard. I felt him release one wrist as the other hand moved down my body, lingering on a nipple before it slid down the front of my little cotton shorts, down underneath my panties, and found my dripping wet pussy.