Chapter 6: Wedding Night

Alessandra

The wedding ceremony ended quickly, as soon as Dedushka left, Enzo let his family know he was ready to leave. We are spending our first night together at his parent's house, as per tradition, stupid tradition if I might add, they expect to find our wedding sheet spread on our door, decorated with my virginal blood staining it.

I'm not sleeping with Enzo, that's one thing I've convinced myself of all the while when I was being dolled up a second time just so I look pretty for him when he fucks me. But, that seems like ages ago, now Enzo stands at a safe distance, speaking to someone about a shipment. I listen attentively but I hear nothing over the sound of my heart pounding.

The smell of roses is suffocating me, I never did like flowers, they remind me of funerals and phoney congratulations. I watch as Enzo begins to loosen his tie, his jacket is next, he tosses it away and instantly I feel myself shaking. I've been waiting a long time to find something that can trigger fear inside me outside of my home but there was nothing, until now. Enzo Valenti scares me, and—

His shirt is on the ground!

I can see his tattoos, his physique is.....wait, Why is he undressing? What is he planning on doing to me? I swear to If this man tries to force himself on me I will cut him open with his belt buckle, consequences be damned. Rest assured I will enjoy every second of it, I will feed on the anguish on his face as I send him back to hell where we both belong.

“Alessandra” he coos, his eyebrows furrowed. “Is something wrong?”

I nod, my eyes darting around the room in search of an excuse and my eyes land on the thermostat. ”It's just a little hot in here.”

Hot? Are you serious Dolcezza? The room is practically freezing and of course, Enzo is not fooled. “Is that all?” he asks, stalking me until he's on the side side of the bed as me.

I instinctively scoot away, I may not be sure if I fear Enzo but the thought of being touched by him I'm certain that bit terrifies me. Intimacy isn't on the table, especially not with this man.

“Alessandra,” he calls out, but I don't say anything. I'm still thinking of a good enough excuse and Enzo is too quick in his movements.

“Alessandra?” his head tilts, watching me in a way that scares the crap out of me. I've not dated around or inside, hell I can't even describe the art of dating because I know nothing of it. This is new territory for me, but it seems Enzo has been here before, it's his den and I'm about to get eaten alive.

He stalks me, leaning over and now we're so close that if I breathe too hard, he's going to feel it. I don't want to let him in on how much his being this close rattles me but when his knuckles brush over my cheek I lose it. “I'm not going to have sex with you.” I blurt out.

.“Oh, so you're not mute after all?” he smirks, unmoving from the very uncomfortable situation he has created. “I'm starting to think I was lied to, Alessandra.”

Shit. Did I break character? Father is going to be beyond pissed if I upset Enzo any further than Sasha did. “I'm sorry.” I bite out, the words are less than sincere.

Enzo backs away, settling way too close. “What for?”

“I know that I am not at all like the bride you wanted, I may do things that upset you but I'll learn,” I tell him, this time my tone has an apologetic element to it.

“You're exactly the bride I wanted.” his eyebrows knit together and it takes everything in me to not hyperventilate from the overstimulation. “Italian, pretty, calm, everyone loves you, Alessandra.”

I don't think until the words are out of my mouth, another terrible trait of mine. “No, nobody can, they just don't know how to.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” I shake my head.

“I've never heard you talk this much.”

I shrug, “I talk, but we haven't exactly been acquainted that long and It's not like we are close friends.”

“Wrong.” Enzo counters, a smile stretching across his lips. ”I've known you for a pretty long time. You're my wife, that makes me closer to you than I've ever been to Romano's daughter.”

“I am his daughter too.” My head tilts, ignoring the stab at Sofia. My desperation to be acknowledged must stink because he laughs at me.

“You're my wife, that outlaws any and every other other relationship you hold. You should have run when you had the chance to because now, you belong to Enzo Valenti.” he grins, his hand reaching for my face again. I recoil but he doesn't stop, his touch is gentle, too gentle as if he thinks I'm going to break if he caresses too hard. “Do I scare you, Alessandra?” he pauses, his eyes searching mine but I've long mentally disassociated from this situation. “You have no reason to fear me unless you cross me, and you won't cross, will you? You'll be a good little obedient girl, won't you princess?”

Obedient? Does that mean he—

“Ouch,” Enzo feigns a wince, his hand retracting. “You wound me, wife. Do I look like the type to force a woman for sex?”

I gulp, giving no response as I watch him. I can't say for certain but he looks like he can get any woman he wants but that has never stopped anyone before.

Again, he smiles. “I'm not going to touch you, Alessandra, but when I do? It will because you begged for it.”

I nearly gag at his confidence. Maybe being Capo's heir has made his head too big or it's the people who kiss his ass. Either way, he's wrong. He doesn't know me, I won't beg him for anything, not even if he starves me half to death I won't beg, I've done my fair of begging in this life.

“Get off the bed.” he lazily says, and I practically leap off it, he could ask me anything and I'll do it. His tone commands attention but not to me. I could easily challenge him but I need to give him the illusion I'm as full as every other mafia princess.

As soon as I'm off the bed, he retrieves a small blade that appears to have been strapped to his leg and he cuts his palm.

Blood gushes from the cut and he sprinkles it on the sheets with precision, even the drop he squeezes out has a precalculated landing. Will anyone buy this? I don't care.

I am too entranced by the red that covers the sheets, it's looks so artistic, I think I like the sight of Enzo Valenti bleeding for me.

“Sit.” he glances at me over his shoulder, smearing blood on the pillow.

The moment I'm sat, he cups my face and kisses me. I try to fight it but there's no fighting the longing I've developed since he first kissed me. This is my third kiss, all three being him but this one is my favourite, it's raw, consuming and unrestrained. When I pull away to catch my breath, his lips travel to my neck, leaving a soft trail of kisses and nibbles? I'm unsure what to call them but it makes my insides feel like jelly, and my panties damp.

My blood is rushing straight to my clit, I release an unfamiliar sound and Enzo stops.

I feel like I just stopped mid-job, like I shot at someone but they don't die with just the one bullet to the head, frustrating.