Hockey Brother's Obsession

•Janelle••

The hotel belongs to my stepfather, Cicero's father, Benjamin Russo. And he let my fiancé, Pius, and me use most of the rooms for our wedding guests–one of his wedding presents to us.

When Cicero was sure we were completely alone, he caged me against a wall, his gaze so fuckin interested.

As always, he made me feel seen under his lens, his attention heady and super addicting.

I twist a finger to balance my wedding dress properly before looking up to meet his gaze.

"Cicero," I whispered. "It's my wedding day, Pius is waiting. I have to go..."

He closed his eyes as if he were in pain. "Can't get over the way you say my name, sweet Nell."

I absorbed the tenor of his voice, fear washing over me as I wondered if he would ever let me go. I never thought he would come to the wedding, not after I threatened to tell his father what he was making me do.

His gaze caressed my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

I knew this was all shades of wrong. It's my fuckin wedding day! I should be out there with my husband-to-be. But here I was, trapped by my beast of a stepbrother.

He ran his tongue over his lips and laughed hysterically. "You didn't invite me to your wedding, sweet Nell. Scared you might have a change of heart if you see me?"

I darted my eyes towards the hallway entrance, praying fervently that no one would walk in on us like this. Cicero wouldn't care, of course. But I do care.

It would be embarrassing and a huge insult to Pius and his family.

"I didn’t know you’d come," I murmured. "NHL players are super occupied with the season playoffs. So, I thought-"

"You thought you could marry your b*stard behind me." He did that 'Ha-ha' kind of laughter that he knows pisses me the hell off.

One of his hands suddenly cradled my face, thumb brushing against my cheek. I had the urge to nuzzle into his hand, but I held myself back.

He can't keep playing with my body like a fiddle and expect me to follow his movements at all times.

"You are mine, Sweet Nell. We both know it. So, this thing you're doing, wearing a veil and a white dress... It's just a pure waste of your goddamn time, Sweetheart."

"Cicero-"

He cut me off with a forceful kiss, boldly parting my lips with his tongue.

His tongue slid over mine, giving rise to an ache deep in my core growing with every movement of his lips.

I pushed against him, but he pinned me against the wall, forcing his kiss on me, prodding and forcing until I could feel everything: his hardness, his heartbeat, his needy hands... everything.

His hands gripped my hips, and his body ground into mine. One of his hands moved from my hip to the base of my neck.

Suddenly, he stopped kissing me and watched me intently for a while before his lips ghosted over the sensitive spot he discovered around my neck.

My body went lax, melting against him. His smell enveloped me, a combination of musk, citrus, and wet woody notes.

"I fuckin own this body." He growled.

His length grew in size, nestling against my stomach. Then his lips returned to mine. This time, he was desperate, a combination of lips, tongue, and teeth.

"All mine." He groaned painfully. "F*ck," he breathed, pressing harder against me.

I pushed him hard this time, and he tilted aside, but I knew that was only because he wanted to. No one can make Cicero do what he doesn't want to do.

He gripped my shoulder firmly, looking down at me. "Be mine."

He said just those two words, and God knows it sounded like a command that needed to be obeyed.

"I'm getting married. Pius is a good man-"

"No?" He asked, cutting me off.

"What?"

"You're saying no to me again, sweet Nell."

"You're my brother. Papa Ben will be furious if he-"

"I'm no brother of yours!" He snapped. "And my father has no say on how I live my damn life." He bit out. "Be mine!"

I pushed my body away from the wall and tried to move away, but he blocked me off with an arm placed on the wall.

"Let me go, Cicero," I warned him, my voice carrying a sharp bite.

Instead, he leaned his frame closer, "You want to go, huh?"

I didn't bother giving him an answer. He pulled my wedding dress up gradually until he got to the tip, and then he shoved his fingers in, tracing them up my thigh.

"Cicero!" I screamed his name. "Stop that-"

My words got trapped in my throat when he plunged two of his fingers inside me.

Christ is lord!

"Ride my finger, sweet Nell," he commanded.

Freeing his other arm, he placed it on the small of my back, holding me in place.

"If you want me to let you go, ride my fingers and make yourself come for me." He growled into my ear, his voice rough and demanding.

I wriggled my body, trying to slip away from him, but he laughed and twisted his fingers inside me.

A moan escaped my lips, forcing me to shut my eyes in shame.

"It's either you come on my fingers, or the wedding is off, and I'll get to m*rder your little fiancé tonight." He threatened.

I didn't need a soothsayer to know that he meant every word he just said. To everyone out there, Cicero might be the sweet and famous Hockey star, but to some of us who really know him, he is anything but sweet.

An image of Pius lying lifeless made me shudder with fear, and that was all the motivation I needed to start moving my hip.

I shouldn't have had my wedding in this town. I shouldn't have let Pius insist on wedding me here. We could have gone to a simple registry and shared the good news with Papa Ben.

But Pius wanted to meet my family and to be a part of us. Also, Papa Ben was more than delighted to have me return home since the death of my mother.

So, he was eager to assist with the wedding in any way he could.

I started moving my hips in a frantic, driving rhythm. Cicero's hand on my lower back pulled me closer, angling his finger at my soft spot and pressing my chest against his chiseled chest.

He breathed dirty words against my ears, promising me everything if only I would come. His lips captured every whimper and moan from my mouth.

And he started fucking my mouth with his tongue, deep, long licks that resonated everywhere while finger-fucking clear-headedness out of me.

I faintly remembered that anyone could walk in on us like this, but it didn't seem to bother Cicero, and I knew if I wanted him to let me go, I'd have to let go...

I grabbed his suit desperately, squeezing and crumpling it, but I doubt he gave a fuck about the state of his suit because he pushed closer, silently urging me to ruin his outfit if I needed to.

I chased my release, grinding, tilting, and angling my waist to get what I wanted.

Then it happened. My core spasmed, waves of pleasure shooting through my body as I shook against him, my entire body throbbing.

It took my breath away, leaving me feeling dazed and out of sorts.

He pressed his cheek upon mine, his tongue darting out to lick my skin before he growled, "Why can't you be mine?"

I didn't offer him an answer. He sighed and continued.

"I'll let you fool around for a year. And then I'll find you. Wherever you run to, I will find you and take you home as mine. Because that's who you are."

He tapped my cheeks gently and smiled like the madman he was. Then he finally pulled out his finger from inside me, ripping my panties in the process.

I watched him suck, lick his finger dry, and push my panties into his suit pocket.

I didn't wait for another second before sprinting out of the hallway. Cicero is a psycho.

And there is nothing he says he would do that he wouldn't do. But I'll never let him ruin my life.

After this wedding, I'll convince Pius to move to another country.

Monster Cicero Russo will never find me. I won't let him.