In one effortless swoop, Giovanni scooped me up in his arms, carrying me bridal style to the super king sized bed at the other side of the room. He lowered me to the floor, spinning me round to undo the laced back.
His adept fingers made light work and in moments my wedding dress was nothing more than a pool of material at my feet.
Giovanni stepped back, drinking in my figure, the way my corset squeezed at my waist and pushed my breasts up. Gazing over every inch of my creamy skin and my lacey underwear left little to his imagination.
He licked his lips hungrily, green eyes landing on the white garter gripping at my thigh. Giovanni dropped to his knees, tugging the garter down with his teeth until it fell from my foot.
“It’s going to be a long night, Principessa.” He growled seductively, causing the flutter in my stomach to increase to a flurry. It was excitement that coursed through my veins. Thrilled at the prospect of spending our first night as husband and wife in our home.
Giovanni’s lips were trailing up my thigh. Anticipation and delight rushed to the junction between my legs as his mouth played over the lace.
Loud knuckles suddenly wrapped at the door, breaking us both away from the moment.
“Vuelve luego!” (Come back later!) Giovanni barked behind him before bringing his attention back to the aching matter at hand.
“Gabe, la policía está aquí.” (Gabe, the police are here.) Vinnie’s deep voice rattled nervously.
“¿La policía?” Giovanni stood up quickly, offering me a sincere and apologetic smile.
I felt his lips press against mine before muttering with a devilish smirk, “I’m not finished with you.”
My eyes followed Giovanni as he walked toward the bedroom door. Vinnie pushed through unexpectedly to have a hushed conversation with Giovanni while I hastily grabbed my dressing gown from the bathroom door.
Whatever was happening, it wasn’t good and it wasn’t for me to hear because as soon as I returned, they had both disappeared.
I could hear their voices travel down the corridor, I followed them all the way to the front door where two police officers were standing.
“What’s going on?” I asked Vinnie, but he was silent. He couldn’t answer me and by the look on his face, he wasn’t completely sure himself.
“Gio?” I stepped forward but I was stopped by the second police officer.
All of a sudden Giovanni was spun round, his wrists in cuffs while his green eyes watched me sadly.
“Call José.” He glanced back at Vinnie as the police were forcing him into the back of the police car. He pulled back slightly, locking eyes with me. “Te amo.”
Mrs Cruz - Coming soon.
Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events and places is purely coincidental. Emiliana I sipped the pastel green liquid, allowing the sweet taste of lime to line my throat. The taste of the salt from the rim of my glass sprinkled my lips lightly and I licked them hungrily. I was currently sitting on the v
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EmilianaIt was Saturday morning and the sun was casting deep rays through my curtains. I yawned and grumbled, rolling through my covers and searching for my phone. It was ten in the morning.I pulled myself out of the pit of my bedroom, wiping the sleep from my eyes. My small footsteps echoed around my penthouse apartment. Marble lined the floor and countertops while each room was filled with bright light from the floor to ceiling windows that looked down at the vast city expanse below.My penthouse was on the upper east side of New York, where everyone had their own chauffeur, chefs and maids. I was one of the few who insisted on not being provided with such luxuries, and I was proud of the fact.My phone pinged in the background as I poured o
EmilianaI sat back on the cool leather as the door slammed shut behind me. Mr Green eyes jumped into the driver's seat silently, his sharp emeralds watching me intently. I had realised he was waiting for a direction but my stubborn side got the better of me. I pulled my phone out and began flicking through my news feed.People continued to pass by in their own bubbles as we sat motionless in the car.“Can you turn the radio up please?” I asked as the faint sound of “Mamma Mia” came through the radio speakers. Instantly, the volume was shut off completely and we were enveloped in silence. My eyes shot up as he smirked at me.“Immature.” I muttered under my breath. “Can we go home now?” I asked inno
Emiliana Giovanni navigated us back to the city, the journey was silent and distant. I was in a bad mood, a mood that sucked and drained the energy from my body. I spaced out, watching out of the window as the bushes and trees soon turned to a grey expanse of road and highway. Cars passed by in a blur and before I had realised it, we were pulling up to my apartment building. The city breeze swirled around me as the door opened beside me. Giovanni’s hand reached out and I willingly took it. He pulled me out of the vehicle, allowing my feet to hit the concrete gracefully. His grip tightened around my fingers, not letting me go and I found myself looking up at his emerald orbs. His touch was sending goosebumps up my arm and I couldn’t escape the intense gaze. I wasn’t sure what he was doing but his eyes were searching mine. Fo
Emiliana Lucio’s was spilling out with people left, right and centre; you could hear the musical beats from the streets. The queue beside the club was loud and boisterous, everyone dancing to the tunes resonating from the open doors. I smiled up at the bouncer, who was holding the entry rope like his life depended on it. Being a Magnone meant that I was privileged enough to avoid queues for popular clubs such as this one and in moments I was stepping through the door. Giovanni was following closely behind me, his hand crept up and down my spine, securing its place as we walked. The music continued to blare out loudly around us as we made our way to the VIP area. Bright lights danced around us and reflected patterns across my white dress. I prayed to god that no one spilled anything on m
GiovanniI knew this was a bad idea, the moment my father told me about the job.“Protegerla siempre.” (Protect her always.) My father ordered me in Spanish as he opened the car door for me. “Y no hay un romance, entendido?” (and no romance okay.) He winked at me.“Sí, pa.” (Yes dad.) I gripped the steering wheel tightly, nervous about the new job.It wasn’t that I was nervous about the job in particular, I had worked with the Sicilan Mafia since I was sixteen so nothing phased me. It was the fact that my father’s job was at stake here too. If I fucked up, he would suffer also.