Chapter 6

Gianna.

He sat there with legs crossed, a cigarette in between his lips as he stared at the clothes the store women brought before him.

“I don’t wear dresses. Let her try them on,” he said, looking away, uninterested.

“This way, ma’am,” one of the women gestured at me. I followed her quietly into the dressing closet.

The first dress I tried on felt heavier than the weight that sat in my heart. I wasn’t going to get married to that beast, this was only to boost his ego while I thought of a way to escape from here.

I lifted my eyes to stylishly look for exits but there wasn’t any that wouldn’t bring me to where Stefano sat with legs crossed.

“This looks beautiful,” the shop attendant smiled as she took a few steps backward to get a better look at the fitting of the dress.

“I don’t… I don’t feel comfortable in it,” I lied. I just wanted to get it off my body, he didn’t deserve to see me in a wedding dress, only Javier deserved that.

“Every lady would love to be with a man like Stefano Caruso. You should be proud of this moment,” she said, adjusting the ball gown while I stared right at my reflection in the mirror.

I’ve had dreams of when I would finally try on my wedding dresses, in fact, I’ve had Anna do some sketches for a custom-made wedding dress for my big day, little did I know that the universe wasn’t in my favour.

I dragged my feet behind her as we walked to show Stefano the dress I had tried on. I silently hoped that he would say no and maybe have a change of mind.

Stefano finally looked up. His gaze swept over me slowly before he flicked ash from his cigarette. “No, next!”

I wanted to scream “I told you!” To her face but I held back, we walked back into the closet and tried on a few more dresses.

“Next!”

“No. Too much skin.”

“That makes her look too old.”

“Find me a perfect dress!”

These were the words I’ve heard for the past one hour, exhausted from trying on several dresses which looked fine to me but definitely not befitting for Stefano’s slutty taste.

With the last strength I had, I slumped over a couch, my head tilted backward with my eyes shut, my thoughts wild again.

I had an escape route, while showing Stefano the few dresses I had noticed that the door leading out of the store didn’t shut tightly. I could easily open it, the guards wouldn’t see me running down the street because of the cars parked behind them.

Yes… that was the only plan I had and I was convinced it would work.

“Convincing Don Stefano is hard, but I hope he loves this one. This is a limited edition and quite pricey,” she took out a mermaid dress encrusted with diamonds at the waistline.

It was nearly like the one Anna sketched only that this wasn’t plainly white, it had torques embroidery on the hem.

“Try it on. I don’t think he would want to spend so much on a girl like you anyway,” she threw the dress at me.

If only she knew who she had just spoken to in that manner.

I helped myself into the dress while she helped with adjusting the corset of the dress, making sure my tits were in good shape.

“This… this is perfect,” I could hear the excitement in Stefano’s voice the moment he walked in.

He went round me, his head nodding in satisfaction at what he was seeing. “This is perfect.” He finally stood before me.

“What do you think, piccola?” He lifted my chin till our eyes met.

“I don’t want to get married. I hope this is some sick joke,” I spat, the veins of my neck thickening.

“Wrong answer,” he struck me hard across my face.

My head fell to the other side with my palm on my reddening cheek.

He took a few steps forward, his hand tightened on my cheek, yanking my face to him. “You fucking obey me and dare not talk back at me.”

“You fucking understand?” He growled, his eyes blazing and the scar underneath his jaw glaring.

“Ye… yes,” I sniffed back the tears but a tear trickled down my cheeks.

“No… you will get punished for this,” his eyes fell to my chest, my full fair breasts peeking out of the corset dress.

He pushed me against the wall, pinning me there, his breath harsh against my neck. “Spread your legs.” He commanded.

I pretended not to hear him.

“Don’t make me ask twice,” he caught one of my legs and pushed it away from the other till he could fit in between my thighs.

“Plea… please,” I sniffled, my eyes making their way to the door, from where I stood I could see cars whizzing past, people walking freely whereas I was here with a beast who had his hands crawling up my thighs, his fingers grazing the folds of my clit while my pussy throbbed disgustingly in want.

“You’re wet for me?” He breathed into my mouth as he slid his fingers from my pussy, my juices gathering in his fingers.

“You shameless cunt,” he laughed scornfully, raising his fingers to my mouth, making me shamelessly lick off my juices.

“I could fuck you right here. You know that?” He slid his finger, but this time his thumb rubbed gently against my protruding clit.

I held myself together not to bite my lips in pleasure. I only tilted my head backward, my breasts rising and falling at the rhythm of my heartbeat.

“You fucking know that?” He growled, jerking me back to reality.

I let out a soft whimper, my eyes rolling backward in pleasure. Now, I didn’t just want his fingers inside me… I want his cock which I could feel its hardness as he rubbed it against my thighs.

Please fuck me… I almost let those words out of my lips.

“I’ll make you beg me to fuck you… one day,” he leaned closer, his mouth claiming my lower lip like he had heard my thoughts.

“Pleaseeee…” I wanted to fucking beg him to have me there. I didn’t care if anyone would walk in on us.

“Please let me go,” I found myself saying.

He let out a huff from his hard chest, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You wanna go?” He took a few steps backward, his hand on his hard cock.

“Ye…yes,” I nodded nervously.

“Go.” He pointed to the door, stepping aside.

I held my gown, my hands trembling with confusion over my face. Did he really mean it?

Was he really going to let me go?

His voice made me shake, my legs ready to move.

“Run, piccola… run!” He yelled.