14

Caelum

When the second Solenne came down the steps wearing that adorable little sundress for church, I realized I wanted her flesh. She was incredibly attractive and seemed so innocent. Her cunt had to be incredibly tight to fuck my cousins up that much, I thought. He sacrificed his life for her without even knowing her.

 I went up to her prepared to rip her apart, but then she flashed me this charming grin. Solenne understood how to conduct herself appropriately, according to Aria's account of their conversation the previous night. The notion of her paying attention to me like a good girl made my penis twitch. 

When it struck me, my lips were drawn to her ear. I was attempting to make fun of her. What's wrong with me, for Christ's sake? I'll simply fuck her if I want to. I didn't have to be polite to her at first. 

Like an idiot, I said, "You look... nice." Fortunately, no one was near us, and she didn't appear to realize that my tongue was tied because of her small frame, large breasts, and round butt. She gave me a hard stare before her damn mouth opened. I have no idea why I even bothered with her. 

I'm going to resurrect Vincent from the dead and murder him once more. Following the service, we returned for lunch before going to Vincent's burial. For me, this was going to be difficult. Although Solenne helped me take my mind off things all morning, I can't continue playing these little games with her. I would have to take her away if she didn't learn how to act.

 For the most part, Solenne remained silent throughout lunch, with the exception of a few digs between her and Franco. I chose to make him her guard permanently because he simply couldn't tolerate her. Despite his desire for her death, he wouldn't dare disobey my instructions or let her body or demeanor distract him.

 I realized how much she detested being referred to as Mistress when we returned to the mansion for beverages following the interment. Because it provided her with a degree of protection, I didn't correct anybody the first time I heard them use that term. She was about to burst, and I couldn't afford any more outbursts. I made sure to explain to everyone that she was a visitor from a far family and not my prostitute. 

I had no idea why anyone would think that in the first place. I had no desire for that woman, and I would never accept her as the mistress of my home. I wasn't even married. Every guard avoided looking at Solenne, who was wearing another tight black dress. With that small body and her seductive appearance, I'm not sure why they fought. It's unclear if it was beneficial for them to keep their horny cocks away from her, or if it was harmful because they assumed there was something between us. She merited no respect since she was powerless.

 As Chiara gradually approached Solenne while smiling at me, I observed her. When the ceremony started, I spoke with her and told her that she needed to introduce herself to Solenne correctly. Now that Vincent was dead, Chiara's attention was on me, and she didn't give a damn about him. Even though she behaved like a frightened 19-year-old, I could see how nasty she could be. Even if I were compensated, I wouldn't touch her. However, she was a compliant virgin from a wealthy family. 

Not only would marrying her be perfect, but it would also bring our families closer together. At 35, I wasn't very interested in the political aspects of the matter. I wouldn't mind a young woman, but I didn't want to give the impression that I had broken her for the first several years. There was never a desire to be any different, and I was violent in bed. Men who made it always had side ladies to fulfill their more violent or filthy needs. I only used prostitutes to keep my penis happy for all these years, avoiding the whole marriage thing. All I wanted at this point was someone to provide me with an heir; everything else was unimportant. 

The Don's wife didn't have to be a young virgin, as many other made guys desired, and I would certainly skip Chiara if she were my only choice. However, one day I had to get married, and it had to be in the bloodline of the families so that my progeny would carry on the line. 

Our sixteen families were large enough to maintain the purity of each made man of the aristocracy, and there was none of the strange incestuous stuff of the past. I have no idea what Vincent intended to do with that girl. He was insane if he believed he could persuade her to be his mistress while he married and bedded Chiara. Solenne would have grinned as we shot a bullet into her head for hurting him, and she would have gladly castrated his backside. Solenne's body writhed at Chiara's words, and I noticed my eyes get darker as I watched. 

She trembled a bit as the reality of what Vincent meant to her dawned upon her. After she had a fit two days ago, I was halfway expecting her to have another one, but then out of nowhere, she appeared composed. She excused herself after smiling at Chiara. What the hell? This was my retaliation for her talking back to me. She had not yet faced the consequences for hitting me. Perhaps I should reconsider this. I kept an eye on her every action for the remainder of the evening. Although she was smiling, her physical posture was no longer quite as tall. 

"Did you tell her about your engagement?" Chiara's voice questioned me. Perhaps she was weary? I wanted her to be consumed by hate and self-hatred.

 "Anything else you need from me?"

"Indeed. I shared all my thoughts with her. She seemed quite pleasant, I suppose. I confess I felt a twinge of envy when I discovered she was involved with you. Now that I realize she's merely a visitor from the families, I feel much lighter. " Her fingers gently touched my shoulders. 

I gazed down at her small face, which resembled that of a child.