BELLADONNA
“I assume you and your husband got to know each other well?” Papa asked when we were in the car after the Varkas had seen us off. “Yes, Papa. I got to know how he tasted and the sexy as sin sounds he makes when he’s cumming. Oh! And he’s the caring kind that takes care of his woman after. Isn't that lovely, Papa?” But what kind of daughter will I be if that were my answer? So instead, what I answered was, “Yes, Papa. It was a pleasure to get to know him.” Papa smiled, and my chest clenched in response. He held my hand in his, interlocking our fingers. I rested my head on his shoulder, inhaling deeply, smiling softly. It was just the two of us in this car. Madea wasn't so thrilled when he told her he was going to ride back to the hotel with me, and the look on her face was damn satisfying. “So? What do you think of him?” What did I think of him? IBELLAI stood before the mirror, staring, and the mirror stared back at me. It was the day of the wedding—yay me—but joy was the last thing I felt. The week had rushed by before I could even draw a breath. Usually, I would be thrilled, but ever seen that day at the cafe, I've been anything but. He hasn't called me since then. I haven't even seen his shadow. “He’s going to make this difficult,” I muttered. “Who?” Gianna asked, holding my veil. “My husband–to–be.” I turned away from the mirror, facing her. “What do you think of him?”She shrugged. “I don't know. I can't figure him out.”“You’ve met your match then.” A knock came at the door, and it opened. Papa walked in slowly, a small smile on his face. “La mia bambina,” he whispered, his arms wide open. I stepped in, burying my face in his neck and he wrapped his arms around me, patting my hair. “I'm sorry it has to be this way. I wish my on
KADE“What the fuck do you mean the wedding has been pushed up?” I asked Silas, my palms planted on his desk, my jaw clenched. He just stared at me. “It means what it means, Kade.”My nails dug into the wood of his desk. “I thought it wouldn't be until a month from now, but a week? A fucking week?”“We thought it wasn't necessary to drag it out seeing as both of you already know each other well.”“And who’s this ‘we?’” “Mr. Iannelli and I of course.”“So two of you just concluded on your own? Without asking the people who are getting married? Do our opinions mean shit to you?”He didn't even look a bit apologetic. “Don’t be dramatic, Kade. The decision’s already been made.” “Dramatic,” I scoffed, pushing myself off the desk. “Belladonna. Give me her number.” He raised an eyebrow. “Don't go around causing trouble.”“Spare me the bullshit talk and give me the damn number.”
BELLADONNA “I assume you and your husband got to know each other well?” Papa asked when we were in the car after the Varkas had seen us off. “Yes, Papa. I got to know how he tasted and the sexy as sin sounds he makes when he’s cumming. Oh! And he’s the caring kind that takes care of his woman after. Isn't that lovely, Papa?” But what kind of daughter will I be if that were my answer? So instead, what I answered was, “Yes, Papa. It was a pleasure to get to know him.” Papa smiled, and my chest clenched in response. He held my hand in his, interlocking our fingers. I rested my head on his shoulder, inhaling deeply, smiling softly. It was just the two of us in this car. Madea wasn't so thrilled when he told her he was going to ride back to the hotel with me, and the look on her face was damn satisfying. “So? What do you think of him?” What did I think of him? I
KADE Fuck….Fuck, this was… Fuck. I didn't know the right word to use. Unexpected? Out of the blue? Astounding? Fucking hell, I didn't know. It was true that when she gave me a foot massage under the table earlier, I had been disgusted, and I wanted to rip her leg off. That was unexpected and I couldn't help but feel disgusted that she would do something like that where our families were. But right now, as she was on my knees, sucking on my dick like it was a lollipop, all I felt was pleasure. She had asked me to imagine another woman so I could get hard, and I did. I closed my eyes and imagined red hair, but that felt wrong so I opened my eyes to see black hair, surrounded by the night. Belladonna was beautiful, and she knew that. Her cat-like eyes gave her this… look. The kind of look that showed she wasn't innocent, not by a far shot. “Fuck,” I groaned when she swallowed me deeper, and my head hit the back
I suggested that he thought of another woman as I touched him, right? It was I who said it. So tell me, why on God’s green earth do I feel like shit? Perhaps it hurts my womanly pride that I couldn't get him hard, but he gets hard from the thought of another woman. I hated her already. Was she going to be my competition? “Is that what you’re doing?” I asked. “Thinking of her? That’s what got you so hard?” “Isn't that what you suggested, Belladonna?” he shot back, his voice strained.I squeezed his dick and he moaned. I went weak in the knees, and I no longer cared if he was thinking about another woman. Why did he have to be so sexy? Even his moans were sexy. Oh! And he called me Belladonna with that strained voice that was begging for pleasure. Why should I care about some other woman when it was my touch that was making him like that? I massaged his dick from his pants and he gave me another sweet reaction—he shu
But my excitement didn't last because as soon as his eyes dropped to my lips, he looked away, pulling back and taking his sweet warmth with him. Disappointment twisted like a snake in my guts, but I wouldn't back down. Even though it was just my first time seeing this man, I wanted him. He was fire and ice and I wanted him to burn and freeze me. And I always get what I want. I would go an extra mile if it meant getting it. My therapist had said it was a coping mechanism, a defense I'd built after what happened years back. But Lillian could go shove it. She didn't know anything. I just pay her for nothing. “Running away, II mio futuro marito?” I asked, taking off my heels and carrying them in my hand as I slowly walked after him, not trying to catch up. “Though the view of your back is just as tantalizing, so I can't complain.” He said nothing, just kept walking. Then, “Do you want this marriage, Belladonna?”I had