Page 74 of One Savage Union

He’s insisted I call him uncle now that he and I are truly becoming husband and wife in front of the holy virgin. I’ve learned that deep down, the Romano Don is a sweet, older manwho values blood above all else. I’m honored he asked to walk me down the aisle since I’m practically an orphan.

A small spray of sadness washes over me when I think about how my mother never got to see me in this wedding dress. It’s a simple satin sheath of ivory that fits me like a second skin. The front is cut into a low V-neck with spaghetti straps of real diamonds holding it to my body. The train of the dress is approximately six feet long and the back of my dress cuts so low, you almost get a peek at my ass. It’s sexy and elegant, and my Ghanaian mother would have clucked her tongue in chastisement before kissing me with pride. She died way too soon. Chrisette Asare would have fussed that this was all too much while secretly loving the fanfare.

My father is on the run from my husband and uncle Thomasso for trying to kill them and subsequently selling me to the highest bidder. Instead of having a loving father to give me away on one of the most important days of my life, I only have the memory of a monster. It’s hard to feel completely safe while he’s still free in the world.

When I look up and see Rocco’s twinkling eyes, I know all that doesn’t matter. He stands alone because I had no one to stand at my side. My happiness and safety are encompassed inside this 6’4 man standing in a Black Armani Tuxedo with the air of a Greek God. He’s my savior. The man who kidnapped me and took my body for his pleasure before spilling blood for me is no saint. But he’s all mine. His penetrating gaze commands my joy and promises to do everything in his power to bring it to me.

Like a good girl, I obey and smile. It’s time to enjoy the spoils of war.

“Benvenuta in famiglia, bella,” Uncle Thomasso murmurs before placing my hand in Rocco’s at the top of the altar. My Italian is improving, and I can pick out the words ‘welcome’and ‘beautiful’. I smile and kiss him on the cheek before my possessive fiancée jerks away my hand.

I look into Rocco’s eyes and smirk before whispering, “You can’t seriously be jealous of your uncle, Rocco.”

He chuckles before leaning over and biting my earlobe. It causes me to gasp, and the priest gives us a warning look. I should have worn a veil.

“I’m not jealous piccola ragazza, I’m cautious. You think he’s a gentle older man, but I’ve seen him charm the pants off women more than half his age. Plus, no one gets your smile, touch, or kiss but me.” He growls possessively, and my stupid heart loves it.

The ceremony is condensed from the standard 60-minute Catholic Mass to a 20-minute exchange of vows. Rocco goes first and mixes up the order of things. Placing a five-carat infinity band on my finger first, he kisses my hand and then recites his love for me.

“La mia bellissima piccola palla di fuoco. You alone changed the trajectory of my life. I thought my ascension inside the Sicilian mafia was what life was all about until I took one look into your eyes. That’s when I knew that I’d throw it all away to own your heart. You are the most important thing to me, and I don't have the words to explain how much you are the bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh. Thankfully, an author by the name of Charlotte Brontë had her hero say the words to her infamous heroine, Jane Eyre, when he thought he’d lost her, and yet she returned. When I let you walk off that boat, I knew his pain. When I rescued you and had you back in my arms, I thought it was only a dream to be so happy and complete. The few days without you were hell, but the forever days before us will be heaven. Bronte’s written words are what I shall recite tonight…”

…there is enchantment in the very hour I am now spending with you. Who can tell what a dark, dreary, hopeless life I have dragged on for [years] past? Doing nothing, expecting nothing; merging night in day; feeling but the sensation of cold when I let the fire go out, of hunger when I forgot to eat: and then a ceaseless sorrow, and, at times, a very delirium of desire to behold my Lucia again.

“I’ll never fail you again. I love you. Ti amerò sempre (I’ll always love you).

His words bring tears to my eyes and dance within my heart. My hand cups his cheek as I take his lips in a soft kiss. We linger, lips locked, until the priest clears his throat in reprimand. Rocco shoots him a look of death while I hold back tears of joy and laughter. Once all is calm, I touch Rocco’s arm and nod that I’m ready to recite my vows to him. Slowly, I slip the 3-carat Black titanium and black diamond David Yurman wedding band onto his ring finger and begin.

“I'm afraid I have no literary words to recite tonight. But I think that's OK. What I do have is a true declaration of my devotion to you and your family. You are my heart and human form, and before you, I was not living; I only survived. Half a life is better than no life at all, but a full life is God's greatest blessing. Thank you. Sei il grande amore della mia vita (you are the love of my life).”

Rocco grabs me by my waist and pulls me indecently close before devouring me in a soul-stealing kiss. Our priest finally gives up any pretense of decorum and announces us man andwife. I faintly hear the cheers in the background because all I can focus on is the buzzing of pleasure in my ears. My husband’s tongue is claiming every inch of my mouth while his hands squeeze my ass and his dick presses hard into my belly. It’s a filthy kiss, and I love it.

When we come up for air, he groans in my ear.

“I need to be inside of you right now, or I’ll burst. I know just the place, come.”

Rocco takes my hand and practically drags me down the aisle as well-wishers clap and throw flower petals at our retreating form. When we’re in the vestibule, he pauses to consider which way he should go, and then he turns right towards the dressing room I used.

Once inside the room, Rocco slams the door and presses me against it so that my ass faces him. I turn my head to the side and breathe heavily through my arousal and excitement. I feel his tongue stroke from the top of my ass up my entire back.

‘Fuck Lucia, this dress is sexy as hell. I don’t know whether to fuck you with gratitude for wearing it for me or if I should punish you for teasing me and every other man in this church with this ass.”

Quickly, he lands two slaps to each of my ass cheeks, and I moan.

Feeling cocky, I tease him and rub my ass over his growing cock. “I think a little of both is on order.”

He chuckles and spins me around.” It’s too bad I must share you with the world for a few more hours, and I can’t rip you out of this dress to make my pussy come. So, instead, punishment will have to be imposed. You’ll be wet and wanting for me the entire reception. That will teach you not to wear inaccessible clothing when I’m this hot for you, on your knees, my little ball of fire. It’s time to suck your husband’s cock.”

I turn around and immediately drop to my knees. Looking up at him; I open my mouth wide and wait for his cock to fill me. He gently rubs my cheek with one hand while he unzips his pants with the other.

“Baby, you look so beautiful waiting for my cock like this. I’ll reward you tonight if you take daddy’s cock like a good girl and swallow every drop. I’d hate to get cum on your pretty dress. That would be quite the show for our guests.”

I nod and stick my tongue out. I honestly don’t give a damn if the world sees his cum on me, I like being marked by him.

Rocco grabs the back of my head, pushing hairpins into my scalp. My intricate updo is ruined, but I don’t care. The pain turns me on even more.

“I won’t be gentle.” He warns.

You never are…

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