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“No time for sweet talk. I’ve got thirty minutes max before the constriction of this dress starts affecting your grandson.”

Laughing, he takes my hand and we begin walking together.

DANTE

Standing at the altar, Renzo and Carlo stand behind me – my best men and my new brothers.

Weird to think that one of them was ready to kill me only a few months ago.

The small string ensemble begins playing, and all the guests stand and turn to look behind them. As the music plays, Sal walks Venecia down the aisle.

She is the most beautiful fucking thing I have ever seen in my life.

Standing before our family and friends, we proclaim what we have both known since we met. It was inevitable because we belong to each other.

“You may now kiss the bride…”

My lips crash into hers and kiss my wife for the first time, before racing her back down the aisle. While Sal is throwing a little celebration in our honor, our guests believe we have left quickly for our honeymoon.

Instead, we are retreating to spend our first night in our newly finished home. Approaching the front door, I lift her into my arms and carry her over the threshold. Kicking the door shut with my foot, I carry her to straight upstairs to our master suite.

Carrying her to the bed, I sit her on the edge and kneel before her to remove her shoes, taking a moment to gently rub and kiss the soles of each of her feet.

Lifting the dress and kissing up her legs, I slowly stand before her and shed my tuxedo jacket.

“I think it’s time we get you out of that dress,cuore mio, because I want to properly fuck my wife.”

Standing her from the bed, I spin her around and slowly slide the zipper revealing her bare skin under the dress.

Chapter Thirty-Three

VENECIA

Grabbing the straps of the bodice, he slides them over my shoulders. The dress falls to my feet, leaving me standing before him in nothing but a sheer white thong.

He steps close behind me and I feel his lips slowly trail wet kisses down my spine as he kneels behind. His fingers hook under the strings of my panties, and he slowly slides them down my legs.

I let out a small yelp when I feel his teeth sink into the flesh of my ass cheek, followed by a gentle slap as he stands. Dante unbuttons his shirt as he walks towards the nightstand. Sliding open the drawer, he pulls out a thin black scarf.

“Turn around,” his voice deep as he walks back towards me.

He positions the scarf over my eyes, and I feel him tight it tightly, blindfolding me.

“On the bed,” holding my hand he guides me to the edge and I climb onto it, “hands and knees.”

Goosebumps prickle on my skin as I hear him undressing behind me.

“You know what it’s like to watch yourself come,” he startles me as his hands slowly slide over my hips and up my back, “now you learn what it’s like to come when you are unable to anticipate what is going to happen to your body.”

I can hear him rustling in the wooden drawer, and curiosity has me dying to know what he is doing and what he has planned for me.

“Based on your soaking wet cunt,” a small whimper comes from my throat as I feel his finger slide through my slit, “I think you’re going to like it.”

His fingers slowly rub over and around my clit, both pleasuring me and teasing me at the same time. My hips flex against his fingers trying to get more.

“So greedy,” he swirls them over my clit and I feel the mattress dip next to my body before his hands grab my hips and pull me back towards the edge of the bed, “Knees apart.”

Spreading my knees further apart, his fingers return to my clit eliciting a string of airy whimpers as he works my body towards an orgasm. Just as I am approaching my release, his free hand squeezes my breast and rolls my nipple until I come.

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