“Thank fuck the wait will be over tonight.”
Diego’s lips curled. “Yeah… I’d rather not think about it.”
“Maybe you have some last-minute tips. Remo wasn’t very helpful.”
“I doubt you need any advice,” Diego muttered, looking increasingly uncomfortable which spurred me on.
“There’s one thing I’ve never done, but you have. If I remember correctly, you popped Toni’s cherry.”
“Shut up,” he said. “I’m not going to talk to you about that. And I don’t want to know a fucking thing about your night with my sister. Just keep it to yourself.” He began walking away, and I followed. I had absolutely no intention of sharing information about my sex life with Gemma with anyone.
When we returned to the party, it had just struck midnight.
“Bed her, bed her!” called the first member of Gemma’s family. Trust the Traditionalists to have a fixed time when to fuck your wife. For once, I was glad for their traditions. I didn’t even have to force my brothers to start the chorus.
I inclined my head toward the man, and soon more people shouted the words, including my brothers. Only Adamo stood with his arms crossed and rolled his eyes. I spotted Gemma next to Toni at our table. Her face was turning increasingly red.
I made my way over to her, trying not to look too eager. I was a grown-ass man and not a teenager before his very first fuck. When I passed Remo, he murmured, “I put a bottle of whiskey in your bedroom.”
I chuckled, especially seeing the frosty look Serafina sent her husband.
Then I reached Gemma. She looked like she was about to take flight. Her mom and Toni quickly hugged her as if she was about to endeavor on a dangerous adventure.
Maybe the rumors about me being an animal in bed had reached their ears. I stifled my amusement. I’d always known my bull tattoo would only add more fuel to the fire. But while I had every intention of pounding Gemma into the bed very soon, tonight wouldn’t be like that.
Every girl I’d been with had come with me, and if I had to eat out Gemma all night for that to happen, then I’d gladly do it.
I took her hand and started to lead her toward the house. A crowd followed us, shouting all kinds of suggestions. Gemma’s cheeks practically glowed red by the time we reached the French doors.
I turned to the crowd of drunk men. “This is as far as you’re allowed to come.”
“As long as you make your wife come tonight!” someone shouted in the back.
“Oh, I intend to!” I shot back.
Gemma made a small horrified sound, and I decided to spare her further mortification. I opened the doors for her and after she’d stepped in, I followed her and closed them again.
The shouts of the crowd were muffled now.
Gemma wrung her hands, looking around the room. This was the living area in my wing, but it wasn’t time for a tour of the house. I lifted her into my arms, earning a startled gasp. Her eyes flew up to meet mine.
Her dress was beautiful but made carrying Gemma a difficult task, especially up the stairs, but eventually we arrived at my, now our, bedroom. I could already feel blood shooting into my dick, just thinking about tonight.
Savio entered the bedroom with me in his arms, then set me down carefully. Before I could say something, he kissed me fiercely, surprising me.
I pushed against his chest, wanting to make something clear, and he pulled back with a grin. “Tonight, you are mine.”
“If you think I’ll sleep with you only because we’re married now, you’ve lost your mind.”
“It’s your duty and my privilege,” Savio said with a taunting grin, thinking this was a game.
I couldn’t believe him. I knew it was my duty. I knew what my family expected from me, and how ashamed they’d be if they found out I’d denied Savio Falcone my body. But Savio had been a bastard to me and I had absolutely no intention to make this easy on him.
“I don’t care. If you want me, you’ll have to force me because I won’t give you anything.”
Savio tilted his head. “I don’t think you’d fight me.”
“I would,” I said.
“And we both know you wouldn’t stand a chance, Kitty. Your little girl fight moves are no challenge for me.”
His self-assured tone drove me forward, but my wedding dress made moving difficult.
Savio blocked every single of my punches and even a half-ass kick, his grin widening. He jerked me toward him and stole a kiss. I rammed my fist into his stomach, causing him to groan. Before I had time to consider another move, Savio thrust me forward and I fell down on the bed. With the heavy material of my dress, I stood no chance finding my footing.
Savio shoved up my skirt, climbed on top of me and knelt between my legs. I tried to shove him off, but he was too strong for me. He grabbed my wrists and pushed them up over my head. I tried to twist under him to buck him off with my hips. Savio anticipated the move and used my momentum to bring his thighs under mine, shoving my legs farther apart so he could settle between them.
He smiled, but beneath the amusement, there was something darker, something dominant in his expression that had never been there before. He was a man who knew he had every right to claim what was his to claim, and he was eager to do so.
The worst was how my body reacted to the fight with Savio. I was becoming increasingly aroused.
Savio’s smile turned daring as he reached between us, his hand sliding down my side to my stomach.
I struggled against his hold. “Don’t you dare,” I whispered harshly. There was a hint of vulnerability in my voice that annoyed me.
Savio’s brown eyes held mine as he lightly stroked the inside of my thigh. He didn’t move
