THE BRIDE - By Shaxee
Chapter 12
A widow’s refusal of a lover is seldom so explicit as to exclude hope. - Samuel Richardson
Francesca Marcolini’s POV
“Put me down, you brute!” I thud my fists on his back but he just ignored me. His back felt like it was made of steel. “Put me down!”
“Stop it, woman.” He said coldly, tightening his grip on my legs.
“You are insane.” I told him while still thumping my fist on his back. “You should be put in manicomio.”
“Oh, you don’t know how insane I am, darling.”
Darling? He had called me darling?
I know I should have felt annoyed by the assumption yet my heart gave a strange beat. I don’t think I like that feeling, the kind that warms my heart.
“Put me down!” I said again, when we finally reached the lobby of the Rostov Hotels; people inside the opulent lobby gave us a puzzled look. “People we’re looking for heaven’s sake! This is the worst thing you could have done to me.”
“Worst?” He repeated dryly, his grip was like a vice. “Trust me, la mia regina di ghiaccio. This is not the worst, but you are bound to see it soon.”
“Are you threatening me, Signore?” I asked coldly.
“No. But I am telling you, darling.”
“Stop calling me that.” I am starting to feel dizzy because of my awkward position on his broad shoulder. “I am not your sweetheart.”
“Trust me, darling.” Marco Orsini said annoyingly as he unceremoniously put me back on my feet. I slightly lost my balance because of my killer heels. “You are about to be.”
“Bastardo.”
Before he could reply I heard the throaty roar of his Ferrari brought by the valet at the entrance of the hotel as if he planned the whole thing!
“Get in.” He said casually, taking the driver’s seat.
“No, thank you.” I told him with a saccharine sweetness. “But I’d rather take a cab, Signore.”
“Get in, Francesca.” Marco Orsini repeated his command firmly, his eyes glittered with fire. “Or I will personally deposit you here.”
So much for the humiliation I’ve suffered tonight.
I reluctantly opened the passenger’s door of his Ferrari and slid into the luxury leather. “Good choice, darling.” He commented sarcastically as he started to drive away from the hotel.
“Don’t talk to me.” I answered him coldly as I kept my eyes on my window.
“Ah, there’s the ice queen I used to know.”
I steeled myself not to close my eyes as his Ferrari joined in the highway it literary flew on the road. The devil drove like there’s no tomorrow.
“You behaved shamefully tonight. You embarrassed us in public. I didn’t know that you would stoop that low.”
“You don’t know me that well, Francesca mia.” The devil shifted gear vigorously. “I will do anything to stop you from selling yourself to those bastards.”
“I am not selling myself, damn you!” I puffed at him angrily. I didn’t know that Marco Orsini was this thick-headed. “It’s just a one night no-string-attached-date, you imbecile.”
Marco snorted. “How do you know that it would only be an innocent date night for those vermin? You are more naïve than I thought.”
“Vermin?” I gaped at him in astonishment. “Did you just call those kind-hearted men who want to help the charity vermin? Parasites?”
“Yes. I did.” He answered proudly. “They are lucky enough I didn’t trash them to within an inch of their lives.”
“How noble you are, Signore.” I remarked sardonically.
Marco merely smirked. “Of course,” He responded in an equally sardonic manner. “I am Orsini, after all.” He’s really the most aggravating man I have ever known!
Looking at his sinfully handsome face a man should not have been blessed with such looks. I couldn’t help but notice the stares the women inside the lobby of the Rostov Hotel threw at him as we passed.
I hadn’t seen him in a week since the preparation for the charity event.
I even hardened my resolve not to call him. I don’t like the feeling of missing his company in the days that I haven’t seen him, it scares me.
He’s starting to crawl slowly under the guard I erected to protect myself.
“Enjoying what you see?”
Too bad once he opened his mouth you would realize how exasperating he was.
“I’ m not starring at you!” I told him vehemently avoiding his gaze as I fought the pink stains that threatened to spread through my cheeks.
He chuckled, glancing in my direction briefly. “I know that you are. Are you already seduced by my brooding looks?”
“You wish!”
“There is no law saying you can’t stare, Francesca mia.” The devil drawled sarcastically. “For you I will endure your ogling my looks as I will not permit any other woman.”
I shook my head in disbelief. “You are unbelievable.”
Then I remembered our grand exit at Tatiana’s charity event. “You should apologize to Tatiana for ruining the gala.”
Marco grunted as he finally slowed the speed of his ground-eating Ferrari.
“I don’t think the duchess will get mad at me given the donation I just gave to her foundation.”
“You are despicable.” I informed him with a resigned sigh.
Then I notice that we had finally stopped in front of a high-rise building.
“Where are we?”
“My place.” He said casually, unclasping his seatbelt and sliding out of the car. “Let’s go.” He commanded rudely as he opened my door.
“W-what?” I asked him in disbelief when he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of my seat. “I am not going with you anywhere. I want to go home.”
“No.” He contradicted firmly, as he started to drag me inside the lobby of the penthouse building. “We need to talk.”
“Let me go, Signore.” I tried to remove my wrist from his dead grip. He didn’t answer but merely tightened his grip even more.
We rode the elevator and as usual he’s the subject of female admiration inside the lobby.
Jealous, Francesca? An evil voice asked inside my head.
I snorted, why would I be jealous if women stared at him all day. As far as I am concerned Marco Orsini is nothing to me.
Finally, we arrived at the top floor where his penthouse was located. I swallowed hard.
This is the first time I will see his home.
He probably brings women here casually for nightly pleasure, I groaned silently, really, stop thinking nonsense, Francesca.
He released me once we are safely inside his home.
“What do you want—”
Before I could complete my sentence he had already advanced in my direction and his mouth was on mine kissing me.
I groaned at the pleasure when I know I should have pushed him away but the man could kiss!
He placed both of his hands on my face to change the angle of the kiss.
I could smell his aftershave and his masculine scent. My brain started to get cloudy.
“Signore…” I shrieked when he suddenly swung me up in his arms and walked towards the bedroom.
Wait, what’s going on here? Aren’t things moving too fast here?
He threw me on the massive bed unceremoniously. Really, this man needs some lessons in manners. “Signore…” I uttered again as I tried to sit on the bed. “We need to talk, this is…”
“I thought you didn’t want to talk, Francesca mia?” Marco Orsini said as he started to remove his tuxedo jacket.
My mouth went dry. Uh-oh.
“Signore.”
“It’s Marco, darling.” He said seductively when he also crawled in bed on top of me. I shrunk back in the bed. “Say it…”
“Marco…” I repeated breathlessly. He’s too close for my comfort.
That’s when he started to kiss me again deeper than the last one he’d given me in the living room. And then his hands started to travel on my body.
Is this the right time to tell him that…
“Marco. I need to tell you something.”
He stopped kissing me and straightened his back but my legs were still trapped in between his. He started to remove his crisp white shirt. Oh my…
“I will wipe every man you have taken to bed since your husband’s death from your memory starting tonight.” He declared harshly, like an ancient Roman emperor eyeing his newly acquired concubine. “Starting tonight the only lover you will take will be me.”
His broad chest was well defined as well as the rest of his body.
He started kissing me again, making love to my mouth, seducing me slowly, as his hands finally found the zipper of my gown and began to unzip it slowly.
I forced myself to remove my mouth from his.
“Marco, I need to tell you that—”
“Later.” Marco answered, removing his trousers. Sweet Lord, his shaft stood proudly inside his boxers. “We have all night.” All night…sounds more of a threat than a promise.
“So beautiful.” He breathed when his eyes feasted on my half-naked state. I mentally scream at his audacious stare. “More beautiful than I imagined. I’ve imagined you naked here in my bed for months.”
Suddenly, I want to laugh. But this is not the time, I need to tell him something important here. “Marco…” I nearly went out of my skin when he touched my feminine core. “Marco…”
I didn’t know what happened or how it happened, when I looked again into his magnificent eyes I was completely naked in front of him.
“You are mine, Francesca. Mine.” He announced as he removed his boxers. My mouth went dry at his proud length.
Madre del Dio!.
He kissed me slowly this time, sweeter as if this is the first time. He kissed me with such gentleness I was shocked to feel a strange pain between my legs. I couldn’t help but moan.
“What the…”
The look on his face was comical. I would have laughed if not for the pain I was experiencing right now. “H-how’s that possible?! You were…married!.”
“Lorenzo told me that he would wait for our wedding night before…” I told him between the hot tears that threatened to fall from my eyes. “He never bothered to seduce his young bride because he’d been busy with…”
“Shh…” Marco Orsini wiped my tears and kissed me gently. “It’s okay. I promise it will be okay soon.” He cooed and started to move inside me. The feeling was strange but…
“Marco…” I writhed beneath him as he changed his tempo and his thrusts became faster and harder, each plunge leaving me breathless.
“Francesca, dearest…”
“Marco…”
I knew he was coming, I ran my nails across his back to encourage him and hooked my legs on his waist. Suddenly, I felt hot liquid spread through my womb as he spilled his seed inside me. “My beautiful ice queen.”
He kissed me gently on the lips before falling onto my side. He placed his arms on my waist securely and hugged me from behind. We stayed like that until we fell asleep.
The next morning, the first thing I noticed was the strange room and that I am on a strange bed and an arm was securely placed across my middle.
I slowly turned around to look at the peacefully sleeping Marco beside me. A blush spread through my cheeks as I remembered last night’s events.
Marco Orsini had made love to me again and again and again.
I didn’t realize that a man had that much energy to burn during the night.
I carefully removed his hand from my waist trying not to wake him.
I tiptoed from the bed and carefully picked my undergarments and discarded gown off the floor. I felt like a teenager in the morning after last night’s hookups.
I silently dressed and forced myself to leave the sleeping Marco in his penthouse.
When I woke up I felt like a different person. Maybe because this morning when I woke up I am no longer a virgin. I had remained a virgin at the age of twenty-eight.
After my husband’s death I never took lovers or dated again.
So why lose your virginity to him? A voice inside my head asked.
I don’t know the answer to that. I still don’t know the answer to that question as I ride a cab on my way home.
Once I arrived at my penthouse, my decision was resolute.
I needed a break. I need a break from all of this.
I need to get away from Italy for a few days or weeks, after that I will sort this mess I’ve made.
I dialed someone on the phone, and after a few rings.
“Hi, mama. It’s me, I’m coming for a visit.”
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A widow’s refusal of a lover is seldom so explicit as to exclude hope. - Samuel Richardson
Francesca Marcolini’s POV
“Put me down, you brute!” I thud my fists on his back but he just ignored me. His back felt like it was made of steel. “Put me down!”
“Stop it, woman.” He said coldly, tightening his grip on my legs.
“You are insane.” I told him while still thumping my fist on his back. “You should be put in manicomio.”
“Oh, you don’t know how insane I am, darling.”
Darling? He had called me darling?
I know I should have felt annoyed by the assumption yet my heart gave a strange beat. I don’t think I like that feeling, the kind that warms my heart.
“Put me down!” I said again, when we finally reached the lobby of the Rostov Hotels; people inside the opulent lobby gave us a puzzled look. “People we’re looking for heaven’s sake! This is the worst thing you could have done to me.”
“Worst?” He repeated dryly, his grip was like a vice. “Trust me, la mia regina di ghiaccio. This is not the worst, but you are bound to see it soon.”
“Are you threatening me, Signore?” I asked coldly.
“No. But I am telling you, darling.”
“Stop calling me that.” I am starting to feel dizzy because of my awkward position on his broad shoulder. “I am not your sweetheart.”
“Trust me, darling.” Marco Orsini said annoyingly as he unceremoniously put me back on my feet. I slightly lost my balance because of my killer heels. “You are about to be.”
“Bastardo.”
Before he could reply I heard the throaty roar of his Ferrari brought by the valet at the entrance of the hotel as if he planned the whole thing!
“Get in.” He said casually, taking the driver’s seat.
“No, thank you.” I told him with a saccharine sweetness. “But I’d rather take a cab, Signore.”
“Get in, Francesca.” Marco Orsini repeated his command firmly, his eyes glittered with fire. “Or I will personally deposit you here.”
So much for the humiliation I’ve suffered tonight.
I reluctantly opened the passenger’s door of his Ferrari and slid into the luxury leather. “Good choice, darling.” He commented sarcastically as he started to drive away from the hotel.
“Don’t talk to me.” I answered him coldly as I kept my eyes on my window.
“Ah, there’s the ice queen I used to know.”
I steeled myself not to close my eyes as his Ferrari joined in the highway it literary flew on the road. The devil drove like there’s no tomorrow.
“You behaved shamefully tonight. You embarrassed us in public. I didn’t know that you would stoop that low.”
“You don’t know me that well, Francesca mia.” The devil shifted gear vigorously. “I will do anything to stop you from selling yourself to those bastards.”
“I am not selling myself, damn you!” I puffed at him angrily. I didn’t know that Marco Orsini was this thick-headed. “It’s just a one night no-string-attached-date, you imbecile.”
Marco snorted. “How do you know that it would only be an innocent date night for those vermin? You are more naïve than I thought.”
“Vermin?” I gaped at him in astonishment. “Did you just call those kind-hearted men who want to help the charity vermin? Parasites?”
“Yes. I did.” He answered proudly. “They are lucky enough I didn’t trash them to within an inch of their lives.”
“How noble you are, Signore.” I remarked sardonically.
Marco merely smirked. “Of course,” He responded in an equally sardonic manner. “I am Orsini, after all.” He’s really the most aggravating man I have ever known!
Looking at his sinfully handsome face a man should not have been blessed with such looks. I couldn’t help but notice the stares the women inside the lobby of the Rostov Hotel threw at him as we passed.
I hadn’t seen him in a week since the preparation for the charity event.
I even hardened my resolve not to call him. I don’t like the feeling of missing his company in the days that I haven’t seen him, it scares me.
He’s starting to crawl slowly under the guard I erected to protect myself.“Enjoying what you see?”
Too bad once he opened his mouth you would realize how exasperating he was.
“I’ m not starring at you!” I told him vehemently avoiding his gaze as I fought the pink stains that threatened to spread through my cheeks.
He chuckled, glancing in my direction briefly. “I know that you are. Are you already seduced by my brooding looks?”
“You wish!”
“There is no law saying you can’t stare, Francesca mia.” The devil drawled sarcastically. “For you I will endure your ogling my looks as I will not permit any other woman.”
I shook my head in disbelief. “You are unbelievable.”
Then I remembered our grand exit at Tatiana’s charity event. “You should apologize to Tatiana for ruining the gala.”
Marco grunted as he finally slowed the speed of his ground-eating Ferrari.
“I don’t think the duchess will get mad at me given the donation I just gave to her foundation.”
“You are despicable.” I informed him with a resigned sigh.
Then I notice that we had finally stopped in front of a high-rise building.
“Where are we?”
“My place.” He said casually, unclasping his seatbelt and sliding out of the car. “Let’s go.” He commanded rudely as he opened my door.
“W-what?” I asked him in disbelief when he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of my seat. “I am not going with you anywhere. I want to go home.”
“No.” He contradicted firmly, as he started to drag me inside the lobby of the penthouse building. “We need to talk.”
“Let me go, Signore.” I tried to remove my wrist from his dead grip. He didn’t answer but merely tightened his grip even more.
We rode the elevator and as usual he’s the subject of female admiration inside the lobby.
Jealous, Francesca? An evil voice asked inside my head.
I snorted, why would I be jealous if women stared at him all day. As far as I am concerned Marco Orsini is nothing to me.
Finally, we arrived at the top floor where his penthouse was located. I swallowed hard.
This is the first time I will see his home.
He probably brings women here casually for nightly pleasure, I groaned silently, really, stop thinking nonsense, Francesca.
He released me once we are safely inside his home.
“What do you want—”
Before I could complete my sentence he had already advanced in my direction and his mouth was on mine kissing me.
I groaned at the pleasure when I know I should have pushed him away but the man could kiss!
He placed both of his hands on my face to change the angle of the kiss.
I could smell his aftershave and his masculine scent. My brain started to get cloudy.
“Signore…” I shrieked when he suddenly swung me up in his arms and walked towards the bedroom.
Wait, what’s going on here? Aren’t things moving too fast here?
He threw me on the massive bed unceremoniously. Really, this man needs some lessons in manners. “Signore…” I uttered again as I tried to sit on the bed. “We need to talk, this is…”
“I thought you didn’t want to talk, Francesca mia?” Marco Orsini said as he started to remove his tuxedo jacket.
My mouth went dry. Uh-oh.
“Signore.”
“It’s Marco, darling.” He said seductively when he also crawled in bed on top of me. I shrunk back in the bed. “Say it…”
“Marco…” I repeated breathlessly. He’s too close for my comfort.
That’s when he started to kiss me again deeper than the last one he’d given me in the living room. And then his hands started to travel on my body.
Is this the right time to tell him that…
“Marco. I need to tell you something.”
He stopped kissing me and straightened his back but my legs were still trapped in between his. He started to remove his crisp white shirt. Oh my…
“I will wipe every man you have taken to bed since your husband’s death from your memory starting tonight.” He declared harshly, like an ancient Roman emperor eyeing his newly acquired concubine. “Starting tonight the only lover you will take will be me.”
His broad chest was well defined as well as the rest of his body.
He started kissing me again, making love to my mouth, seducing me slowly, as his hands finally found the zipper of my gown and began to unzip it slowly.
I forced myself to remove my mouth from his.
“Marco, I need to tell you that—”
“Later.” Marco answered, removing his trousers. Sweet Lord, his shaft stood proudly inside his boxers. “We have all night.” All night…sounds more of a threat than a promise.
“So beautiful.” He breathed when his eyes feasted on my half-naked state. I mentally scream at his audacious stare. “More beautiful than I imagined. I’ve imagined you naked here in my bed for months.”
Suddenly, I want to laugh. But this is not the time, I need to tell him something important here. “Marco…” I nearly went out of my skin when he touched my feminine core. “Marco…”
I didn’t know what happened or how it happened, when I looked again into his magnificent eyes I was completely naked in front of him.
“You are mine, Francesca. Mine.” He announced as he removed his boxers. My mouth went dry at his proud length.
Madre del Dio!.
He kissed me slowly this time, sweeter as if this is the first time. He kissed me with such gentleness I was shocked to feel a strange pain between my legs. I couldn’t help but moan.
“What the…”
The look on his face was comical. I would have laughed if not for the pain I was experiencing right now. “H-how’s that possible?! You were…married!.”
“Lorenzo told me that he would wait for our wedding night before…” I told him between the hot tears that threatened to fall from my eyes. “He never bothered to seduce his young bride because he’d been busy with…”
“Shh…” Marco Orsini wiped my tears and kissed me gently. “It’s okay. I promise it will be okay soon.” He cooed and started to move inside me. The feeling was strange but…
“Marco…” I writhed beneath him as he changed his tempo and his thrusts became faster and harder, each plunge leaving me breathless.
“Francesca, dearest…”
“Marco…”
I knew he was coming, I ran my nails across his back to encourage him and hooked my legs on his waist. Suddenly, I felt hot liquid spread through my womb as he spilled his seed inside me. “My beautiful ice queen.”
He kissed me gently on the lips before falling onto my side. He placed his arms on my waist securely and hugged me from behind. We stayed like that until we fell asleep.
The next morning, the first thing I noticed was the strange room and that I am on a strange bed and an arm was securely placed across my middle.
I slowly turned around to look at the peacefully sleeping Marco beside me. A blush spread through my cheeks as I remembered last night’s events.
Marco Orsini had made love to me again and again and again.
I didn’t realize that a man had that much energy to burn during the night.
I carefully removed his hand from my waist trying not to wake him.
I tiptoed from the bed and carefully picked my undergarments and discarded gown off the floor. I felt like a teenager in the morning after last night’s hookups.
I silently dressed and forced myself to leave the sleeping Marco in his penthouse.
When I woke up I felt like a different person. Maybe because this morning when I woke up I am no longer a virgin. I had remained a virgin at the age of twenty-eight.
After my husband’s death I never took lovers or dated again.
So why lose your virginity to him? A voice inside my head asked.
I don’t know the answer to that. I still don’t know the answer to that question as I ride a cab on my way home.
Once I arrived at my penthouse, my decision was resolute.
I needed a break. I need a break from all of this.
I need to get away from Italy for a few days or weeks, after that I will sort this mess I’ve made.
I dialed someone on the phone, and after a few rings.
“Hi, mama. It’s me, I’m coming for a visit.”
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