THE BRIDE - By Shaxee
Chapter 30
Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye. - H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
FLASHBACK:
Marco Orsini’s POV
I played the part of being the attentive fiancé to the woman in my arms. Laila and I were now talking to a group of businessman. I smiled smugly when I remembered the shock on my grandparents face when I introduced Laila as my betrothed.
Nonna couldn’t believe what she’s seeing. I could see in her eyes the disbelief as her devious plan crumbled before her very eyes.
Serves you right, a voice inside my head whispered at that moment. Everything was running smoothly until the cold-hearted widow arrived. My eyes instantly narrowed that the sight of Francesca.
What the hell is she wearing? I asked myself furiously. I frowned thunderously in her direction.
Haven’t we talked about how she was supposed to dress at parties like this one? How come my lectures fell on deaf ears?
Dio, one of these days I will really invade her closet and burn all this kind of immoral dress.
I am staring to suffer from an unwanted headache because of this aggravating woman. She wore a bright yellow evening dress—the front was covered from neck to the heels no cleavage this time thank goodness but the back…I cursed long and hard, only a thread of patience was keeping me from slugging the men at the party gaping at her.
What’s with Francesca and her back? I asked silently. Why did she have a habit of showing it to the public so these b-----ds can drool over her? The backside of her damnable gown was open down to her spine and she had this broochlike pin on the fabric so male eyes will immediately notice the sparkling thing just above her bottom.
I shook my head in disbelief. I swear this woman will be the death of me.
“I smell jealousy.” The woman in my arms taunted once we were left alone near the fountain.
I glared at her darkly in a way that made my employees shake with fear. “I don’t know what you are talking about, Laila.”
“Oh, really?” The Sicilian princess grinned in my direction, completely ignoring my dark mood. “Then it must be the wine you are drinking. It has nothing to do with the woman who just arrived, isn’t that right?”
“You’re too astute for your own good, princess.” I informed her sarcastically hoping to prick her Sicilian ego.
“Just like my Patri has always said.” She replied with a mischievous smile on her aristocratic face as she eyed the progressing party. “Oh, look.” She whispered softly. “Smile, your nonna is approaching us with a beautiful woman in tow.”
I eyed the women who approached our direction. A frown formed on my face when I saw that the woman walking with my grandmother was none other than Lucca’s wife—the Russian-American heiress, Tatiana Rostova-Cavelli.
So she was my grandmother’s cohort then. I wonder if Lucca knew anything about this association his wife had with Nonna.
“Hello, Marco. Laila.” My grandmother said pleasantly. “Are you enjoying the party?”
How about you Nonna? I asked silently eyeing my grandmother. I could see a smile lurking in her sharp eyes.
Nonna ignored my dark looks and continued to chat amiably with Laila. “Dear, I don’t believe you have met the new Duchessa di Caprielle, Tatiana Cavelli.” She performed the introduction. “Your Excellency, this is Signorina Laila Fiorenza, Marco’s fiancée.”
“Hello,” The duchess greeted in her all-American accent as she extended her hands toward my date. “Nice to finally meet Marco’s fiancée.”
“Likewise, Your Excellency.” Laila smiled regally as she took the offered hands of the duchess.
My eyes narrowed at these two women who just invaded us. I knew they were plotting something from the look in their expressive eyes. I have to be on my guard in case they decided to attack. These women were known for being sneaky. They have a talent of making men dance to their tune, I intend to escape that same fate those hapless men suffered.
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But as I mulled over my strategy towards these two cunning women my gaze snapped back to the woman who was behind my entire dilemma. I nearly leapt to her side to slug every man who surrounded her and were making her laugh.
An egregious transgression. Do they have a death wish? I will gladly deliver them to their maker now.
I fished out my mobile phone and type something before sending it. A few moments later. “Something has come up.” I told this group of women. “Nonna, please keep Laila company until I get back.”
Without waiting for Nonna’s reply I went to the entrance of the Orsini manor. All I need to do is wait for her inside.
END OF FLASHBACK:
Francesca Marcolini’s POV
I gasped as my evening dress leave my body. Here now I am again half-naked in front of him. This is all where it started and I don’t think I like the ending of it.
I swatted his hand when they started to travel up my b----t. Really, this man is unbelievable. How could I allow him have his way like this with my body?
“Ouch…” He said, removing his hand off my body, glaring at me. “That hurt.”
“What are you doing?” I asked him coldly. I will never ever let him make love to me again. I will tell him that he can’t use my body whenever he feels the urge.
“Can’t you see I’m setting the mood here?”
I swatted him again this time on his arms.
“Aw, that’s not funny, Francesca.” He said rubbing his arm while frowning at me. “What is wrong with you, woman?”
I glared at him frostily. Completely forgot that I stood here half-naked. “You cannot just tumble in bed with me whenever you want, Signore.”
“Ah, the signature coldness with which you address me that I love so much is back with a vengeance.”
I threw him my darkest glare. “I am serious here, Marco. Besides, you have a fiancée now. What will she say about you if she learned about this? I have gone to great lengths in order to find that woman for you do not sabotage things.”
He smirked like a man he thought he could get anything he wants from life. “If didn’t know better I would assume you are jealous, Francesca.”
I snorted looking away from his intense eyes while my heart rate accelerated. “I don’t know what you are talking about, Marco.”
“I’m not yet engaged to her, darling.”
Deep within my heart a flicker of hope springs out of nowhere, I tried to squash it. “It doesn’t matter. Do you gamble your inheritance from your grandfather just to fill your hunger? What if Laila Fiorenza backs out from your engagement? You will lose your position as the CEO of the Orsini Industries.”
“What if I do not marry her?” He whispered softly in my neck. I could feel his hot breath on my sensitive skin. “What if I marry you instead? Will you say yes?”
My heart practically stopped at his words. I drew back to stare at his eyes. There was no teasing or cynicism in their depth just some emotions I could not fathom.
“Stop playing games with me, Marco.” I told him painfully. I don’t want to hope on his words I couldn’t survive it when…
“I am not playing games with you.” He said in his most solemn voice. He gave me an ardent kiss like it was the only time he will be able to kiss me. He scooped me in his arms like a five-year-old child. “I’ll show you.”
“Marco!” I protested as he walked further inside the dark room. Oh, what room is this? What if someone barged in unannounced and sees us like this.
“Put me down!”
“Shh…” He said sympathetically. “Lower your voice, my darling. Someone might hear you outside.”
“Marco…”
He placed me on the lid of the piano, his eyes glittered with desire. He started to give me fiery little kisses from my mouth, neck to the valley of my b----t, my stomach and he licked my navel! “I’ll show you how much I want you, Francesca.”
“What—” My protest struck in my throat when he removed my panty. Sweet lord, what now?
“Marco…”
“Keep still, darling. Try not to make a noise.” That’s the only warning I got from him before he started to devour the very heart of my femininity. Oh, sweet mother of God, I will die from the sensation of his mouth and tongue playing with my labia. I bite my lips, preventing the sound coming from me.
“Marco…oh, Marco…please…please….” I muttered incoherently. I didn’t know if I wanted him to stop or
encourage him more. “Oh, god…”
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Finally, after like an eternity of lapping me he removed his mouth from my feminine part. I was limp on the piano lid. He bodily removed me from the lid and placed me on the piano bench. He started to remove his clothes.
“What are you doing?” I asked him weakly.
“I’m going to finish it.” He said as he discarded his boxer briefs. My mouth went dry as I see his manhood rigid with hardness.
“Oh no, you are not.” I managed to say looking away from his proud length. “We’ve been tempting fate for awhile now. You have not being using protection since.”
Marco groaned loudly. “I don’t have a condom with me now, Francesca. Do you want me to crawl all the way to the pharmacy right this moment? I promise to withdraw before I reach the finish line, darling.”
“Are you sure?” I eyed him seriously.
“Yes…” He answered abruptly. He didn’t wait for my reply before he shoved inside me. I moaned when I
felt his length deep inside me. He started to move faster and harder. I gripped the edge of my seat as I accepted his furious onslaught. Oh my God, I might die with this feeling. When I feel that he’s near, my orgasm hit me. I bite my lips to keep from groaning loudly…and then I feel the hot liquid inside me.
Oh, not again! He promised me!
“Marco…!” I said disapprovingly as he remained inside me. He was breathing hard while he slumped on top of me.
“I love you, Francesca.” My heart stopped beating in my chest.
