Crimson Embrace

Chapter3

Dante's Point of View

I am surprised that she kissed me first, but I quickly recover, as I wrap my hand around her neck, just the way I remember she used to like, but a lot can change in ten years, so I loosen it, and look at her.

She whimpers, basically placing my hands on her neck, I laugh out loud like I just won the lottery.

I push her against the wall, making love to her mouth, hoping she remembers, hoping I remember.

"Dante." She gasps when I take a part of her beautiful milk, porcelain-like skin in my mouth, sucking in, hoping to leave a hickey.

She wraps her hands around my neck, one getting lost in my hair and the hand around her neck loosens as she pulls my hair.

Our bodies are meeting like old friends, we have been very much acquainted.

Lust flowing through my veins at an alarming rate, I push her back softly and her whiskey-coloured eyes look at me, mirroring back my lust, we fit.

Wrapping my hand around her waist, I lift her and she clings to me, her legs around my waist, pressing against my length, making me groan, as I wrap my hands around her halo, this f*****g hair, in my dream.

I smile at her, wasting away for me. I slam her on the bed, center her at the edge, and then fall to my knees, getting ready to feast.

_____

The sunlight seeps into my closed eyes, and I groan, waking up, smiling as I remember all the ways I danced last night, till midnight. All the sounds she made, the way I made her dance, the way she made me.

"Jesus Christ on a Motorbike, can someone close the f*****g blinds?" She mutters, then falls right back to sleep.

I smile, getting up, closing the curtains, walking to the bathroom, to dry away under the shower, thinking about the various ways we go from here.

I hadn't seen Mila in ten years, since she broke up with me because of something she thinks she knew or saw. I was very surprised when my Mother brought up the idea.

_____ "Mother, I am quite busy now." I say when she walked in, glancing up from the laptop for a split second.

"I am quite aware of that, close the laptop, your mother is here." She says, sitting before me, and I sigh, closing the laptop.

"What is it?" I frown at her, my hands clasped before me.

My mother is Catherine Biogra, she was born to a very powerful but weak father who lost all her family's wealth, she watched her mother work for it, and she became a very powerful and scary woman.

She rules and oversees every decision that our company makes, which means the losses and reviews do not pass her by.

"I have found a wife for you." She says and I narrow my eyes at her.

"Tell me," I say, Indulging her.

"She is Mila Dove Morandi." She says, and my pen gets snapped into two.

"No."

"It wasn't a question." She says, dusting her suit.

"You are a thirty-five years old man, who, when I step down, will take charge. The masses need to trust you, and we are losing two very important demographic, the married and old folks, they don't like you, still, see the f**k boy you pretend to be."

"We will reform your image. Mila is a beautiful and gentle girl, she was on the news last week, leading her family's company into glory, I want that."

"Mila is not gentle." I laugh dryly.

"I don't give a f**k. You will marry Mila Morandi, I know her, I trust her, I used to know her, and would like to know her more, up close."

"If I refuse?" I say, and she laughs.

"There's no 'or', no threat, my love. You will marry Mila Dove Morandi." ______

Here I am, married to Mila.

I walk out of the bathroom to see her seated on the bed, in a bad mood.

"Morning," I say, cautious.

"Morning." She says.

"We are having an early lunch, then flying back to New York," I say, and she nods, walking to the bathroom without a word.

Well, I knew it was a one-time thing. I will diligently delete last night from my memory.

______

"Shall we." She says, walking out in a dress I have now known to be satin.

"Yes," I say, walking towards the car.

"Have a nice day, Mrs. Morandi." The valet says and my blood boils.

"Thank you, Xavier."

Does she know his f*****g name?

"She is Mrs. Gambino." I snap, and he practically runs away, better run.

"I am not taking your last name, Dante." She says cooly as Matt drives.

"You are, it's not up for discussion," I say, with a note of finality, but all she does is laugh.

"Do not overplay your role, Dante. You are my husband on paper only, and for your f****d up image, I am not taking your last name. Take away every delusion from your head."

I stare at her, my blood boiling.

"You were saying something different last night, love." I mock and she glares at me.

"I have no delusions. I never wanted to be married to you, Mila. You will take my last name." I say, getting out of the car, opening her door, and taking her hand, we are newlyweds after all, we must be obsessed with each other.

______

"Here are the newlyweds!" My brother Carlo whistles and I groan, he needs to shut the f**k up.

"Quiet, Carlo," Mom says, and I smile as we walk closer. She is sitting at the head of the table, while Love’s parents are at the other end.

"Congratulations, Dante." Her Father Leonardo says, when I greet him, her Mother smiles at me.

"Are you okay, Milly?" Her Sister, Isabella asks, and I glance at my Wife.