Married Off To The Devil

FROM AFAR.

ALEXEI.

I’d followed Bella after they left the Conti house half an hour ago. I parked across the street and watched them go into the boutique twenty minutes ago.

And I was still sitting here in my rental, a cigarette to my lips, and my c**k harder than granite.

And all because of Bella Conti, my soon-to-be, barely legal wife who was f*****g gorgeous.

To be honest, I’d been f*****g surprised at how beautiful she was. Because Vincenzo Conti wasn’t exactly a looker, not with his squat stature, overweight girth, and the arrogance that made him even uglier.

But once I’d seen Bella step out of her house, an older version of her following behind, I’d instantly felt the stab of lust at the sight of my eighteen year old fiancé.

She had one lithe, tight thick body, long black hair that brushed along her waist with every step she took, and then there was her flawless olive skin tone.

My d**k had been hard since then, stabbing against the zipper of my jeans, and the fucker hadn’t gone down this entire time.

I hadn’t seen her since she walked into the storefront, my fingers itching to reach down and pull my d**k out and jerk off just to ease the pressure in my balls. Her being gorgeous as f**k would sure as hell make this marriage far more bearable.

I brought the cigarette back to my lips and inhaled, pulled it away to exhale, then flicked the ash out the crack in the window.

I finished off the cigarette and made sure it was stubbed out before throwing it away. I focused on the store as I reached in my pocket for a pack of gum just as my cell phone went off.

After popping in a couple pieces of spearmint gum, I answered the call without looking at who it was. I knew it was Pavel. He was the only asshole who had this number, and the only one who had the balls to call me.

“Yeah?” I barked out into the receiver and felt my body tense just as Bella came toward the glass, her focus on the street, her long dark hair draped over one shoulder.

All I could think about was the depraved, nasty things I wanted to do to her, how I’d tangle all that silky hair in my fist and yank her head back and bared throat. I’d bite at that creamy neck, leaving marks so everyone saw she was mine.

We didn’t need love or comfort. We only needed hardcore lust, and I sure as f**k had that in spades.

Visions of her on her knees with me forcing my c**k in her mouth, down her throat, hearing her gag, feeling her muscles work against my shaft as I skull f****d her and told her how she was my dirty little w***e.

Only mine though. I’d never let anyone else have her, touch her, or even f*****g look at her. I was a territorial fucker, proprietary, and Bella would be mine in every single f*****g way that mattered.

If I pulled fingernails off some asshole for cutting me off in traffic, the psychotic s**t I’d do to someone who even thought lewd things about Bella, I’d skin them alive.

As if she heard my thoughts, her head turned in my direction.

I knew she couldn’t actually see me, not with the deeply tinted windows, but she was smart, had intuition and instinct to know she was being watched.

Even from a distance I could see how blue her eyes were, and I let my gaze linger down the slender swatch of her throat, down to the V-cut of her dress, and took in the feminine definition of her collarbones. Her breasts were on the bigger side, but fit her thick form to perfection.

I reached down and adjusted my c**k, gritting my teeth at how badly I wanted to jerk off right now.

“Are you even listening to me?” I focused on my brother and rested my head back on the seat.

“What?”

“Where are you?” Pavel growled.

“Out.” I found myself looking back at the storefront, furrowing my brow when I didn’t see Bella standing there any longer.

“Yeah, asshole, obviously. Where? You left early and you know we have s**t to do, reasons why we are even out here.”

“Yeah, I f*****g know.” My voice was just as clipped as Pavel’s. But my focus wasn’t on the whys or reasons we were here.

I was solely focused on wanting another glimpse of my little Italian again.

I was now anxiously awaiting the weekend to get the wedding date set in place and to be in the same room as her. My c**k twitched again as I thought about what would happen after that.

On the wedding night. I’m going to f*****g ruin her in the dirtiest way. I’m going to make her addicted to my touches, the smell of me, the very sight of me.

She’ll be like Pavlov’s f*****g dog, her p***y getting wet and primed at just the thought of me walking up to her. I shouldn’t have been thinking about soiling such a beautiful, vulnerable girl.

I knew she was innocent in all ways, the Cosa Nostra notorious for keeping their women under lock and key, their chastity intact to be used and sold off.

“I’d ask if you’re watching Vincenzo, but I know that’s not the case since I have a few guys doing that,” Pavel drawled and my focus was snagged once more at the front of the store, as if getting a glimpse of my breakable looking future wife got me off.

“I hope like hell you’re not being a f*****g creep and stalking Conti’s daughter.” I smirked even though he couldn’t see me.

“And if I am being a stalker? What do you care what I do? Not like you haven’t done some questionable things, big brother.” I kept my voice void of emotion.

I felt my muscles tighten as the door to the store opened and one of the guards stepped out. Vincenzo’s wife Giovanna followed, her cell phone pressed to her ear, her mouth moving as she looked over her shoulder.

“I don’t care. Just reminding you I don’t want your crazy ass ruining this.” I growled low and narrowed my eyes.

“f**k off. I know how important this union is. Hell, who’s idea was it, Pavel?” My brother snorted.

“Just making sure you know what's at stake and the end goal, and that’s not getting your d**k wet.” Oh, that was for sure f*****g part of it, and as if my c**k agreed, the big length jerked once more behind my zipper.

I watched as Bella was the next to leave the boutique, the wind picking up and blowing the long fall of her dark hair around her face, the fabric of her modest dress molding to her body so I could make out the curves of her waist, the mounds of her breasts… and that feminine indentation between her legs.

At this rate I’d come right in my jeans without even having to touch the fucker.

“I’ll be where I need to be. Don’t worry.” I ended the call before Pavel could hammer me with any more questions, and shoved the phone back in my pocket.

When Bella and her guard were out of the store, the door closing behind them, they all started walking down the street.

I noticed how Dimitri, her weak as f**k little guard didn’t even stop himself from checking out my fiancé’s ass.

I’d have to remember to give him two black eyes for that s**t. When Bella suddenly stopped I trained my focus back on her.

Her shoulders pulled back as she looked up and down the street.

A slow, predatory grin spread across my face. I got off on her very evident apprehension. Her gaze skated over the rental I was in, staring at it for just a second before she looked away.

She felt me. I wasn’t done following her, watching her… thinking about all the filthy, degrading things I’d do to her.

She’d cry for me and I’d lick her tears, drag my tongue along her face and taste all that f*****g fear and sadness.

Maybe all of that shouldn’t have brought me as much pleasure as it did, knowing she was uneasy right now because she could sense my gaze on her, probably felt that sliver of fear, that tingle of warning.

Oh… I was going to have fun with her.