The Wrong Moreti

Chapter 005: The Reception.

Sapphire’s POV.

Nico nudged his body against mine again, while that stupid, delicious grin of his was still etched on his face like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

He was enjoying this so much. The bastard was definitely enjoying every second of this moment. Watching me squirm like I was the joke in some private game only he knew the rules to.

The power had shifted, and now he was the one playing with fire while I stood there burning.

The panic was there, real and loud, but so was the heat. And he could feel it. He could feel how much I still wanted him, and he was getting high off it.

Marrying Salvatore was bad enough. But being stuck with Nico as a stepson? I was so, so screwed.

“Sapphire, are you there?” Alessia’s voice hit me like a cold bucket of water, and I gasped before I could stop myself.

Nico didn’t flinch. Instead, his grin deepened as he leaned in closer like he was about to finish what he started.

He didn’t let go, not even a little. His fingers were still inside me. Deep and curled just right, his thumb resting heavy on my c**t.

“Go ahead,” he whispered, and his voice brushed over my neck like a warning. “Tell your little friend I’m here finger-f*****g you, I dare you.”

He looked down at me and gave me a slow cruel smile. I tried to pull away but he only held me tighter.

His fingers started to move again. A lazy stroke after another.

My breath hitched and I grabbed his wrist, trying to stop him but nothing worked.

“Sapphire?” Alessia knocked harder. The handle rattled. “Open up. I’m worried.”

Nico ignored her and continued f*****g me with his fingers. Slow at first, deep strokes. Then faster.

I shook my head so much as my eyes kept begging even though I didn’t know for what exactly. To stop? Or not to stop.

“I’m getting a key,” Alessia said outside before I heard her footsteps hurrying away.

Nico’s eyes stayed on mine. “Good,” he said low. “Now we have time.”

He sped up now as his thumb crept circling my c**t roughly while his fingers kept hitting that spot over and over.

I clawed at his shoulders, tried to hold on, tried not to make a sound. But little whimpers slipped out anyway.

He watched my face. Like he was memorizing every second.

“You’re close,” he said. “I feel it.”

I was. God, I was.

Footsteps came back followed by voices in the hall.

Still, Nico didn’t stop. He went even harder and faster. Like he wanted them to walk in on this.

I was breaking.

My body arched and a choked cry tore out of me before I could stop it. My p***y clenched around his fingers hard as I orgasmed. But he kept moving and drawing it out until I sagged against him with my legs feeling like jelly.

Only then did he pull his hand free, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them clean. Slowly while his eyes locked on mine.

“Go downstairs like this,” he said in a rough voice. “Flushed. Shaking. Wet between your legs. Let my father see what his new wife really looks like after she’s been freshly finger fucked.”

The lock clicked at that exact moment and my head snapped to the door and back to us. I was still in his arms.

I gave him a look that was full-on begging. He might be Salvatore’s son, but if someone caught us like this, only one of us would survive.

The door pushed open and right when I thought he’d chosen suicide, he shoved me off him like I was nothing.

Like I disgusted him.

I stumbled back, barely catching my balance. My chest was heaving, and the sudden cold from where his body used to be was almost painful.

I knew I looked a mess. My face was flushed, my hair probably out of place, my lips definitely off. I could feel it all.

Alessia finally stepped in and looked between us, her eyes narrowing.

“Sapphire, you—” she started, but stopped.

She didn’t have to finish. The look in her eyes said enough. She saw something. She knew something.

Nico turned to me with a wicked look in his eyes. He was proud of himself. Smug.

“I just came to say hello to my new stepmother,” he said with that lazy voice of his. “There have been so many that it’s hard to remember the faces without a proper introduction.”

He laughed. Like he’d just cracked a joke and the whole world was in on it.

Then he walked out, slow and unbothered, like he hadn’t just completely wrecked me.

Alessia watched him leave, and I could see the way her eyes followed him. She looked like she wanted to melt.

I didn’t blame her. He looked like s*x and danger in one perfect body.

When she finally turned to face me again, her expression had changed. She was trying to figure me out.

“Why didn’t you open the door?” she asked.

I smoothed my dress. Legs still trembling.

“I tried to but I think the door jammed from outside and then I realised it’s very much sound proofed, he’d been helping me with it before you opened it, thank goodness.” I rambled on in a shaky voice.

“Hm… but are you okay though?” she asked slowly. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.

I nodded. Too fast.

“Yeah. I’m fine. Just a little out of it. Nervous maybe. It’s a big day after all,” I said quickly, hoping I sounded normal.

She didn’t look convinced, but she nodded anyway.

“Alright. If you say so, but it’s normal to be nervous. You’re married to one of the most powerful men in the country.Let’s go already, everyone is waiting for you downstairs.” .

I followed her. Thighs slick. Body still buzzing.

Every step reminded me what he’d done, of what I’d let him do but I’ve not come this far to let him ruin me.

I had the cards now. Maybe not the best ones, but they were mine. And I was going to play the hell out of them.

But then, the second I stepped into the ballroom, all my fake confidence vanished.

It was packed. Loud. Glowing with wealth and danger. The air reeked of perfume and cigars. The laughter was too loud. Too sharp.

Every eye turned to me.

My feet nearly stumbled, but I caught myself. Barely.

The men were smiling, smug and slow, like they were looking at a new toy. Just another pretty little gold-digger marrying an old rich man.

I could feel what they thought of me without them saying a word.

The women were worse. Cold glances. Tight smiles. Pretending they didn’t care, but I could see it in their eyes.

Jealousy. Disgust. Hate.

A lot of them had been born into this life. I hadn’t. That alone made me a threat. An outsider. A joke.

And Salvatore was the biggest prize in the room.

I lifted my chin. I couldn’t let them see me sweat. Not now.

Then I felt it, his hand.

Salvatore wrapped his hand around my waist and pulled me in close.

“Cara Mia,” he whispered in my ear, his breath hot. “You cleaned up really nice.”

It took everything in me not to flinch. His touch felt wrong. Too tight. Too rehearsed. Like a performance.

He pulled me closer, and my body screamed to get away, but I didn’t move.

I smiled. Even though I didn’t feel it, I still smiled.

I was no longer Sapphire.

I was Mrs. Moreti now.

I had to act like it.

“Gentlemen,” Salvatore said loudly, raising his glass. “This marriage is the merging of two powerful families. A bond that’ll only strengthen us.”

It was all for show. My family had nothing. I was the offer. The transaction.

“And speaking of family,” he said, turning, “here he comes.”

I looked too.

My chest locked.

Nico.

He walked in like the room belonged to him. Calm. Cold. Unreadable.

I couldn’t breathe. Our eyes met.

And for a second, time stopped. Everyone disappeared.

It was just me and him.

But then he looked away.

Like I was nothing. Like he hadn’t just given me an orgasm seconds ago.

Salvatore’s hand tightened on my waist.

“Sapphire, Cara Mia, meet my son,” he said.

I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t say anything.

Nico’s eyes flicked back to me. His expression was unreadable, but it cut me anyway.

“Dad,” he muttered.

Then his gaze locked on mine again.

“My new stepmother?” he asked, voice slow and almost mocking.

“Pleasure to meet you.”

Liar.

There was no pleasure here.

Only fire.

And I was already burning.