The Mafia's Innocent Bride

My innocent bride

Maximo's POV.

I was pacing around the hall, waiting for Rosa. My eyes kept glancing at the watch impatiently. Mom had said she went with Mariya to the salon to get ready. My anxiety increased with every passing second, and my wife was spending her time in a salon. Was she really looking forward to this night? I took a deep breath and shook my hands down to the sides to release the tension.

Shït. How was this going to happen?!

My head snapped toward the sound of giggling and laughing coming from the corridor. Mariya and Rosa came back. Mariya whispered something in Rosa's ear before they giggled, covering their mouths.

As soon as my eyes landed on my wife's alluring appearance, I forgot to blink, and my breathing stopped. She wore a white knee-length dress, transparent and revealing enough, yet hiding some parts teasingly, making my imagination go wild.

She stopped at some distance, still busy talking to Mariya. The thing was I was seeing her in a sexy dress for the first time, and I had to admit that the makeup and hairstyle made her look more stunning today. Her long blond hair curled at the bottom and cascaded down her shoulders, looking so soft and smooth. My fingers itched to touch them and feel how silky they would be wrapped around my fist. The light makeup highlighted her pretty features. I couldn't move and kept staring at her.

Her eyes met mine, and she lowered her lashes when she caught me checking her out. A pink color spread over her cheeks.

"Rosa looks very beautiful, doesn't she, Max?" Mariya's amused voice reached my ears. Then I realized I had been gawking at my wife.

I closed my mouth, and some drool escaped from the corner. This was the first time I had felt embarrassed ogling a girl—not just any girl, but Rosa: the girl I thought could never captivate me. Where had this hot girl been hiding inside that nerd for so long? And why had she concealed herself behind those unattractive clothes? She was truly... beautiful.

I was relieved that Mom and Dad weren't there; otherwise, it might have been more awkward for both of us.

"So, are you ready? Can we leave?" I asked my wife.

She nodded, still blushing, but she avoided looking at me.

I sighed and held out my hand. She slowly placed her hand in mine.

"Best wishes to the new couple. Have a great night!" Mariya winked.

Rosa gasped and stared at Mariya with wide eyes.

"Mariya!" I warned her.

Couldn't she see how uncomfortable she was making it for us? She was only making the situation more difficult.

Mariya raised her hand, shrugging her shoulders. She giggled, shaking her head slowly.

My twin sister was evil, and she enjoyed intentionally teasing me. I would deal with her later. However, this time, I had another girl to think about. I glanced at Rosa, and she was looking everywhere but at me. I gently wrapped my fingers around her small hand and led her towards the car parking lot.

My bodyguard rushed to open the door, but I gestured for him to stop. I opened the door for Rosa and assisted her in sitting inside the car. After closing the door, I went to the other side. My bodyguard was already present there and quickly opened the door for me. I stepped inside, sitting beside Rosa. We sat there in silence as the car took us to the hotel.

For the first time in my life, I was speechless and had nothing to start a conversation with her.

I stole some glances at Rosa. She was staring out of the window and didn't even look in my direction, not even once.

As soon as we arrived at the hotel, the manager rushed toward us. "Welcome to our hotel, Mr. Leonardi," he greeted.

"We have a booking," I informed him.

"Oh yes! Please come with me. We need to complete some formalities, Mr. Leonardi," he said and glanced at Rosa.

I frowned as I didn't like the way he looked at my wife. I wrapped my arms around Rosa's shoulder possessively, pulling her closer. I vaguely heard her inhale sharply. "She is my wife, Mrs. Rosa Maximo Leonardi," I introduced to the manager. "Welcome, Mrs. Leonardi," the manager greeted with a grin.

He led us to the reception counter and handed me a key. "This is your key, and the suite is ready. We've made all the special arrangements as per your instructions, Mr. Leonardi," the manager informed, grinning. I huffed, thinking about Mariya and her mischievous plans. "I am sorry for bothering you, but you must sign some papers for formality. The hotel has certain rules, and we must follow them," he hesitated before sharing.

I nodded and passed the key card to Rosa. "You go to the room and make yourself comfortable. I am coming after signing some papers," I told her softly, and she nodded shyly. I watched her go with a hotel staff member who ushered her to our suite.

Once again, it was the first time in my life that I was clueless about how to begin this. I had done it before, many times. But not with a girl I had bullied throughout my whole life. I had never done it with a girl who was nervous and scared of me. I had no idea how to initiate anything with her when I had nothing to talk to her about. It was also my first time as a married man, and I didn't know what my wife expected from me. Regardless, I had to do this. I didn't realize that I had been standing outside the suite for a long time.

I took a deep breath to calm my anxious heart and pushed the door open; it wasn't locked. Stepping inside the room, I found Rosa sitting on the bed. She raised her head, looking at me with her innocent eyes. However, she instantly looked away, fidgeting with her fingers and biting her lips – clearly nervous.

Shït!

That was not a good start. Girls used to jump on me, and here my wife didn't even look at me.

"The room is nice," I remarked, attempting to initiate a conversation. I glanced around before returning my gaze to Rosa. The room had been specially prepared for newlywed couples. Scented candles were placed everywhere, a bottle of champagne and two glasses were set on the table along with chocolates and strawberries, and some bouquets were kept beside the table. I noticed a box of flavored condoms on the bedside table. My d**k twitched at the thought that we might not need to use them.

Rosa also looked around the room and nodded subtly. I shook my head, realizing that I would need to put in more effort to elicit a verbal response from her. Just two days prior, she had been chatting in my home office as if she wouldn't stop blabbering. Now, not a word was coming out of her mouth.

"Mariya has good taste. What do you think?" I asked, my eyes attentively watching Rosa's reaction. Finally, she looked at me and smiled shyly before replying, "Hmmm."

I cautiously approached her and took a seat beside her. Alright, it was time for some action.

"So, how would you like it?" I asked straightforwardly, my gaze fixed on her.

If it hadn't been for Rosa, I wouldn't have even brought it up. I was well aware of what appeals to a girl's preferences.

"Huh?" She looked perplexed.

I took a deep breath before exhaling sharply, shifting closer.

"I mean... how do you prefer to have s*x? Rough or gentle? Slow or fast? Your favorite position..." I had to pause because her eyes widened with shock and horror, her lips parting in a gasp. Her face turned red.

"I... I haven't really thought about it," she whispered.

Was she serious? What had she expected when she agreed to come here with me? Did she think we were going to play cricket in this hotel room?!

"You... are you ready, right? You know we're here to consummate our marriage?" I needed to know.

I didn't want to pressure her. If she declined to have s*x with me, I would leave the room and figure out what to communicate to our parents.

However, she didn't respond and remained silent, bowing her head, looking at her lap, and fidgeting with her fingers.

"You're not interested," I stated, shaking my head.

I should have known it. She was never comfortable around me. Her body language showed how nervous and scared she was. Everyone was stupid to think she would be okay with the arrangement. I winced at the thought and was about to get up.

Rosa grabbed my hand and blurted out, "No! I... I want this." Her voice was merely a whisper. But I heard it, and a wave of relief coursed through me. I smirked at her blushing face. She looked so pretty.

"Good, because we both have to work on it," I smiled, looking at her flushed face.

"Do you?" She asked all of a sudden.

"What?" I frowned.

"Umm... Do you... want this?" She asked, biting her lips hesitantly.

I turned to face her completely and cupped her face in my hands. I was always ready for sêx.

"Yes, I am ready to consummate our marriage," I murmured and leaned forward. Her eyes showed panic as her breathing hitched.

"I... I... want to... I have to use the bathroom," she blurted out in a hurry.

I sighed, leaving her. She quickly got up and rushed toward the bathroom. I waited for her for a while, but she did not come out of the bathroom. It was more than half an hour, and it seemed she planned to stay inside forever.

When my patience ran out, I knocked on the door, but she didn't respond.

"Rosa, open the door," I knocked again.

"Give... give me a minute," her nervous reply came. I exhaled loudly and knocked again.

"Open the f*****g door right now," I ordered impatiently.

I heard the clicking sound of the door unlocking. Rosa looked at me with concern, chewing on her lips. I quickly entered and pulled her into my arms. She squealed, causing me to furrow my brow.

What the hell did she want?

"Last chance! If you want to stop it, speak quickly. Tell me!" Impatience surged through me as having her in my arms turned me on.

She didn't speak and kept her gaze down. However, I could hear her heart thumping loudly. She was breathing heavily, her pink and plump lips parted, inviting me to kiss them passionately until she forgot her name.

"Do you want to back out?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows as I gently lifted her head.

She shook her head frantically, looking at me with her big nervous doe eyes.

"So why are you nervous, doll?" I asked in an amused tone.

"You're going to kiss me!" She exclaimed breathlessly.

I chuckled. "I'm going to do much more than just kiss you. I'll lick and kiss your entire body until you melt in my arms. So, this is your last chance. Tell me whether you want this or not."

I gave her the final warning because I wouldn't stop once we started.

She nodded.

"In your own words, doll," I panted, breathless.

"Y... Yes, I want this," she whispered slowly.

I got what I needed. Without waiting another second, I grabbed her nape and pressed my lips to hers.

She froze at first, closing her eyes. I felt her shuddering in my arms. I held her tightly in my embrace and kissed her urgently, moving my lips slowly on hers, sucking and nibbling her soft lips. I gradually moved us under the shower and turned it on. The cold water ran down over our clothed bodies. Rosa shivered and moved closer. Her hands clenched my shirt and pulled me closer. She gasped, and I plunged my tongue into her mouth. Damn! She tasted so sweet. My tongue met hers, and I felt an irresistible sensation. I was so lost in her bewitching mouth that I didn't realize she was not kissing me back.

"Kiss me, doll!" I demanded, pulling her bottom lip between my own.

She moaned sensually, driving me crazy. I kissed her juicy lips more passionately, pulling and sucking on her lips, making them red and swollen.

After a while, she started to reciprocate my kiss. Her movements were hesitant, naive, and inexperienced.

I pulled back just an inch from her mouth, and Rosa opened her eyes slowly, panting and breathing heavily.

"Have you never been kissed before, or are you out of practice?" I couldn't refrain from asking.

She lowered her eyes and murmured in a dull and shy voice, "I haven't experienced it before."

What? She was a virgin? Now her nervousness made sense.

I gently grabbed her chin and lifted her face. Her eyes were closed as she was gasping.

"Look at me, doll!" I demanded.

Her eyes slowly lifted to meet mine.

Fùck! She had the most enchanting eyes, casting some spell on me.

"Do you regret doing this with me?" I wanted to ensure she was not under any pressure and was enjoying this as much as I was.

She shook her head.

"Words, doll?" I tenderly demanded.

"No!" she answered, blinking as the water poured down on us.

"Good, because I am going to make this night so memorable you can never forget it," I whispered against her lips.

My heart fluttered as I saw her cheeks turn a shade darker, a deep red hue.

"Stop me if you don't like anything I do," I suggested before pressing my lips against hers.

Her taste was addictive, utterly entrancing. I had never experienced anything like this before. The cold water was cascading over us, yet all I could sense was my body growing warmer.

My hands trailed over her damp body until I found the zipper. Slowly, I unzipped her dress, as if I were unwrapping a precious gift. Sliding the straps down her shoulders, I let it fall around her feet.

My hands roamed curiously across her nearly naked form, caressing every inch of her soft skin. She gasped into my mouth, shivering in my embrace.

Fuck! Control was slipping from my grasp as she moaned so sensually during our kiss. It was the sexiest voice I had ever heard. Nibbling her plump lips, I yearned to elicit more of those sounds.

Without breaking our kiss, I lifted her in my arms like a bride and carried us to the bedroom.