The Captive Series (5 page)

I looked forward to today more than I cared to admit. I wanted grandbabies just as much as my wife. Plus, I noticed Luciano’s restlessness these past few years. He wanted a life different than he had and Amber was the start to what he craved.

We liked what we knew about her, but the thing was, we had no idea if she cared for him. Since Maria had spent time helping Amber get ready, I wondered if she knew Amber’s sentiments toward our son.

“Amoré, is everything going well? Do you know if she cares for him or because he has given her no choice in the matter?” I asked my beautiful wife of many years.

“Si, caro, she does love him. She did not say it in so many words, but it shows. Look at her and you will see—she may be scared, but you’ve seen the way she looks at Luciano. She and I had a little heart-to-heart, and darling, she was worried that he didn’t care for her and was only marrying her because he took her virtue.”

“She said that?” I asked.

“Yes. She is very nervous about what is to come for them, but what woman is not on their wedding day?”

“Si, I remember you were ready to run from me. When you paused, I was about to run and drag you back up the aisle,” I said with a laugh. Something I could do now, but that I could do at the time.

“I remember. Let us hope she doesn’t run either because I have no doubt Luciano would run after her,” she said nervously.

We sat and the music began. Thankfully she didn’t run, but she didn’t look very comfortable around Enzo as she passed him by. My wife didn’t miss that look either. “Caro, we must have an important talk. It is about Enzo.” She frowned at me, and I didn’t want to see her upset today of all days. Whatever the problem was, it could wait.

“Now is not a time for you to be upset. This is the day you have been waiting for, tesoro. Look at our son.” I knew she had been waiting for this day since my junior had reached eighteen. I kissed her hand that was clasped in mine and pointedly looked at our son.

“Yes. He looks so happy,” she said as she grinned with teary eyes.

“Here,” I whispered as I handed her my handkerchief.

“Grazie,” she murmured as she wiped her tears of joy. 

I was beaming like a fool, but hell if I could help it. I was marrying the woman who made me lose my mind and heart. Her beauty captured me before my guys captured her. I wanted her love, no matter how long it took to get it. She looked breathtaking and really nervous walking up to me. The thing that got me pissed was that she spotted Enzo.

I told the fucker to hide where she couldn’t see him, but no, he went and sat with his parents and wife. The fucking prick. I had to invite him because if I didn’t, it would show there was a rift in the family. And any sign of weakness, and others will try to take over. Fuck that noise. I already had a problem with the Russians, which I was working on. I didn’t have time to think of that shit. I had my bride to think about.

The ceremony was too long, and all I wanted to do was snatch her up and carry her back to our room and love her all night long. We still had guests to entertain. I was tempted to take her in a fucking closet, but I couldn’t do that. She was Mrs. Luciano Rossi now, and I couldn’t do her for the first time as husband and wife in a closet, but fuck, I couldn’t say I wouldn’t ever try it.

“You look ravishing, Signora Rossi. May I have this dance?”

“Si, grazie, Signore Rossi.” I walked my bride to the dance floor where our first dance as husband and wife began.

“You are trying to learn, my wife. Good. I want our children to speak both languages.” As the music played, I swayed her gently in my arms. She moved gracefully. I wanted this moment to last. I was a fucking sap all of the sudden.

“Luciano, that’s all I’ve learned for now.” I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her. I pulled away just enough to look her in the eyes, and I uttered the words I was afraid to say, hoping she wouldn’t understand.

I was caught up in the moment and what I was feeling in my heart for her. “Amber, ti amo, amoré mio.”

“What does that mean?” She looked confused.

I didn’t know how to answer, but my father rescued me as he interrupted us to dance with Amber. Apparently the last song ended while I had been confessing my love, so I took my mother for our special dance.

“Mama, you look beautiful.” I twirled her around, thankful that she made Amber part of her family without a lot of grief. My mama was a tough woman. She had to be since she was always with my father. I was afraid that she would outright hate her just because I was going to marry her so soon, and she wasn’t a good Italian girl.

“Thank you, Luciano, though I am sure all you can see is your bride. Do not worry, your father will not steal her away.” She caught me glancing at my dad and Amber dancing. Watching Amber dance and laugh with someone else, even my dad, wasn’t easy.

“Is it that obvious?”

“Yes, my son. I like her. She cares for you deeply, but you must be careful. If I can see your jealousy, so can others, and you know she has already become a target with you as her husband. If they know she is your weakness, then it will give them room to act accordingly.”

“Mother, you sound like father. I’ll take your advice.” Her words were felt and understood. My love for Amber would always be a danger to her, damn it.

For the last hour, I was talking to most of the guests and avoiding my bride most of the time. I even flirted a little with a widow at one of the tables to make it seem that I didn’t see my wife as the treasure she was. The night was finally over and I could enjoy my bride.

“Amber, did I tell you how beautiful you looked tonight?”

“Yes, you did.” I could sense the harshness in her tone, and I didn’t like that shit one bit. I pinned her to the wall and took her lips in a rough kiss that she refused to return.

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”

“If you don’t know, then there is no point in telling you. Now, do you want me naked in bed or are you just going to go look for that whore you were flirting with?” She took her dress off roughly as I stared at her, confused and horny as hell. By the time she was naked, it dawned on me what she was mad about. I couldn’t say I blamed her. I guess I played my part well, maybe too well tonight. She looked at me in anger and hurt. That was a no-no.

I tore off my clothes and let her see my huge cock hard and fat as fuck for her. I wanted her to see that she had no reason to be jealous of anyone because she was the one.

“Cara, you know this is just for you. Now kiss me.” I took her lips, and she still gave me resistance.

“Look, Amber, I married you. This means I am only with you. Do you see these rings? They show that all of me, including
this,
belongs to you.” I pushed my penis into her wet folds. I guess, despite her anger, I still turned her on. I tried to explain my behavior to her and the reasoning behind it, but she didn’t get it and knew how to piss me off and did so with ease.

“Is it just flirting, or am I going to find you fucking these whores or just getting your dick sucked.” I pulled out of her, pissed off.
 

“Really, Cara? I told you that I was done with other women. I was just trying to take away any idea that anyone might have that you are more to me than just a convenience.”

“So, should I do the same? Should I make you look like a fool? Should I go and flirt with other men and let them think I need another lover besides my husband?” I jumped back onto the bed and gripped her by the fucking neck. She really pushed me far this time. I wasn’t hurting her, but the thought of her fucking another man made me want to kill her.

“You ever betray me, and that will be the end of both of you. You are my wife, and your thighs stay fucking closed until I tell you to open them for me. Do you fucking hear me?”

I lifted her thighs and opened them to me as I laid over her. I stuck my finger in her still-tight pussy. “This is mine. Anyone touches it, they’re dead.” The tears flowed from her pretty eyes, and I felt like the bastard that I was. I got up, realizing that I frightened her, and she ran from me and hid in the bathroom.

I guess it really was bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. I got dressed and went downstairs to get a drink. I didn’t want to flirt with anyone but my wife, but the thought of someone harming her because of me made me sick. A part of me wished I’d left her alone after I got her away from Enzo. He was going to meet his end soon if he crossed the line one more time.

Even my parents told me that the flirting was uncalled for, but I thought it would help at the time. Now my wife, the woman I loved, I managed to hurt for no good reason. I slept in my study when I should have been enjoying my wedding night, but I guess I deserved it. It’s not like I was really flirting, but if my wife even looked at another man with a fucking smile, I’d want to put a bullet in his brain.

The next two days were rough. She refused to talk to me, but I had enough. Tonight we would get through this. I called and spoke to my dad about it, and he said I fucked up bad. Trust was something that once broken was hard to fix. He said, “She probably feels you will stray the first chance you get.” I knew I fucked up, but my explanation wasn’t enough, and I couldn’t take her anger and worst of all her indifference to me.

“But, Dad, I don’t want anyone else but her. I told her that. Why the hell else would I marry her? Why would I have made love to her without protection? I want her with me forever—no one else. Fuck! I don’t know how to make it better. I told her why I was pretending to flirt. I mean, it was minor by any standards. Mom already pointed out that as my wife, she has a target on her back. If they knew what she means to me, they would harm her just to get to me.”

I’d gotten to the door, and I heard the end of his conversation with his father. His voice echoed the upset I’d felt and seen these past two days. I guessed his mom was right. I did mean something to him. I was hurt by his behavior at our reception and in our home, but I did remember catching him staring at me throughout the night. I was angry and hurt. I didn’t want or need a man like my father. I thought it was time to let it go. I would go in there now and make up with my husband. I had missed him so much already.

“Hello, Cara.” That voice haunted my dreams. I turned to find Enzo standing too close. My heart raced in fear and anger toward him.

“What are you doing here?!” I hadn’t seen Enzo since the wedding and was hoping not to see him at all. As possessive as Luciano was, I was surprised he was letting his cousin anywhere near me, considering what he almost did to me.

“I have a meeting with your husband.” The bastard was leering at me. I couldn’t be around him. I was more than uncomfortable. Not acknowledging his words, I turned and walked away as quickly as I could. I could hear him chuckling because he knew that he freaked me out.  Bypassing Rosa without a word, I went to our room and cried myself to sleep.

I was startled when Luciano kissed me awake. “Amber. I am so sorry, baby. I have missed you so much. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I want us to get past this. I’ll never do that again. You are the best part of me, Cara. I need you.” I needed him, too. I sat up in bed and attacked his clothes and his lips.

“I need you… please,” I pleaded.

“You never have to beg, amoré mia.” I really needed to learn what he was saying to me. Oh phooey, I lost my train of thought every time he touched me. Damn him…

“Oh Luc…more…”

He kissed his way down to my breasts, licking each nipple with tender loving care, like somehow he knew I needed his tenderness. “Amorata, I need to taste all of you.”

Oh my goodness, he stripped me bare, pulling my soaked panties down my legs, leaving a trail for his lips. He growled as he reached his goal. I watched him as he devoured my pussy. He opened it up with his hands as he licked me deep, sticking his tongue in as far as he could go, coaxing my juices out and onto his tongue. I screamed out and tossed my head back when he bit down on my clit, forcing me into an intense orgasm. My heart was racing, and I was panting as he lapped up every drop of me.

Looking like a hungry wolf, he climbed up my body and growled, “Mine” as he penetrated me with his enormously engorged erection. I felt so full and yet wanted more. So, I begged for it, and he gave it to me over and over again.

“You are so beautiful, Amber. I am a lucky man. Yes, tell me how I make you feel. Do you like it hard and rough, my wife? Do you want me to give it to you? I have two days of pent-up need for you. Take it, Cara. Take it deep.” He drove into me over and over again, and I was near tears with joy as he took me hard. “Tonight you will not get much sleep. We need to make up for lost time.”

“Yes, give it to me, Luc, all of it.” I wanted to feel all of him in me. He was huge, but I felt like I couldn’t get enough. I wrapped my legs around his back and dug my heels into his perfect ass. He took the cue and pushed so deep our pelvises ground against each other. I came so hard I thought I would pass out, but he kissed me awake as he spilled his seed in me.

After we calmed down, he carried me into the shower to clean up. Once we were clean and dry, we lay back down. With his elbow resting on the bed and his chin on his hand, he looked down at me. “Amber, Rosa told me before you came up here that you practically mowed her down in tears. What happened? I mean, I know you were mad at me, but what had upset you at that moment?” He sounded and looked truly concerned, so I confessed my feelings about his bastard cousin.

“It was your cousin. I was about to knock on your study door to talk to you, and he came up behind me. I know that you have let go and forgiven him for what happened to me the night we met, but I haven’t.” I promised myself I wouldn’t cry, but I wanted to cry so much.

“Amber, did he say anything to you?” Oh no. Now I have gotten him mad at me again.

“Nothing but hello.” My response was barely above a whisper. I wouldn’t tell him about the looks he was giving me or what happened that night. I couldn’t tell him about it because he might think I was tainted.

“Good. Cara, I don’t want him anywhere near you, and for the record, I have not forgiven or forgotten what happened that night. You were mine even before that night, and it was torture not to end him and Frankie right there. The thing is, Enzo is my father’s godson, and I can’t act on my anger yet. My uncle and my father are close and Uncle Angelo is sick, so as much as I want to put a bullet in his head, I can’t, well, not yet at least. You know that phrase ‘keep your friends close and your enemies closer’? Well, that’s what I need to do with him. That’s all I can tell you about it, love. Just stay away from him and next time, you let me know if he says anything to you. Okay?”

I nodded. I loved this man so much. I could see that he cared, especially after overhearing his call. I just wished it was more. I guess in time it could be, if I didn’t cause a rift in his family.

“Now come here. There is only so much lust for my wife that can be quenched with my hand.” He pounced on me with a growl. We made love into the wee hours of the morning.