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Lucia and I had spent the morning discussing the menu for the wedding reception and she had then gone for lunch with friends. I'd been invited but preferred to stay home. After having a sandwich, I dressed in the skimpy red bikini I'd purchased the previous day and headed for the pool. After swimming laps, I'd dispensed with the bikini top, hoping to deepen my natural tan so the white of the wedding gown stood out against naturally bronzed skin. Laying on a sun lounge, I drifted off but was startled awake by shouting.

"Put some fucking clothes on!" I opened my eyes to find Benvolio towering over me—glaring. He picked up the towel from a nearby chair and threw it over my body.

Gaetano stood off to one side, a smirk on his face. He was enjoying his boss's obvious discomfort at his wife-to-be's almost nakedness.

“Go away, Benvolio. Your mother is out with friends, and I have no idea when she’ll be home.” There, I can be civil like I promised Lucia.

Benvolio leaned down, his lips by my ear. His breath sent shivers down my spine. “My mother has staff wandering these grounds. You have three seconds to cover yourself before I take you upstairs, throw you on the bed, and fuck your defiant ways into submission.”

I laughed. “Fuck off back to whatever hole you crawled from, Ben.” Civility was for the birds around someone like Benvolio.

I screamed at the top of my lungs when I was scooped up by Benvolio and hoisted over his shoulder. I watched the rise and fall of his arse as he strode inside the house, upstairs and into the bedroom. For a split second, I wondered how he knew which room I was using but the thought fled when I was tossed on the bed and bounced. He tore away the bikini pants leaving me naked, my waxed pussy on full display.

I watched, mesmerised as he rid himself of clothes piece by piece. The man's body was a thing of beauty. Every muscle in his thick chest, arms and legs were perfectly defined. Tingling raced through my body, slamming into my pussy. When my eyes locked on the large bulge in his tight boxer briefs, my mind snapped to attention. The man was serious about fucking me! If this had been a man I was in love with, my legs would have spread faster than butter melting on toast, but this was a man I detested. His briefs hit the floor and the hard dick bobbed against his belly.

I swallowed hard, trying not to panic, shimmied to the opposite side of the bed, and stood.

“Go away,” I shouted.

Benvolio stalked toward me, lust burned in his eyes, sending me running in the opposite direction.

“Gaetano is at the door, you’re going nowhere, Nikita.”

I glanced to the side and saw the big man in the doorway with his legs spread and arms crossed over his chest.

“You’re my fianceé and that means your body is mine.”

“Not fucking likely. I swear if you touch me, I’ll be down the police station to report you for rape so fast your head will spin.”

Benvolio laughed, turned, and moved to where his clothes were pooled on the floor. I was surprised when he started to dress.

Once fully clothed, he moved closer. “Sweetheart, you’ll get my dick when you beg for it and not before. Don’t flatter yourself, I don’t need to force myself on you or anyone else and if you think the police would take notice of anything you had to say against me or my family, you are delusional. But go to the police for any reason and you’re dead.”

“Fuck off.”

Benvolio slapped me across the cheek, causing it to sting and bring tears to my eyes. I placed a hand to the area.

“I’ve had enough of your attitude. Don’t let me catch you naked outside this room again or I will take you over my knees. I’m leaving now, but after we marry you will be back home and in my bed where you belong. Nothing my mother has to say will change that. My wife will not be living elsewhere.”

Before I could say anything else, Benvolio left.

Chapter Nine

BENVOLIO

“Shut the fuck up!” I snapped as I pushed past a grinning Gaetano.

“I didn’t say a word, but fuck, Boss, she’s got one hell of a body. You really need to tap that.”

I stopped and spun around, causing Gaetano to almost collide with my chest. I planted a hand on his arm to steady him. Anger at knowing Gaetano had seen Nikita naked bubbled through my veins. "You don't speak about Nikita like that again."

Gaetano raised his hands in surrender before we continued towards the car. My friend was right, Nikita had the body of a supermodel even though her legs were much shorter. Laid out on the lounge chair wearing only the skimpiest of bikini panties, Nikita had my dick hardening instantly. I'd glanced around the garden wanting to kill anyone that might have been around to witness her naked beauty, but Gaetano and I were the only people there.

Sweeping her into my arms had been a knee-jerk reaction, and although I'd stripped with every intention of fucking her; when I'd seen the fear in her eyes there was no alternative for me but to stop.

When Nikita said she would report me for rape if I touched her, I knew I’d gone too far. Jealousy I didn’t understand crawled down my spine when I thought about her sweet body being taken by another man.

Gaetano and I climbed into the car, and I slammed the door so hard the glass in the window rattled.

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