Page 38 of Her Brutal First Love

He was always there for her and Giancarlo.

And always would be.

The crowd erupted into cheers as Giancarlo drew his wife close for a kiss. They waved one last time before retreating from view, and as soon as the balcony doors slid closed, Giancarlo wasted no time in reaching for the girl he had loved from the moment he laid his eyes on her.

They didn't even make it to the bed and didn't even manage to undress, with Giancarlo simply bending his wife over the console as he plunged into her from behind.

Sarica's head fell back at the first thrust. He was so, so deep inside of her, and the way he moved oh so slowly was driving her out of his mind.

"P-Please..."

She wanted him to move faster and harder.

She wanted him to...close the blinds!

Because was that an actualdroneoutside the balcony windows?

Giancarlo froze at his wife's sudden cry. "What's wrong?"

"Drone," Sarica gasped. "Outside! We forgot to—-"

Her cry of protest was short-lived, her embarrassment whooly forgotten as he began moving again, his hands tightening on her hips. Sarica wanted to argue, to push him away and close the blinds, but the pleasure coursing through her was too intense, too overwhelming to resist.

She could only cling to the edges of the console as her husband moved in a punishingly slow rhythm while his hands dipped inside her wedding dress to start playing with her nipples.

“Giancarlo,” she pleaded, her voice breaking. "P-Please."

"Beg for it."

A dark and possessive whisper, and the sound had Sarica writhing under him in uncontrollable need.

"P-Please..."

Her husband obliged with a chuckle, and even though his arrogance made her want to kick him—-

Aaaah.

Giancarlo was finally moving as she wanted.

Faster. Harder. Deeper.

And so, so roughly that she was soon convulsing with a cry of surrender, and Giancarlo was right behind her, his hands gripping Sarica's hips as he filled her with his seed.

When it was over, they collapsed onto the bed, their bodies still entwined, and Sarica doing her best to catch her breath. She shifted a little, and her husband rolled to his back while Sarica landed on top of him.

She touched his face, which bore only the faintest scars of the beating he had taken. So much had happened. So much had changed. And speaking of such changes...

Sarica glanced up curiously at her husband. "Do you really not mind...about the drone?" Because the Giancarlo she knew wasextremelyconservative.

"This is an exception," Giancarlo murmured. "I want our wedding to make it clear to everyone that you are mine."

Sarica rolled her eyes. "Everyoneknows I've been yours since I was fifteen—-"

“Even Dauphin Tueur?”

Oh.

Right.

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