Page 71 of Sacred Blood

“Yes, he is dead and so is the man that threatened your family.”

She smiled, her guard dropping a bit. “Thank you, Sir.”

I was surprised at her respectful gratitude and clearly, so was her husband, who looked at her with fresh eyes.

“Come, I’ll take you to see your sister.” I said, my gaze shifting to the two girls. They squealed in excitement and followed me to the waiting limo.

Vincent drove and another guard sat in the front. Just because our immediate enemies were down, didn’t mean there wasn’t a threat. When you were a Vitale, there was always a threat.

So here it was, my wedding day. Standing beside me at the altar was Vincenzo, Fausto, Massimo, Romeo, Tony and Gio. The wedding march began, and all eyes turned towards the entrance where, not that long ago, Vittoria had made her first appearance when she married my brother Romeo.

Gabriella stepped out from behind the pillar. And greeted to a round of appreciative gasps and admiring murmurs from the guests. I didn’t blame them, she was a cross between a movie star from the golden age of screen starlets and a glowing fairy goddess. Her beautiful hair was loose, flowing down past her ass, with wildflowers pinned throughout. Her white gown hugged her curves and showed off her generous bust. And even in her six-inch heels, she barely made it past her father’s shoulder as he escorted her down the red carpet.

He placed her dainty hand in mine and kissed her cheek before taking his seat next to his wife and daughters.

“You’re glowing, wife,” I murmured.

“I’m not your wife yet.”

“Well, when you are, I’ll make sure your fine ass glows as bright as your beautiful face.”

Her blush was enchanting, just like every other part of her.

“Promise?” she asked coquettishly, blinking her long lashes up at me.

“I do promise, for as long as we both shall live.” I leaned down and kissed her sweet lips, uttering one word. “Mine!”

The crowd laughed and cheered us and the father had to calm everyone down so we could exchange our vows.

“If you hurry, Father, I’ll throw in a handsome donation to your church.”

Five minutes later, the priest intoned, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

I scooped her into my arms and made for the back entrance that led past the kitchens to the rest of the house.

“Where are you going, brother?” Romeo shouted, barely containing his laughter. He knew exactly where I was going.

“Keep them happy, brother. I have to consummate our union right now!”

Mirth and merriment followed us out the door as I fled down the hall to our suite. In my arms, Gaby had never looked more radiant.

“Tano, what’s the rush?” she laughed. “We just had sex this morning.”

“I know, but not as man and wife and I need to mark you with my cum right now.”

I locked the door and placed her at the edge of the bed, shimming her tight dress up and over her hips.

“These sexy garters outline your heart-shaped ass perfectly. But these luscious globes are too pale for my liking.” It wasn’t true, I’d spanked her that morning, already marking her before the ceremony, but I couldn’t keep my hands off this woman.

Gaby arched into the smacks I landed on her upturned ass, widening her thighs to show off her soaking gusset. Not taking the time to remove them, I tugged them to the side and sank my cock into her waiting warmth.

Home. Her tight little cunt welcomed me, hot and slick around my cock as I drove into her with all the urgency I’d been holding back. There was nothing slow or careful about it. I needed her—needed the feel of my wife beneath me, needed the certainty that she was finally, irrevocably mine. My release came hard and fast. I pulled out at the last second and sprayed my seed across her ass.

Breathing hard, I rubbed my come over her warm backside, possessiveness burning through me as I worked it into her skin. Then I tugged her wet panties back into place and smoothed her dress down over her hips.

“Now we can go to the reception,” I declared.

“But, Tano,” she tried to argue.