CHAPTER 7
LILY
I let out a huff and look over the expanse of stuff laid out in front of me. I’m not sure there is anything else to call it. I’ve now looked at more wedding magazines then I even thought existed along with fabric samples. Don’t even get me started on the paper samples, as if I care about cardstock weight or embossing.
I really don’t.
This was always the kind of thing I avoided when I was growing up. My father was all about luxury and lavish parties, but I shied away as much as I could. Of course, I could never distance myself completely because I was expected to be a show pony for all his friends when it suited him.
Thankfully, he didn’t do it in a way which creeped me out or made me feel unloved. Doesn’t mean I liked it though.
Maybe I’m just making excuses for him now that he’s dead. I don’t know.
I did try and escape my life as soon as possible and was willing to go to the mats to make sure I was able to leave and go to school. Maybe it was worse than I wanted to admit to myself.
Fuck. My eyes well up in tears when I think about my father. There is still no word on who killed him. Not a single fucking lead. Not like I thought there would be, but it would be nice to know his killer, or, at least, the people responsible for hiring his killer is brought to justice.
I’m under no illusion that it wasn’t a hit. You don’t exist in the world my father did without someone wanting to take you out.
I think it’s the reason I’m always filled with fear when Constantino isn’t around me. As much as I tried to guard my heart, I’ve fallen for the man. It must be all the sweet, whispered words and promises because it’s the only thing I can think of which would have gotten him past my defenses.
A huge part of my heart melted for him the night I had dinner with the rest of the Agosti family. Seeing him like that, almost normal, was something I never expected. There was a lightness about him. I loved seeing it and it made me yearn to always have that side of him, but I’m also afraid that I won’t be allowed into his heart the same way his family has been.
Isn’t this, ultimately, just a business deal?
It’s a thought I’ve been trying to push aside for the last week since the dinner, but it’s getting more and more difficult to do. Even though he hasn’t done a damn thing to make me think that way.
We’ve connected over the loss of our mothers and the world we grew up in. I’ve found he is so much more than the power he exudes. He’s attentive to me and my needs. But then, I wonder, is it too attentive?
He’s curious about me and his eyes light up when he’s near me. He seems to love holding me. Again, though, is it all too much? Is he just acting? If so, what does he have to gain? The Agosti family could buy and sell the Scavo holdings many times over without batting an eye.
Constantino definitely loves fucking me and we’ve done it on almost every surface of our home.Our home.It’s still a big pill to swallow.
I don’t know what he saw in my eyes this afternoon, but when he came to say goodbye to me before going to the club, he hesitated before his large hands came to rest on my shoulders, giving them a squeeze. I don’t know if it was in warning or in support, but either way, he had all my focus with a simple flexing of his fingers on my body.
It’s always that way between us. It’s infuriating.
Constantino looked deep into my eyes, “What’s wrong,Gattina?” I started to shake my head to tell him nothing was wrong, but something flinty filled his turquoise eyes which had me swallowing hard. While I don’t think he would hurt me, I have no doubt he has more than one way to punish me and get me to talk. The thought of it made me shiver in his arms, causing my powerful as fuck fiancé to smirk. His eyes bored into mine, “Don’t lie to me. I know when something is bothering you, Lily.” His voice dropped an octave, “I want you to trust me. Can you do that?”
I gnawed on my bottom lip, both wanting to trust him and rebelling against the very notion that any trust could be placed in the hands of the man in front of me. Would being honest with him put me in danger? Would it enrage him?
I cleared my throat before speaking hesitantly, “Are you sure this is what you want? There are other ways for you to absorb my family’s assets.”
His fingers squeezed my shoulders a little harder as a growl ripped from his throat. The next thing I knew, he was tugging his belt from the loops of his dress pants, and I was panting. When he spun me, my wrists gripped tight in one of his large hands and his belt looped around them, I was wetter than I’d ever been in my damn life.
All he had to do was flip my skirt up and yank my panties down before freeing his cock and stuffing his length into me with one hard thrust. We both groaned at the action, at the feeling, at the electricity. He fucked me hard and fast, one hand gripping my bound wrists and the other using his fingers to dig into my hip as he took me.
I could barely breathe. I definitely couldn’t think. My orgasm ripped through me so fast and with such an intensity that I found myself a little bit afraid. Because it felt so fucking good and so damn right. I knew I was no match for the wrecking ball that is Constantino Agosti.
When his cock was filling me with his cum, my pussy squeezing his length as I rode out my pleasure, he leaned over my back, the words coming out rough and husky, “Don’t ever fucking question me about our marriage again,Gattina.”
My pussy, that fucking hussy, squeezed him tighter at the dominance in his voice, at the way he owned my body, his words giving me just as much pleasure as his actions.
I knew I was a goner, but it’s hard to let go of all my doubts considering how this marriage came about. I didn’t really expect to get married any other way growing up, I always figured it would be an arranged situation, but I thought it would be my father who would set it up. With him gone, I still felt set-up, but had no one to take that anger or confusion out on, there was no one to blame but myself.
I’m the one who went to Constantino. I’m the one who agreed to it. I’m the one who will get crushed if it’s all a sham, even if my fiancé makes me feel like it’s the farthest thing from fake.
Is it really though? How can I trust him?