Emerald pov

Tiptoeing out of the room while been sore after last night adventure I don't think my vagina would ever remain the same I needed to wash up I wasn't expecting him to carry me in his arms into the bathroom and wash me up like what the guys in the library books always do to their girlfriends after sex, he was nothing but my master and I wasn't expecting anything from him at all.

Taking slow steps I slipped out of the room and successful out of the damn hotel without being detected never knew the club was connected to the hotel it was definitely a place for the wealthy and I definitely couldn't find myself in that world, I mumbled to myself as I looked at the building.

Finally home I avoided everyone and luckily no one was home except mike and he was slumped on the couch fast asleep, walking into my room I pulled off my clothes looking at the reflection of my naked frame in the mirror analysing every part of my body I felt whole yet so empty my eyes spotted a reddish mark on my neck.

What the......... Did he bite me or what?

Ughhhhh, I groaned as the cold water hit my skin switching to hot water I washed every part of my body trying to get his scent off me but I particularly washed my area with gentleness as I was still very sore from yesterday's event my cheeks heat up as I remembered what transpired between I and Vincenzo I could still feel him inside me as he filled me up perfectly a smile crept unto my face.

"No no no emerald snap out of it he is your master, no sorry was your master like hell he is an Italian Mafia whatever!! you can't be feeling all giddy and worked up when thinking of him, my subconsciousness reprimanded me.

Stepping out of the shower I wrapped my towel around myself as I walked out of the bathroom sitting facing my mini dressing table I looked at my swollen lips caressing them lightly I moved over to my jaw stroking it as I remembered the ugly scar situated on Vincenzo's face who would do such a thing to him, or did he do it to himself damn he acts bipolar all the time or was it perhaps an accident .

I pondered on different possibilities that warranted such a fatal scar as I creamed and dress in my casual outfit submerging myself into my bed I moaned at the plush feeling against my skin I felt drained tired and hungry but I couldn't go downstairs as I know I would face an encyclopedia of questions from both lily and Isa one I sure as hell couldn't answer

And slowly I gave in to the darkness with a sickening feeling in my gut.

Days went by I dreaded the day Mike's wedding as I was yet to find a job and would soon be rendered homeless my life was a turnaround of events ones that wasn't especially exciting.

The girls eventually asked where I was as they were worried, they looked everywhere for me and couldn't find me giving them a befitting lie, told them I stepped out as I was feeling stuffy and needed some air I couldn't share my experience that night with them as it would mean telling them about him and I don't want to think about him anymore I guess I gave him a parting gift I hope our paths never cross again.

"Mera please help me take out the plates everyone will soon be here and the food hasn't been served"
Lily shouted from the kitchen gathering the plates set them on the dining table and make sure to put the cutlery beside each plate with a napkin.

Lily finally brought out the food and we both set it on the table now the table was finally set and I was yet to choose a dress, God am so not time conscious 😕😕.

Rushing into the shower I set my timer for 45 minutes to wrap up everything rushing out of the bathroom exactly 10 minutes, I sight a red dress on my bed memories flashed through my head as I felt a feeling of deja Vu shaking off the thought I picked up the note placed on top of the dress.

"Thought this would look nice on you"
~love lily~

I smiled that was very thoughtful of her I thought as I picked up the dress finally got it on I looked at my reflection in the mirror I had my hair down the dress was indeed beautiful it was a low back dress with a slit running you to my right thigh.

Rushing down stairs, I saw Isabelle and her family waltzing in she looked beautiful she was indeed a perfect match for mike and I loved them together.

They were my couple of the year😌.

Every one settled themselves into the available seats at the dining table we all held hands as mike the groom to be prayed I felt warm and wanted but there's this feeling lurking one I couldn't define.

The clang if Uncle Ben's glass made the uproar in the table die down

"I would love to propose a toast to the bride and groom to be, to love, to friendship, to family and to bonds made and broken" he looked at me as he ended the last sentence I felt like his last toast was directed at me shifting uncomfortably in my seat I look around to see everyone hitting their glass with the next person beside them and those in front of them.

Raising my glass I look at the person beside me with a wide smile on my face wanting to be part of the celebration the weird looking dude sitting beside me was already gulping down his drink looking at the other side I notice that everyone was almost done with their drink with a shrug I gulped down my own in a go it tasted and felt peppery bitter tongue biting face scrunching at the same time.

Seeing as every was looking at the direction of the house, asking no one in particular what are you all looking.... My words got stuck in my throat as I turned my head in the same direction my eyes bulged out of its socket my jaw dropped my heart raced I felt tingles all over he stood there in all his glory like an angel but a devil instead I felt intimidated the burning sensation immediately disappeared 'puff'.

Horror was an understatement but well as I kept looking at him he looked hit in that winter mask he didn't wear his full face mask today I could see the dullness of his skin and the faint mark of his scar situated just under his eye one swift move he would have been rendered one eyed.

"And who may you be and what's with the mask the air in Los Angeles is supposedly pure" mike asked abruptly

I stood up immediately knowing what Vincenzo was capable of he could tell him that was an Italian crime boss and out me in a difficult situation.

He's with me I said as I walked up to him

"Oh, you didn't inform us that you were bringing a guest over" mike said

Just drop it mike I thought.

His eyes never left me he followed my every step I felt naked to his eyes gathering the best if myself I settled for santino's nickname at least he is a friend of saint so it would not be regarded a lie if he just borrowed his name for today.

His name is saint erm..... He is a closed friend of mine I felt holes drilling into the side of my face from his excruciating gaze.

"This ungrateful brat taking you in wasn't enough you had to bring an extra mouth" Uncle Ben snorted out angrily, looking at everyone at the table I felt uninvited it was a heart wrenching feeling looking away from everyone I blinked back the tears that threatened to fall from my eyes.

Ignoring us all Mr Cassano walked over to the table helping himself out with my chair damn that was the last seat available.

Walking over to the table yep that's the last seat scanning the environment there were no extra chairs.

"Oh Mera dear all the seats are occupied erm I think we have some extra in the storage room if you could get......"

Lily offered a solution but Vincenzo beat her to it.

"There's no need for that" he said as he immediately pulled me into his laps shocking I and everyone at the table I yelped and everyone at the table gasped oh my God I blushed deeply with embarrassment I couldn't lift my eyes from the table.

what do you think you are doing I asked him

"Being a chair for you" he mocked my embarrassment with his reply am definitely sure he has a smug look on his face it makes my hands itch I just wanna slap it off his overly perfect face.

I couldn't look up from my plate as I ate in violence
Tension was thick in the air as I was sure everyone wanted to ask why Vincenzo won't remove his mask and Join in the celebration.

I wiggled around as I was not comfortable on his laps his crotch was poking into my core making me unnecessary wet I could suddenly feel his hot breath next to my ear his deep voice resounded in my ear making me to pool in my panties at this rate am sure am already soaking my dress.

"Stop moving princess unless I'll take you up on the fucking table" I stilled at his words weighing the gravity if his words Mr Cassano was never one to bluff I immediately stopped moving and focused on the plate if food in front of me.

The table was so quiet as every paid attention to the plate in front of them I could see mike winking at Isabelle they sometimes looked at Vincenzo wondering I guess.

I was about to put a spoonful in my mouth when I felt the hand of the one and only Vincenzo on my thigh I tried prying them off but he wasn't budging I got tired, letting his hand stay there but as insatiable as ever he inched higher up going for my area.

He grazed the top of my panties with his knuckles I stiffened managing to keep a straight face smiling at everyone when needed, why is he doing this here and now what is he trying to point out.

Shifting my panties to the side he inserts his ring finger into me feeling how my wall stretched at his assault I couldn't help but moan covering it up immediately with a cough the douche that was doing this to me handed me a glass of water inquiring if I was okay.

Staring daggers at him I take the glass of water smiling at the concerned faces just swallowed it wrong I answered.

He didn't stop there as cruel as he ever was he inserted another finger ,"Uhmmmmmm ahhhh" I moaned out involuntarily covering it up with yet another cough once again I looked up at the faces that was once concerned turning into curious suspicious faces they weren't buying the act.

Excusing myself I I stood up abruptly making his hand slide down my thigh and unto his, I walked in the direction of the house up the stairs I could hear his thundering footsteps behind me the house creaked with each step couldn't he be more gentle, not sparing him a glance I walked as fast as I could into my room shutting the door successfully was a failed attempt as he stuck his foot out and yanked the door out of my grip.

I stood in front of him with my arms crossed below my breasts as I was about to rain down the terror of my sass.

What are you doing here? How did you find me? Did you track my phone or oh no I exclaimed with horror, did you insert the tracking device in my ermm!!!.

Realizing I was just talking to the walls in my bedroom I yelled at his face Aren't you listening Vincenzo

𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑝 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑠𝑘𝑢𝑙𝑙 

I asked him once again "what are you doing here?"

He looked at me hie eyes slowly trailed down my body igniting a worrisome spark in me, his gaze threw me off balance, discarding every piece of clothing on my body with just his face eyes I felt butt naked the way he looked at me as if he was memorizing a book I shifted from foot to foot getting self conscious.

He kept on looking I mustered the courage to look back I studied his appearance as he did mine he was indeed a man of eloquence I felt like running my fingers through his tied up locks gosh he should let the breeze blow through it sometimes

"𝑆𝑡𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑢𝑝"

Dusting off the invincible dirt on my dress I straightened feeling excited and worked up like a high school girl  whose crush addresses for the first time

"𝑈𝑔ℎℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔"
Pop
He walked towards me like a predator discerning his prey I walked away from him finally hitting the wall just like in the books is this how it always feels like I thought to myself.

He moved his hands encircling my waist he buried his face into my neck making to the tilt a bit

"𝑜𝑚𝑔 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤"
                 
Goose bumps rose on my skin using one hand to cage me to the wall I caned in dropping all my walls I was giving him free passage once again

"𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒"

My subconsciousness pondered with me.

My mind went blank his hand roam free about my body touching me in places I wouldn't just let anyone touch, then he asked in a quiet voice I could barely make out what he said

"𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔"

A question that made me question my actions a question that made me consider his sincerity, not giving me a chance to reply he crashed his lips into mine matching his pace I battled with him as I wanted to take lead of our second kiss my exploring spirit breaking through it's shackles.

He gave in finally smiling into the kiss I bit down on his bottom lips yanking his hair I let my fingers enjoy the silkiness of his dark hair removing the bond he used to hold his hair up I ran my fingers through it I felt like doing something on it, taking the advantage of my distraction he took over the kiss lifting me up the coldness of dressing table penetrated my dress to my butt causing me to wince I can as drunk on his essence.

Detaching our lips as I needed oxygen to survive yet he acted like a starved animal he attacked my neck with sloppy kisses tugging my flesh is with his teeth,

"𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟"         
I thought to my self not caring actually I threw my head back with pleasure as he found my weak point just above my collarbone his hand gripped my left breast  he let out a frustrated groan as he couldn't get the dress off my breast, I chuckled at his futile attempt and I wasn't ready to take off the dress someone could barge in and my room door is pretty fragile so I definitely would not take that risk.

His piercing gaze made me uncomfortable as his striking blue eyes tried to understand me we were both catching our breaths but he was far from been done.

He lowered himself getting on his knees

"𝑈ℎℎ 𝑖 𝑤𝑖𝑘𝑘 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑀𝑟 𝑉𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑧𝑜 𝐶𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑜ℎ 𝑚𝑢 𝑔𝑜𝑠ℎ!!"

My breathing slowly turned into gasps as he pushed my legs apart pulling my dress up ripping out my panties burying his face into my already wet vagina he licked me out my eyes rolled in all ways backward, forward sideward I was in cloud ten.

Fucccck I moaned out closing my mouth immediately with my hands oh my God what did I just say

"𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐲"                 

Vincenzo teased as he stood up positioning himself between my legs I pushed at his chest ranting all sorts of purifying words as I begged for purity

"ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑖 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔"
                                                                                                                                                 
"𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑦"

𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒                   

Getting a hint of what he wanted to do I flinched he gaze suddenly switched into one of concerned

God I don't think I can get used to this

"𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚"                 
He asked with his Italian accent heavy on his tongue

That just made me drip blushing hard he looked so cute I know I shouldn't be feeling this way but I can't help it.

He started to move back not knowing what to do I encircled my leg around his hip bring him back with force I looked away from him shyness enveloping me burying my face in his chest his chest rumbled as he let out a hearty laugh unbuckling his belt he let down his trouser his dick sprang out immediately poking my stomach.

He was so hard I could see the veins threatening to pop could it be painful I thought to myself.

Bringing it to area making slow sensual circles on my vagina his hot precum rolled down his shaft it's head poked my clit seeking passage.

As weird as it was he was gentle pushing through my walls his dick finally submerged into me

Oh Gosh I gasped out as he moved increasing his pace