Chapter 38 It's Time
SANCIA
I expected Lorenzo to give me that same savage kiss like the one he'd bartered for the day he shot Antonio, but when he leaned into me, his hand sliding behind my neck with a possessive grip.
Eyes gleaming with some unholy light as his lips touch mine, deceptively soft, sending a shock current through me that jolted me and made me shiver.
His grip tightens around my nape as he sucks on my lips lightly; it is contrasting, and my eyes flutter close instinctually. But that's when he went to pull back his teeth and nip my bottom lip before he let go with a dark look in his eyes that gave me shivers.
Mama came and hugged me, congratulating us; then she hugged Lorenzo, who just arched his brow without hugging her back. His eyes gleamed with dark amusement. After that, we all sat down for the reception.
Due to my fear and anxiety, I had mostly spaced out during the wedding reception. Though I'd noticed that despite the palpable tension between the two famiglias, people were actually having fun.
Eating, drinking, chatting, and laughing boisterously as the night progressed, as though it was a happy occasion.
Both families stick to their sides, cautious of each other. When it was time to dance. Lorenzo and I went to the dance floor; I tried to keep a distance, not caring if others noticed my lack of enthusiasm or my sad expression.
But Lorenzo wouldn't have it; his large hand was on my lower back and dragged me closer, and my breasts smashed against his chest. His dark eyes stare down my breasts, then glance up at me with something that makes my insides all tangle up.
Fortunately, my uncle Romero requested to dance with me. After him, it was Papa, and somehow, despite my anger towards him, I felt myself soften in his arms. I lay my head on his chest when I realized this might be the last time I might ever get a hug from him.
When he found out what I did, he would never want to see me again. Next, I danced with Sergio, but when Lenny went dancing with me, Lorenzo grabbed my waist and denied him. Instead, he danced with me again. His body was plastered against mine.
There's no space between our bodies as he takes the lead, his dark eyes flickering with a mix of desire and dark amusement, and moves me how he wants.
I hadn't been dancing, just standing there, my heart galloping in my chest as the time drew near.
“Don't touch me,” I whispered when Lorenzo tightened my body against his even more than I already was. The bastard, I try to push back, to limit our body touching as much as I can.
“I plan on doing much more than touching. You're my wife, Sancia. Don't tell me you don't know what that means?” he whispered, His lips brushing the shell of my ear.
“I don't care what it means; just keep your distance from me.” he lifts his head from my neck and stares at me.
“Now be careful, wife; trust me, you don't want to piss me off, or a certain blonde idiot will pay for it badly. You see, today's my wedding day,” he said, his voice low and threatening, making my stomach tighten with fear and unease.
“We had a deal,” I whispered-yelled. “You said you'll leave Antonio alone.” He runs his finger along the side of my face.
“And I did. But I can't have my wife glaring at me and being belligerent on this day, all because I shot one spineless idiot. I might be new at being a husband, but even I know a new couple should be seen staring at each other with love.” He grinned wickedly.
“We are not in love,” I spat, glaring at him.
“True,” he replied, with a shrug.
“Doesn't matter though. I've got an image to protect, and I can't have you disrespecting me in front of my men. See, it wouldn't do for me to spank you right in the middle of our wedding reception.” He said in all seriousness. My jaw dropped.
“Spank…me,” I said, bewildered.
“Not right now, Sancia. Maybe later,” he drawled and winked, deliberately misunderstanding what I said as though I asked him to spank me.
The contrasting signs and his emotions were throwing me off. One minute, he's acting all charming; the next, he's all dark edges. It's seriously confusing me.
“You're nuts,” I whispered, and I meant it. The man is unhinged.
“Maybe; I realized the only time you're more agreeable is when that coward's life is being threatened, so shut your mouth, smile, and no harm will come to him.”
“Did you really let Antonio go?” I suddenly had a suspicion that he probably hadn't, but I'd talk to Antonio. He told me he was safe and back home. Lorenzo's face suddenly becomes hard.
“Why? Do you think I lied to you? If you think I'm a liar, I will just have my soldiers get him back.” My heart jumped in my chest.
“No, I didn't say you lied,” I deny, swallowing.
“Good. I showed him mercy to keep my end of our bargain, but just because I let him go doesn't mean I don't have my eyes on him or couldn't get him back easily. So here's some advice: if you want him to remain safe, don't ever call his name in my presence ever again, and if I hear you are in contact with him, there will be hell to pay.”
There was a dark promise in his eyes that made my stomach cramp. For Antonio's sake, I bit my lip and nodded. He grinned darkly. I was glad when our dance ended, but my relief was short-lived as both my family and his came to bid us good night.
It was time.
“Sancia, try to please him tonight, and it won't hurt,” Mama whispered in my ear, hugging me tight.
Hurt?
That ship has already sailed, but I know taking my virginity isn't the only way Lorenzo can hurt me.
I glance at Tina, who bites her lip worriedly, glancing between me and Lorenzo, who has his hand on my lower back as we start walking towards the stairs.
My hands were sweaty, my stomach was in a tight knot.