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Dino

Dino

I ’m up early. There’s a lot going on today and I haven’t much free time. I’m in the pool for half five. I swim several lengths, wondering about her and how she slept.

The thought that she was telling the truth refused to leave me last night. It gnawed at me, woke me up a few times. I’m not a man who suffers from doubt. People who doubt themselves become easy targets for more confident men, men like me.

Yet last night I had what I can only equate to doubt. I doubted she’s lying about the chip.

I’m able to swim away from the doubt. She is lying. She must be. Corrado left me a message that I received when I first woke up. I replied at once, setting him another task.

There is a safe deposit box in her name.

That doesn’t mean she was telling the truth. It only means she knows how to lie well. The best lies lurk between truths. That way, they blend in. Like me.

I blend into the world by lying only when I have to and only to the authorities investigating me. To everyone else, I tell the truth.

It can be unpleasant. It can leave a foul taste in the mouth. It can strike terror into those you are about to kill, but it is about respect. I tell the truth and respect those who must die. I have not lied to her about any of this. She is lying to me, though. She must be.

I turn in the water and roll onto my back, swinging my arms as I glide to the edge of the pool, always moving.

She kept the chip in the safe deposit box. That is the simplest explanation. Not the bullshit that someone put it there. That story makes no sense. There would be no purpose to it. She is lying. It is her chip. Her father is the Capo dei Capi.

I make a mental note to check with Corrado once I am dressed. It is best to be sure before the wedding goes ahead. After will be too late.

Another ten minutes and I climb out of the pool. It is time for breakfast and then to get dressed in suitable attire.

Her dress is due to arrive at seven. There is not enough time for something bespoke, but you’d be surprised how good an off the peg can be when money is no object. I’m sure it will suit her perfectly. I’m looking forward to seeing her wearing it and seeing her removing it later on today.

I shower and then dry myself. Walking back upstairs, I’m only wearing the towel. The house is warm enough. I think about going down to see her.

I dare not do it. The towel would fall from me within moments, and I’d be fucking her seconds later. That will not do. The ceremony must come first. That is the proper way. I can wait a few more hours.

I go to my room. My suit is laid out for me. It’s charcoal gray with a crisp white linen shirt, softer than cotton. A red tie that’s so deep it’s almost burgundy.

My boutonniere is a rose that is a shade lighter than the tie. It has to be a rose to match her name. It is a lightly fragrant kind. I sniff it. Milan rose. How appropriate. My florist has done a good job.

I get dressed and sit on the chair by the window to lace my shoes tight. Once I’m done, I look outside. The city is out there, coming to life.

To the commuters going by, this looks like any other apartment block. No one knows I own the entire building. We have not divided it up like the rest of the city. It’s still one home. My home, my father’s before me.

I had the basement added. I had the pool built. There’s a viewing platform and sundeck on the roof next to the helipad. Sometimes the easiest way to get in and out is the chopper. It sure beats the traffic.

I don’t use it too often. Too easy for the Feds to track. Most of the time, I’m as anonymous as I can get. Makes life easier.

Like today. We’re getting married, but there are no invitations going out in writing. It’s not a cathedral. Corrado has found the nearest family associated church, St. Augusto, on the corner of Fifth and Lime.

The priest has served us well for years. He will perform his duties and we will pay well him for that.

It’s all about respect, like I say. I respect his devotion to God. He respects my line of work. I may be a sinner in his eyes, but then aren’t we all?

By eight, I’m ready to see her. The dress is hanging up in my study. I look at it. Diamonds sewn into the fabric, ivory colored, off the shoulder. It has no train. It does have a corset body to support those magnificent tits of hers .

I can’t wait to see what she looks like in it.I carry it down the stairs to the basement.

She’s laid on the bed, fast asleep. She looks like an angel.

On her side, thumb near her mouth, soft lips looking so kissable. Hair falling down her shoulders. She’s kicked the blankets off in the night. I’m guessing it took her a long time to settle.

I watch her for a moment until she senses my presence and opens her eyes. She blinks, turns her head, and then groans. “It’s not a dream,” she says, sitting up and yawning. “I’m still here.”

“Time to get dressed,” I say, holding the wedding gown toward her. “Up you get.”

She sits up and rubs her eyes. “No,” she says. “I’m not doing it.”

I haven’t got time for this. I need her not to fuck me around. I drape the dress over the armchair, setting it down gently. I don’t want it creased.

With that done, I turn to her and get real close, right in her face. I lower my voice to the whisper I use just before I kill someone.

“You will put this dress on in the next three minutes or I will walk you down the aisle naked. Your choice.”

The color drains from her face as she sees I mean it. She’s still got the blanket wrapped around her, and I realize she’s naked underneath it. She sleeps naked, same as me. My cock reacts to the thought, and she’s at the right height for me to shove it straight into her mouth.

I step back. I will do things the right way. Ceremony first. Then that. It’ll be the first thing I do to her once this is done.

She’s on the verge of tears out of nowhere. They make her eyes glisten as she looks up at me. “Please,” she says. “Don’t make me marry you. I don’t want to.”

“It’s me or Ricardo Belucci,” I reply. “It’s that simple.”

“I want to go home.”

“Not happening.” I grab the blanket and whip it away from her. She is naked underneath. She looks incredible. Her hands cover her tits, but I saw her nipples, deep pink and the right size to roll between my lips. Her legs are crossed, but I’m about to see that pussy of hers. “Stand up,” I say, picking up the dress. “Right now.”

I’m still using my coldest voice and it’s having the desired effect. It always does. No one disobeys me and lives.

She stands up. She’s trying to shield her body from me, so I move her arms to her sides. I don’t look between her legs. I look her right in the eyes. “This is happening,” I say. “It is better this way, believe me.” Why am I trying to calm her down? I don’t need to. “Marrying me will mean you are safe.”

“I don’t want to,” she mutters, and I have a sudden urge to put her arms around her. I feel sorry for her. This isn’t her choice. This isn’t a world she wants to enter. But it has to be this way. She has the chip. I have to marry her. Nothing else will do.

I lift her arms above her head. That motion moves her tits, and it takes all the effort I have to resist grabbing them with both hands. I glance down at her pussy as I step back from her. She shaves down there. I see a hint of what lies between her legs and I’m rock hard. I want to be in her right now.

I ignore the ache in my cock as I turn and pick up the dress. I lift it to go over her head and then change my mind.

I kneel and hold it open for her to step into. As she moves her leg, I see her pussy again and I change my mind about dressed being sexier than naked.

She is the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. From the curve of her hips to the little mole by her right thigh, I want to kiss every part of her. I want to massage oil into her skin and make her beg me to fuck her.

I will do that, just not yet.

First, we need to get married.

She steps into the dress and I lift it up her body, my fingers tracing lines up her thighs, over her hips, up her sides. The feel of her skin makes my cock jerk in my pants.

It’s pressing painfully forward and I want to free it, have it sticking out for her to suck, ease the ache by coming in the back of her throat, maybe over her face to sully that innocent expression she has. Make her as dirty as me.

Has she ever fucked anyone before? I doubt it. That will make it all the sweeter tonight. I will be her first.

Getting the corset over her tits isn’t easy. They move and shift and she has to shove them down to get them inside. With her nipples hidden, I can breathe a little easier. “What about panties?” she asks.

“You don’t need them,” I reply, moving behind her to lace up the corset. “Would spoil the line of the dress.” I am drawn to the shape of her neck as I brush her hair aside. I want to kiss it so badly the need is painful.

I tie her hair up. A stylist will attend to it at the church to make sure it is ready, but this will do for now. I move back in front of her and look at the ski slope of cleavage that sticks out from the corset.

“Perfect,” I say with a nod. “We are going to church soon and when we get there, I expect you to behave. Need I remind you what will happen if you don’t?”

She shakes her head. “I don’t want to do this. ”

“Breakfast first. Whatever you wish.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“So be it. The priest can start early then. Let’s go.”

I walk upstairs, leaving her to follow me. Once we are out of the basement, Corrado is there, ready and waiting. My men will already be at the church, scoping the surrounding streets, making sure we’re safe.

I walk her outside, and Corrado opens the door of the limo for her to enter. She looks around her like she might call for help or run for it. I give her a sharp look.

The street has been cleared, ready for us, all pedestrians being turned away on each corner. No help is coming for her. She is mine alone. “You wouldn’t get far in those heels,” I tell her.

She climbs into the limo at last, looking on the verge of tears.

I climb in beside her and Monty, my wheelman, gets in the front. “See you at the church,” Corrado says before closing the door.

We set off on the short drive. By the time we come back to my house, I will be a married man.