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  Inside the bathroom, Natasha grabbed her perfume from the vanity and sprayed the inside of each wrist. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and thought back to her wonderful day in the sun with Gianni. From splashing around in the pool with Gianni to her very first high stakes poker game, Natasha was really enjoying Las Vegas. And, just as Gianni had suggested, the topic of their marriage was not discussed. Although, Natasha noticed that Gianni didn’t seem all that devastated by the idea of their rash Vegas nuptials.

  Natasha ran her hands over her short bob, ensuring that no strand was out of place. When she was finally satisfied with her appearance, she turned and walked out of the bathroom. She grabbed her purse and keycard from the nightstand and walked out of the penthouse. Natasha took the ride down in the elevator, wondering how Gianni had planned to fix their blunder. Were they going to be able to get a simple annulment, or would they have to file for divorce? When the elevator arrived at the casino, Natasha started to feel a little anxious. She stepped off of the elevator and looked for signs that would lead her to the restaurant. Since there were five restaurants in the casino, she knew that it would take her some time to locate the correct one.

  Natasha was about to begin her search for the Tempesta Deliziosa when a tall, handsome, well-dressed man, that appeared to be in his early forties, approached Natasha. The man was very tan with black hair and dark brown eyes. He smiled and stuck his hand out.

  “Mrs. Storm, my name is Francis Savelli. I run the casino. I’m here to escort you to your husband.”

  Natasha didn’t hear anything he said past, “Mrs. Storm.” But, she did manage to smile. She placed her hand inside his much larger hand. Francis gave her hand a gentle squeeze before her release it.

  “This way,” he said politely.

  Together they walked through the ringing and dinging of the slot machines, and Natasha half listened as he talked about plans to renovate the casino floor. She couldn’t believe that Gianni had told Francis that they were married. And, judging by the long stares and the indiscreet whispering by the staff, Francis wasn’t the only one that knew her new marital status.

  When they arrived at the restaurant, Natasha was surprised to see that it was closed. It was only eight o’clock. Francis unlocked and opened the door. They were met at the door by a short, curvy, woman, with a deep chocolate complexion. She was wearing a sleek black pantsuit, and her smile was warm and inviting. As if she was genuinely happy to see her.

  “Good evening, Mrs. Storm. I’m Rebecca. If you’ll follow me, I’ll be happy to seat you.”

  Natasha turned to Francis. He smiled, saying, “Enjoy your dinner,” before turning to leave.

  Natasha followed Rebecca to the back of the restaurant and into a separate room. She smiled when she saw Gianni sitting at a beautiful table that was more designed then decorated. He stood, and Natasha was taken aback. She didn’t think that it was possible for Gianni to look any more beautiful, until she saw him under the glow of candles. His tailored suit clung perfectly to his strong sexy body. He closed the distance between them and placed a sweet simple kiss to her lips. His lips were extremely soft, and his scent made her weak in the knees.

  “Natasha, you take my breath away. You’re so beautiful.” His voice was so smooth and sexy, Natasha wanted to check and see if her panties had spontaneously fallen off.

  “Thank you. You’re beautiful too.”

  Gianni chuckled. “I’m beautiful?”

  “Very,” Natasha mumbled.

  Gianni swatted Natasha’s ass and ushered her to her chair. Natasha had forgotten that Rebecca was still in the room until she walked over and removed the napkin from the table and placed it across her lap. She walked over to Gianni, and instead of placing the napkin in his lap, she straightened it out and held it out for him. Natasha was pleased with Rebecca’s respectful behavior.

  “Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Storm. I’m Jason. I’ll be serving you.”

  As if perfectly timed, the waiter stepped up. He held up bottle of red wine for Gianni to approve. Gianni nodded his approval, so the waiter poured a small amount in his glass. Gianni reached for the bottle and told the waiter to leave it at the table. Natasha looked over at Gianni, but he wouldn’t make eye contact. He had to know that she was going to ask him about the ‘Mrs. Storm’ thing. And when Rebecca and Jason walked away, she did just that.

  “Gianni, why is everyone calling me Mrs. Storm?”

  “Because you’re my wife,” he answered as if to say ‘duh’.

  Natasha didn’t want to get into a debate with Gianni. She didn’t get all dressed up to fight with him. She would stick to the original plan of dealing with it tomorrow. Natasha dropped the subject, and complimented him on the beautiful table setting.

  Most of the dinner conversation consisted of Gianni asking questions about Natasha’s childhood. She happily contributed to the conversation by answering his questions. She wasn’t uncomfortable because Gianni never asked the hard questions. Natasha assumed that since Gianni had had such a wonderful childhood, he didn’t know how to ask the questions that would re–open her house of horrors. Somehow the conversation was light and fun.

  Course after course was delicious. As far as Natasha was concerned, Gianni’s culinary skills were a turn on. To Natasha, each dish was like foreplay. And every time Gianni brought his glass to his lips, Natasha couldn’t look away. She imagined his sensual mouth exploring her body. She imagined Gianni whispering nasty things, in his deep accented voice. Natasha wanted him naked.

  “Will you sing to me?”

  Gianni’s request yanked Natasha from her naughty daydream.

  “What? You want me to sing? Now?”

  “Please?”

  Gianni stood and walked around the table. He reached for Natasha’s hand. When she placed her hand in his, he gently pulled her from her chair. She walked with him across the empty restaurant, to a piano. Gianni sat on the bench and fumbled over the keys. He looked up at Natasha and smiled. He was practically giddy, and Natasha couldn’t bear to refuse him. She wouldn’t run the risk of missing out on a smile so beautiful.

  “You play?”

  Gianni nodded and began to play. Seconds later, she realized that he was playing At Last by Etta James. She was amazed at how beautifully Gianni played the piano, wondering if there was anything that he couldn’t do. Natasha leaned over the piano and sang along. During the entire song, Gianni eyes never left Natasha. And when the song ended, neither of them could look away. Gianni jumped from the bench and kissed Natasha with a passion that she wasn’t expecting. In return, she ran her fingers through his hair, gripping the back of his head, and pulled him closer. Natasha instantly heated and she could feel moisture pooling in her sex. She gently sucked Gianni’s bottom lip, eliciting a deep lustful moan from his throat.

  Suddenly, Gianni pulled away. “Natasha, I need to make love to you,” he growled.

  His eyes reflected the same desperation as Natasha’s. Gianni walked back to their table and grabbed her purse. When he got back, he led her out of the restaurant. They walked hand in hand through the casino. Natasha laughed inside at how Gianni practically dragged her to the elevator. By the time they were at Natasha’s door, he was practically sweating. He fumbled with the keycard, growing more frustrated by the second. At one point, she thought he was going to kick the door in. Natasha took the key from his hand and successfully opened the door. Gianni laughed and followed her inside.

  Natasha walked into the bedroom, kicked off her shoes, and dropped her clutch on the nightstand. She turned around and Gianni was standing in the doorway. He was a tall, dark, and handsome fantasy in the flesh. He walked over to Natasha and captured her face in his hands. Their lips connected. His kiss was long and sweet. Gianni slowly turned Natasha around. He unzipped her dress and slowly pulled it down her body. When her dress dropped to the floor, Gianni reached through her arms and massaged her heaving breast. He kissed and sucked her neck, while simultaneously needling her hardened
nipples. Natasha began to pant, as if she were a wild animal in heat, when Gianni released her. He turned her around, positioning them face to face. Gianni stepped back and removed his jacket. Natasha watched him undress, excited by every inch of skin that he unveiled. When he was done, she surveyed his muscular form with appreciation. Gianni’s enormous dick stood tall. It would’ve been pointing angrily at her had it not been for the fact that it curved slightly to the left.

  Gianni stepped closer to Natasha and placed a condom on the nightstand. He lowered to one knee and slid Natasha’s panties over her hips and down her legs. Gently pushing her hips, he prompted her to sit. Natasha sat on the edge of the bed. Gianni gently pried her legs apart and peppered a trail of kisses up her thigh. He spread her legs wider. His eyes lingered on her sex. Natasha’s face began to warm, blushing because she had never had a man stare at her that way.

  “Si belle. Ma femme,” he whispered.

  Natasha had no clue what he was saying. Since Gianni often mixed French with Italian, she didn’t even know which language he was speaking. It didn’t matter because whatever he said was a direct link to her pussy, she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter.

  When Gianni licked between her silky folds and sucked her clit into his mouth, Natasha actually howled. If she hadn’t heard herself, she wouldn’t have believed that a sound like that could’ve come from her. Natasha fell back on to the bed and Gianni’s assault commenced. He imprisoned her clit between his lips and flicked his tongue until Natasha was practically singing his name. She clutched the bedding and endured, until she couldn’t.

  “Oh, Gianni. I’m cumming.”

  Gianni mumbled into her pussy, “Oui. Cum for me, baby.”

  Natasha went stiff as a board, shaking uncontrollably until she fell. And she fell hard. Gianni quickly climbed on the bed, and on top of Natasha. He positioned himself right at her opening and surged inside. As Gianni rode the waves of her orgasm, Natasha screamed his name without shame, as her pussy violently spasmed around his dick.

  “Always on my cock.... Always,” he growled.

  Gianni slowed to a deep stroke, massaging the walls of Natasha’s pussy. She was in a frenzy as she continued to come on his dick.

  “Baby, you fuck me soooo good.” She purred. “So fucking good.”

  Gianni dropped to one elbow and used his other hand to caressed Natasha’s face. He pressed his lips to her’s and pried her mouth open with his tongue, commanding her mouth and her body. He tongue fucked her mouth as his dick mastered her pussy. Natasha found herself lost in a sea of pleasure. She had no other choice than to erupt, amazed that she was coming again so soon. Her walls clamped around him, and she began to drown in that same sea of pleasure.

  She moaned into his mouth, “Oh God... You gonna just fuck me like this?”

  Gianni sped his pace. His long deep strokes turn to fast hard pumps. He fucked her with no mercy. Natasha clutched Gianni’s back and held on for dear life. His strokes turned frantic as he lunged into her fiercely.

  “Fuck! Nata... I’m cumming!”

  Gianni pulled out suddenly and crawled up her body. He gripped himself and stroked, until he was spilling his seed onto Natasha’s breast.

  “Aarrghh! Fuck!”

  Natasha squirmed, totally aroused by the vulgar placement of his semen. Gianni continued to stroke himself with one hand, while rubbing his semen into her breasts. When he was completely drained, he dropped down and gently kissed Natasha’s lips. He rolled off and laid down beside her. Gianni pulled her close to his body and held her tight. He reached over her body, to turn off the lamp on her nightstand. He held her for approximately five minutes before he fell asleep.

  Natasha laughed in her head, thinking, “Men. They cum. Then they pass out.”

  CHAPTER 28

  NATASHA

  She looked across the table at Gianni’s clean shaven face. Even without his sexy five o’clock shadow, he had the air of a “bad boy.” Gianni had successfully needled his way into Natasha’s system. She was sure that she would be devastated when he decided to move on.

  “Gianni, I noticed that the condom you put on the nightstand last night is still there.”

  Gianni lifted his fork to his mouth and responded, “Yes. I know.”

  Natasha waited on him to elaborate, but he simply shoved his eggs into his mouth. She narrowed her eyes at him and prepared to pounce, but before she could utter a word, Gianni cut her off. “You knew that I wasn’t wearing a condom. Why didn’t you stop me?”

  “I... I..,” she stammered, but Gianni cut her off again.

  “You didn’t stop me because the feeling of having no barrier between us is like heaven. And besides, you’re my wife. I’m not wearing a condom with my wife,” he said, shoving more eggs into his mouth.

  “Speaking of being your wife, have you figured out what we’re going to do” Are we gonna get an annulment or a divorce?”

  “Well, we can’t get an annulment. We’ve already consummated our marriage.”

  “So then we get a divorce?”

  “We can’t Natasha.”

  “What? What the hell do you mean, we can’t?”

  “I’m Catholic,” he nonchalantly replied. “I can’t get a divorce.”

  Natasha sat upright in her seat, staring at Gianni as if he’d lost his mind. Was he serious? Did he know what he was saying? She began to wonder if she’d misunderstood. Natasha took a deep breath and tried not to panic.

  “Gianni, what are you saying to me?”

  Gianni placed his fork on the table and looked up at Natasha. “I’m saying that you’re my wife and you’re going to stay my wife, until death do us part.”

  Natasha leaped to her feet, flipping her chair. She was in a full fledge panic. Tears fell from her eyes, as she began to pace back and forth. She glanced at Gianni, confused by the hurt look on his face. Didn’t he want to get out of this marriage?

  “Gianni, you don’t know what you’re saying! You don’t want this! You don’t want this! Do you hear me? Gianni, you DO NOT want this!”

  Gianni stood to his feet. He slowly walked over to where Natasha was having her meltdown. He grabbed her shoulders and held her still. He looked her in the eye and asked, “Is the thought of being my wife so terrible?”

  Natasha felt bad that she was hurting his feelings.

  “That’s not it, Gianni. Just trust me... You don’t want to be stuck with me,” she said, dropping her head into his chest.

  “Stuck?” He asked, confused by her statement.

  “Yes. Why should you be forced to stay married to a woman that you married while drunk out of your mind?”

  Gianni stepped back. He slid his hands up and down Natasha’s arms.

  “Natasha, I wasn’t that drunk. I remember everything that happened,” he admitted.

  Natasha stepped back. Gianni had stunned her with his confession.

  “If you weren’t drunk, then why did you marry me?”

  He simply shrugged and said, “Because you asked.”

  She screamed, “What?!”

  “You said that I made you feel alive and that you never wanted me to leave you. You dragged us in the closest jewelry store and bought these rings,” Gianni said, holding up his left hand.

  Natasha clutched her chest, walked over to the sofa, and collapsed. She couldn’t believe her ears.

  “You dropped to one knee and proposed. I said yes. You can see for yourself, because you made the store clerk record your proposal on your phone.”

  Natasha began to hyperventilate as he continued with the details. Gianni ran to sit next to her. He rubbed her back and encouraged her to slow her breathing.

  She wheezed, “Why would you say yes?”

  “Because you said that being with me made you happy. I want you to be happy.” His sincere answer only enhanced Natasha’s guilt.

  “Gianni, I’m so sorry. There’s something you need to know.” She was not looking forward to coming clean.

 
; Gianni turned her toward him, so that they were facing each other.

  “Tell me,” he urged.

  “I... I can’t have children,” she confessed.

  A look of confusion furrowed Gianni’s brow. He covered her hand with his. To Natasha’s surprise, he only smiled.

  “Natasha, I know. You told me the night we got married. I told you that we could adopt whenever you got ready.”

  Natasha gaped at Gianni. What he was saying to her was unbelievable. He was actually in total control of himself the other night, and he had willingly married her. None of it made sense to Natasha. Why would a man just willingly marry a woman that he’d only known for a little over a month? And to top it off, he wanted to stay married. How would they do that? Gianni lived in another country. Where would they live? Would he expect her to quit her job? She didn’t know what was going to happen. They were leaving in a few hours, which meant that they’d be returning to Chicago as Mr. and Mrs. Gianni Storm.

  The flight to Chicago was quiet. Thankfully there was a new attendant, but Natasha didn’t quite know what to say to Gianni. She had gone from the girl that didn’t have enough fun, take enough risks, to the girl that got plastered in Vegas and married a man that she really didn’t know. Every few minutes, Gianni would touch her hand or kiss her forehead, in an attempt to make her feel better about her reckless behavior. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate him being so sweet, she just didn’t understand him. She didn’t understand why he wasn’t upset, wondering why he’d actually said yes.

  By the time they made it to the limo, Natasha had come up with a plan. She needed time to sort things out between the two of them. She wanted to respect his religion, but she knew that her drunken marriage had no future.

  “Gianni, do you mind if we keep this to ourselves for awhile?”

  “What’s a while? My mother would kill me if she found out, from someone else that her only son was married.”

  Natasha was horrified. Catarina hadn’t even crossed her mind. She had advised Natasha not to give in too easily. Well, she couldn’t have been any easier than dropping to one knee and begging Gianni not to leave her. But, Natasha didn’t have time to dwell on her failures, because the limo was stopping in front of her condo. She turned to Gianni. But, again she didn’t know what to say. Luckily she didn’t have to speak. Gianni gently caressed her face and gently kissed her lips. Natasha smiled and climbed out of the limo. She walked up the walkway, but she quickly turned, startled that Gianni was right behind her.