Chapter 8
WARNING:- Sexual Content and Sexism Jean's P. O. V
It was late when I got home that day. I scurried over to the kitchen and made the quickest thing I could cook but still be good enough. After 30 minutes I was done and just in time when I heard Matteo came into the room.
I quickly run into the kitchen carrying his plate and drink in my hands. I set down the plate as he was sitting on the table. I grabbed a fork and gave myself a small bite of the food. I then proceeded to the part which I hate the most, kneeling beside him.
"Can my parents go to the wedding too?" I looked up to him and he stopped eating. My heartbeat paced. Did I do something wrong? Is it bad to ask that? But it's something so harmless.
"What for?"
"It's my wedding. I think it would be nice to at least see them there. Please, Matteo." He sighed and continued eating his dinner.
"Alright." ***
Matteo and I were getting ready for the Engagement Party for tonight. I was busy wearing my gown and putting on makeup and doing my hair. I did a simple bronze eyeshadow look matched with red lipstick, my skin glowing gold as light hits it in certain areas.
I simply curled my hair and let it down. Matteo is wearing a black suit that fits him nicely. Anything could look good on him. He makes everything look expensive, and of course, they are expensive.
By the time I was done, it was time for us to leave and drive to the venue. I am seated beside him on the back seat. The whole ride was silent, and being the loud person I am, I am tempted to break it.
But then, I'm scared to anger him and give me unexpected bruises at my engagement party. The least I could do for this marriage is to look happy and not need to feel it. I sighed and suddenly felt a hand up in my thigh, caressing it, squeezing it sexually. His hand pulled the skirt of my gown up exposing my legs and inner thighs.
"M-matt," I muttered, not knowing what to do with his actions, feeling uncomfortable especially when there is a driver present. He seems to love doing it when people are around.
"Are you wearing panties, amore mio?" I shook my head no since he instructed me not to wear any today.
It's uncomfortable with all this tulle but I do not dare to defy him as much as possible. I need to be good in order to widen my range of freedom at least. I want him to trust me enough to let me go back to medical school. Plus, it is less pain for me because he might hit me if I make him mad.
I feel his hands get near my inner thighs and slowly reached my vagina. His fingers playing teasingly with my clit. I bit my lip trying to hold back a moan. "M-matt, stop please," I tried to pull his hand away in between my legs but he just added pressure on it, a low moan escaped my lips.
He knows how to touch me, to play with my body, and he knows how to make me want more. But this is not the time for that, we are about to meet people after a few minutes. This is his way of torturing me. He is using my weakness against me again.
"Are you sure about that?" He whispered in my ear with a low tone voice. A sound that sounds so sexy it makes me want him even more.
He crashed his lips unto mine. Who knew a kiss was enough for someone to show his dominance over you. The kiss was rough and desperate for more. He slid his finger in me as his lips were on mine.
I moaned into the kiss, trying to push him away to breathe but he only added another finger in. My opening is too tight that only a finger could fit in it.
Two fingers are definitely painful for me to put in but he enjoys watching me in pain but be pleased with it. His fingers were moving faster and faster in me every second, moving it around, hitting my g-spot.
I grabbed onto his arm squeezing it, in need of something to hold tightly to as I reach my high. But when I was about to cum, he pulled his finger out.
My eyebrows scrunched, slightly annoyed, slightly confused. No one wants to be left hanging especially in that case. It's something that could easily annoy me. But then again, this might be just another one of his games.
He pulled his lips away from mine and looked into my eyes. Suddenly, I felt an object slide in me but it is not his fingers.
"What's that?"
Matteo smirked, "We're here."
I looked at the car window and there we are in front of a luxurious hotel. The driver opened the door for Matteo and Matteo opened the door for me. He extended his hand, supporting me as I hop out of the car. I wrap my arm around him as we walk towards the hotel.
The butler guided us to the penthouse and led us to the venue of the party. The room was huge, decorated with warm lights and candles all over the ceiling. Everything looks so nice and simple and not so extravagant, but beautiful.
It reminds me of how I told him how I want our wedding should be. I looked at Matteo beside me and appreciated how thoughtful he is.
"Why are you smiling?" I suddenly went back to reality, not realizing I have this smile plastered on my face as I was looking at him. I shook my head, "Nothing, it just looks beautiful."
We walked towards a few guests who majority, or maybe all, are unfamiliar faces for me. They greeted me nicely, asking me random questions about me or Matteo.
Matteo was having his blunt and serious expression as usual as he communicates with the guests. I appreciate that majority of them are nice, making this experience less of a nightmare.
"Such a lovely lady. Maybe you could help our Matteo smile more often," the lady joked. I responded with a small laugh to be polite, quite nervous about how to react since she seems to be too comfortable with Matteo to be speaking of him that way.
"Get over it, Aunt Marie." Oh, so that's Aunt Marie. Matteo's favorite relative. He used to always talk about how she is much closer to her than his own immediate parents. She is Matteo's mom's sister.
Matteo's mom died when she gave birth to him and Aunt Marie was the one who stood by him and became his own mother in his early years.
That's why Matteo used to be this quiet kid in the past because people are hardly beside him, he hardly has anyone to talk to. He has already been through a lot when he lost his mother when he was born.
His father has always been firm with him. Moving to the U.S. is much harder for him being away from the person that he actually trusts doesn't help either. Luckily, I was the one who became that person to him.
Suddenly the buzzing chatters that can be heard across the hall became silent. I looked around the room to see what was the commotion about and saw the man that I actually fear for me and Matteo, Mr. Dante Moretti, his father.
I gulped and felt the tension across the room. I'm sure I am not the only one who is afraid right now. The Moretti's presence oozes so much power that anyone is afraid of them. They have power in both crime and law.
The politicians you know are their puppets. Everything is wrapped around their fingers. They could eliminate you in a snap, literally, as if you never existed in this world.
That's who they are. I almost thought Matteo would be the person that would break this chain of theirs but then it seemed that he formed him into the Moretti mold.
Maybe that's why he changed so much. Of course, Dante wouldn't want his son to be soft and ruin his hard earned power that has been passed through generations.
His pride is too much to even handle such thought.
He walked towards me and Matteo and I immediately bowed my head to him. This is what I have been thought even before I got into this mess. Always show him respect because that is how he is supposed to be greeted. He gave me a small nod in response.
I stayed silent waiting for either of the father and son to say something. I am never allowed to speak without permission in front of him because he still believes that women should not speak unless she was asked to.
I have been trained for this by my parents ever since. At first, I was against it but then my parents reasoned out to me that I would only do it in his presence and that does not happen very often.
Never piss off the Morettis, even though they're our friend.
"Father," Matteo finally spoke out, breaking the awkward and deafening silence across the room.
"Son," Mr. Moretti responded, "Congratulations. I do hope you'll produce an heir soon, the point of this marriage."
I'm a baby factory.
"Are you sure you're not barren, dear?" I shook my head no in response. He nodded approvingly. "Guess, I'm done here. I wish you both well."
With that, he left the room. Everyone is still silent as he walked out. As the door closed behind him, I hear everyone let out a sigh of relief as if they were holding their breaths the whole 5 minutes he was there in the room. I let out a small chuckle at the thought despite the fact of how true it is.
"Now that the awful part is gone, let's have a little game shall we?" I hear Matteo whisper in my ear. Suddenly I feel a buzzing inside me, realizing it was a vibrator that he put it earlier in the car. I thought it was just a simple sex toy but no, he had other things in mind to play with me.
"M-matt, can we not do this right now?" I pleaded, my hand gripping tightly at his arm at the sensations I was feeling down there but still trying to hide it with the number of strangers around me.
"What did you say, love?" He whispered and I feel the vibrations get more intense. I bit my cheek trying to hold my reactions in. Another set of people walked over to us, greeting us and congratulated us.
I smiled unto them and tried to act as normally as I can. I feel the toy gets more intense and I can't help but glare at Matteo and instantly regretted after I see his mood change when he saw my face. I can control my tongue but not my facial expressions. My face has a mind of its own.
The day continued. During dinner, Matteo would turn it off but then turn it on again at the most unlikely times which is when people are around me and trying to talk to me. But I managed to keep a straight face throughout the night.
The pleasure might be intense but I don't want to be embarrassed.
We got home by midnight. Matteo asked me to go to the bedroom first as he said he needed to check on something first.
I quickly removed my accessories and placed them gently on their respective organizers. I then proceeded to remove my makeup and washed my face in the bathroom because I could not stand having it all night on my face. As much as I love putting it on, my skin is so sensitive that I could break out if it was left on too long.
I know it's weird that I am still wearing my gown as I remove my makeup. Honestly, I love the gown too much that I want to wear it as long as I could possibly can. I suddenly hear the bathroom door close.
I look over to see Matteo was there, only in his boxers, his wonderful toned body exposed. He walked over to me and grabbed my hand and pulled me back to the bedroom.
He leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on the lips, very much different than what it was earlier.
"You look so damn beautiful tonight, amore mio. I badly want to rip that dress off of you and fuck you senseless on that bed," he planted kisses on my neck.
"Is it okay if I ask you something?"
"Hm?"
"Please don't be mad. I'm just really confused," He pulled the straps of my gown down, letting it drop on the floor, exposing every inch of me.
His hands travel up and down my breasts to the waist. His hands occasionally play with my breasts. "Why are you giving me mixed signals? I know that you designed my wedding gown like the gown I showed you back then.
You set the venue in a simple manner just like how I asked you. What am I to you, Matt?"
Matteo suddenly stopped what he was doing with my body and looked into my eyes. I cupped his cheek and looked deep into his green orbs. "Please? I'm willing to fully give myself to you. I'm willing to do anything you want because I love you. Just let me in again."
His lips formed a smirk and pulled my hair back behind my ear, "Do you really want to know who you are to me, love?"
I can see his eyes darkening and I gulped knowing this is not going to end well.
"Okay, then. Might as well show you."