Angel’s Trumpet by Sem Thornwood

 

After I almost danced with every man in the Outfit and destroyed my feet, it didn’t take people long to call out “Bed her.” That was another tradition that needed to go, but at least it was not as degrading as the bloody sheets.

Our bloody sheets were not going to be presented in the morning. I knew people were going to talk about that behind my back, but Sal was right to take it down. Letting people gossip a bit to get rid of that tradition was a small price to pay.

Mom said that we should take the royal suite for our wedding night, but I didn’t want that. It wouldn’t feel special to me. I didn’t want to have my first time in a hotel room. I wanted us to have it in our house. I wanted it to represent us starting our new life.

Salvatore didn’t show any emotion as he led me to the limo, but it was okay since we were in public. When we seated, he took my hand and rested on his thigh like he did before but didn’t utter a word. One side of me was grateful for that since I felt a little nervous, but another part of me got even more nervous because he was silent.

I tried to give myself a silent pep talk. There was no reason for him to not want me. He also looked at me with desire all day, and he kissed me with such passion that I was still mesmerized a bit by it.

So, I just tried to think that maybe he was nervous too. I knew he had an active sex life, but probably none of his partners were virgins. That might be a reason to get nervous, I guessed.

When the limousine pulled in front of the house, Sal got out and helped me out after him.

I knew this mansion by heart. I visited it since I was a baby, but when we stepped inside, it felt different. I sometimes spent a few nights here and even had a guest room that was reserved for me but now this was home. This was where I lived now.

“I moved into one of the bigger master bedrooms since we need more space,” he said as he made his way to the wing his father and mother used to share. The wing he used to stay in was now occupied with Verona and Valerio. “I didn’t move into my father’s, though. It was a little bigger but didn’t felt right.” He turned to me. “I hope that’s okay.”

I nodded. “Of course.”

He hated his father. It was only natural that he didn’t want to live in his room. I was happy that he moved into a bigger room, though, considering his father and mother had separate rooms.

When we stepped into the room, I saw the massive bed with a bench, bedside tables, and a lot of boxes. “I made my men put them here but thought you want to unpack them yourself.”

I nodded. Unpacking the boxes I have sent was the last thing on my mind right now. My heart was pounding, and I was wasting all my wishes for Sal to not hear it.

He turned to me and swallowed thickly. It seemed like he wanted to say something, but he was as bad as me. So, that was it. He was nervous.

Okay, I could work with nervous.

“Did you also forbid the other tradition?”

He looked at me, puzzled. “What tradition?”

“The one with the knife.” Groom was supposed to cut the bride out of her dress. I found it very violent, but if he was into that, I was not against it either.

Sal shook his head like I asked something horrible. It was almost funny how terrified he looked at the thought of a knife, considering who he was. “I didn’t forbid it, but I am not going to do it.”

“Okay,” I nodded and then turned my back to him. “Then I suppose you will unbutton me?” I was supposed to go to the bathroom to freshen up and come back in sexy lingerie, but I was just too excited for that. Also, there was no way I could get out of this dress by myself.

He waited for a few seconds, but then I heard his heavy and slow footsteps. He stood behind me and brushed my black hair out of the way. Then I felt his knuckles on the nape of my neck. It was the softest touch, but I could feel that his hand was trembling. I couldn’t even find the time to analyze why he was shaking because he undid the top button. His fingers worked slow but expertly, and my breathing got impossibly fast.

When I felt the cold air on my bare back, I shivered. I tried to turn, but Salvatore held me on my waist and pressed a long kiss to my neck. Warmth spread all over my chest.

I pulled my arms out of the dress and let it fall to my middle. Sal took away his hands, and I allowed them to pool around my feet. Then I held my breath and turned around. I was wearing a white thong and a white bra. Both were lace and translucent. So, I knew when Sal’s eyes traveled the length of me, he could see my puckered nipples and that I was waxed raw for my wedding night down there.

He took a step back to take my sight better. His eyes darkened, and a second later, his jaw flexed. I wished I knew what he was thinking. But for now, I had to settle for the apparent desire in his eyes.

I didn’t give him time to further think and stepped closer. My hands found the back of his neck, and I pulled him to a kiss desperately.

He mumbled something unintelligible but didn’t fight me off. His lips met mine, and he kissed me hungrily. Yet, I could feel he was still restraining himself. He didn’t need to do that. I wanted him to want me.

His hands were still at his sides, so I thrust my body closer to him to ignite him more. When my belly brushed his hardness, he groaned, and this time he held me. Both of his hands came to my ass and pressed me to himself like he was afraid I might run away.

I had no such intentions.

I pushed away his jacket so that he could get as naked as me as quick as possible. He let me do that, his breaths coming fast. I could feel he was lost in his lust. After he lost the jacket, I reached to his waistband and took his dress shirt out of his pants. I needed to feel him skin to skin, and unbuttoning was going to take too long.

My hands went under his shirt, roaming over his abs. He was too hot and hard. “I waited for this all my life,” I mumbled between kisses. I always liked him, and since my sexual awakening, I always lusted after him.

One of his hands came to my cheek and pushed my face away from his. “Mia,” he rasped almost painfully.

I didn’t want to be away from him. I reached for his lips again, and my right hand left his abs to travel south. Unfortunately, he didn’t let me. Just when I was about to reach his dick, he pushed me away and took a step back. I felt like falling. One moment I was wrapped with lust and warmth, and the other, he was two steps away from me. Two steps too far.

“Don’t do this, Mia,” he said, looking down.

I could see the bulge in his pants, and I could tell how tense he was. Yet, he didn’t let me relax him. My lower lip fucking trembled before I could stop it. “Don’t you want me,” I could whisper, and my voice was so weak that it was no secret I was about to cry?

That was the last thing I wanted to do, but I couldn’t help it. This was my biggest fear. What the fuck was I doing wrong? Why didn’t he want me?

Sal raised his perfect green eyes to me. He was perfect, and he didn’t want me, but something changed when he saw my face. Great, he was probably thinking how pathetic I was.

He rubbed a hand over his face and groaned in frustration. Then he turned to me and ordered, “Get on the bed.”

Huh?

I was not following it very well, but I did what I was told because the other option was standing there trying not to cry.

When I was lying down on the bed almost naked, his gaze again traveled my body with a hungry look. I was having the hardest time understanding his emotions. I was also having a hard time understanding what he was going to do.

Some butterflies set free on my stomach when he started unbuttoning his cuffs. He didn’t take off his shirt but rolled the sleeves to his elbows, flashing his muscular forearms. Okay, maybe that was the problem. Perhaps he was into fucking without getting naked. I would be okay with that too.

After he was done with both arms, he lay down beside me on the bed, and I tried to stay still and not squirm in excitement. Luckily Sal didn’t lose any time and kissed me. His kiss was so much more controlled than before.

I wanted him to lost himself, so I moaned softly to his mouth and tried to get closer. “I am so wet,” I whispered, hoping it would make him move between my legs. Also, it was the truth. I was embarrassingly wet just because of his kisses and touches.

Again, Sal trembled as he pushed a black strand of hair out of my face. He still seemed in pain but hide it well by leaning down and taking a nipple between his teeth over my lace bra.

I couldn’t help but moan and felt the touch of his hot tongue all the way down my pussy. As a return, I earned a growl from Salvatore and felt the vibration in my whole body. His hand came to tease my other breast, and it felt so good. I arched my back for more. I loved what he did to my breasts, but I needed more. I needed friction between my legs.

When my hips rolled, searching for something, anything, I said, “Please! Salvatore, please.”

He growled again, and his mouth left my nipple, and he shook his head. I was so close to being disappointed by the movement, but next, I felt the hand that was just cupping my boob on my thigh. He drew lines and got closer to my aching warmth.

I wanted him to kiss my lips or look at me, but he didn’t do either of them. Instead, he licked and sucked my neck, and finally, his fingers reached the lace of my panties. He brushed the heel of his hand to me, and I rolled my hips to get more. He didn’t waste time, though. After a few seconds, his big palm was inside my thong, and he dipped his finger between my folds.

“Ah! Salvatore!” I moaned when he rubbed my clit with his forefinger.

He kissed the spot under my ear. “You are wet.”

“I am,” I confirmed and squirmed to get more of him.

To be fair, he did give me what I wanted. He didn’t tease me or play me. His mouth traveled between my neck and my tits. He never once looked at me, but after few minutes, I lost my sense because of his fingers working between my folds.

He spread my wetness all over and rubbed me expertly. When I begged for more, one of his fingers tested my opening. My hips hit up to slid the tip of his finger inside me. With that permission, he put all of the finger inside of me, and we both groaned in a union.

“You are so tight, Mia,” he murmured to my nipple. And after he pulled back and thrust back inside, a “Fuck” left his lips.

I loved it.

I loved turning him on.

As he started fucking me with one finger and rubbing my clit with his thumb, I reached into his pants to cup his cock. I wanted to make him crazy as well. But he stopped me before I could touch it and simply said, “No.”

I knew it was more complicated for men. He probably wanted to come inside me. So, I let it go and only focused on his fingers and his hot mouth.

He kissed me.

He sucked me.

He fucked me with his finger so good.

I started writhing like crazy and called out, “I am coming.”

This time his mouth came to my face. He kissed me, and when our tongues met, I came with a violent shudder around his finger. My moans were swallowed by him.

He pumped me and kissed me until I was thoroughly wasted. When he pulled back, I looked at him with a drunk smile. I was impossibly wet and ready for more. I have never feared the pain of losing my virginity anyway. I wanted him deep inside me.

Just when I was about to voice that thought, he pulled his finger out, and I moaned softly. Then he got away from me immediately. My brows furrowed, but he didn’t give me time to ask or react because he got to his feet and said, “You should sleep now.” Then he moved to the bathroom.

I sat up so fast my head hurt. “What the fuck Sal?”

He turned back to me with so many emotions in his eyes, anger, uncertainty, and… Regret? Sadness? I couldn’t tell.

“You got off, didn’t you?” he asked. “Now, sleep.”

“Well, I am sure you know something else is supposed to happen on a wedding night. I am good enough to marry but not good enough to fuck?”

I saw his hands flexing at his sides, but he again turned his back. “Go to sleep Mia. Nothing more is going to happen.” Then he disappeared to the bathroom. I was ready to follow him, but he locked the door behind him loudly.

When I heard the shower, I said fuck it, buried my face into the pillow, and started crying.

 

Fucking kill me already. Resisting Mia was the hardest thing I had to do in my whole life. I was determined to not touch her in order to keep my demons at bay, but that damn lingerie. Her tits were small but round and perfect. Her pussy was bare for me to take.

God, how I wanted to take her. I wanted to fuck her in every position I know until the sun came up.

But it was just too dangerous. It was going to end up with me hurting her. I couldn’t risk that just to please my dick.

I managed to stop her before I lost control, but when I saw her beautiful lower lip tremble, it felt like a dagger to the heart. She thought I didn’t touch her because I didn’t want her. It was the funniest thing I have ever heard. There was no man who could resist her hot body. Yet, I somehow did. But still wanted to give her something. I couldn’t fuck her, but she deserved an orgasm.

Now that I was impossibly hard, I also needed one. I didn’t deserve it, but I needed it. When the shower started raining down on me, I wrapped my hand around my cock. The same hand I used to finger her. Still covered with her juices. I closed my eyes and imagined her here with me. Her pale body was naked and pushed to the tiled wall. My cock was not in my hands but in her tight pussy. Fuck, so tight.

I imagined wrapping my hand on her throat and fucking her hard, her nipples and cheek rubbing the wall with each thrust. All those sweet moans she gave me escaping her mouth, but also there were her screams.

I wanted all.

I wanted her pleasure, but I also wanted her pain.

When I came groaning harder than ever, I knew I made the right decision. She didn’t deserve to be in pain just because I was a twisted motherfucker. All those things were only going to live in my head.

After I returned to the room, Mia was lying on her side, her face covered by shadows. I didn’t stop to look at her since I knew it was going to either end up with me feeling like I have been punched in the face or blood filling my groin again.

I just went to the closet and got into my briefs. Usually, I would just sleep like this, but I was actually scared that it might be tempting, so I put on some sweatpants and a white tee before returning to the bedroom. Maybe the best idea was sleeping somewhere else, but I couldn’t do that and hurt Mia even more.

Mia was lying. Her back turned to my side, and the sheets were wrapped around her delicate body. I didn’t even try to get under the covers with her because she was probably still in that stupid white thong and transparent bra. It was good to have as many layers as possible between us.

I put an arm under my head and watched the ceiling. I wasn't trying to sleep but instead listening to Mia’s breathing. After few seconds, I realized she was not sleeping. Actually, she was… crying? She was not bawling, but her breathing was all uncoordinated, and it was obvious that she tried to keep in some shaky breaths.

There was no way I could listen to this. “Go to sleep Mia.”

Her body went rigid at once then she sniffed. “I hate you,” she rasped, and I could hear all her anger and disappointment in her voice.

“I know,” I responded. I know you hate me, but at least you are safe from me.