Chapter 7: Wedding Night

Sienna

I was seated at our table when I saw Carmella rushing out of the mansion and heading straight to her father’s parked Mercedes. A few seconds later, the car speeds away.

My mother had prepared me to be a mafia wife, she raised me not to talk back and to speak when spoken to, but what my mother didn’t prepare me for were the betrayal and heartbreak. Carmella had been seeing Dante behind my back all this time. That was probably how he knew we would be at that specific café where he waltzed in with the blonde. They had played me for a fool and I was none the wiser.

My heart might as well be made of glass because the one person I trusted irrevocably shattered it. Trusted even more so than my own mother.

And yet, no tears came. Is this what absolute heartbreak felt like; a numbness in your chest and difficulty breathing? Because that is what I feel like right now.

First, my father hands me over to one of our world’s most brutal mob bosses, my mother ignoring my pleas for help, and now the utter disrespect towards me on my wedding day.

No one truly loved me, it seems. I was alone in this world now with no friends or family to call in times of need and completely at Dante’s will.

“Sienna,”

My heart stops beating at that very moment when I hear his voice and feel his closeness. Dante took a seat next to me and I turned my head to look at him, noting that nothing was out of place.

There wasn’t a hint of infidelity on him. He grins at me. “What happened to ‘you may have as many women as you wish’?” He asks and I feel a burning in my chest.

“I didn’t think it would extend to my family, Dante,” I say as I turn to face him. “Does the Dragonetti family have no honour running through their veins? I knew I married into a ruthless family, but I certainly did not anticipate this disrespect.” I spit out through gritted teeth as I tried to control my now rising anger. Dante clenched his fist and I could tell he did not expect those words to leave my mouth.

“Is this how you speak to your Capo?” He asks and I cock my head to the side.

“Is this how you treat your wife?” I fire back and keep my expression impassive. “If you want to put that fist to good use, you better do it now because I would rather die than stay married to you for a second longer. You disgust me.”

I say and get up from my seat intending to leave because I could not stand to be that close to him any longer, but he grabs my wrist.

“Sit down, Sienna, or I will take that statement to heart.” He warns and I could tell from his deadly tone that I have crossed the line. I slowly sit back down and look straight ahead. Dante would not stand for my disrespect either, and I had a feeling my wedding night would be more painful than expected.

The reception goes on for a further two hours before Dante decides it was time to call it a night. He takes me by the hand and leads me towards the mansion to the cheers of his brothers and soldiers. But when I looked over at my parents, the both of them looked as if their world was crashing down and Davide was standing off to the side with his fist clenched.

No one wanted this marriage, me even more so.

Dante leads me up the stairs and I am once again taken by the beauty of the interior; The Dragonetti elders had beautiful tastes. We come to a stop outside a gilded door with the Dragonetti emblem emblazoned on it in gold; The red dragon breathing green fire into the crest. Wow, this family was extremely proud of their name.

He opens the door and leads me inside to a beautiful room decorated in gold and warm honey brown accents, but the awe of the room couldn’t stop the growing trepidation in my chest; I am about to give my virginity to the man who buried himself deep inside my cousin a few hours ago.

Dante stands with his back to me. “Sienna, you understand that I have to do this, don’t you?” He asks me while removing his jacket and tie, and I am genuinely surprised by his question. Of course, I understood.

“Yes, I do,” I answer him, and he turns around to face me. He walks toward me, and my heart drops right into my stomach. This was it.

Dante looks down at me and removes the veil from my hair and throws it to the side, then he reaches into his pocket, pulls out a knife and turns me around - my back to him. He runs his finger down the opening in my dress and I immediately feel the goosebumps as they form all over my skin.

The next moment, my dress was a pool at my feet - Dante had cut the straps with the knife he held. I feel his lips running over the skin on my neck while he plants kisses there and I couldn’t help but gasp at this. Then he proceeds to remove every pin in my hair until it cascades over my shoulders in long curls.

Why was he being so gentle after literally insulting me?

“Dante,” I start and turn around to face him, “you don’t need to be gentle with me. Take what you came for and get it over with.” I say and walk towards the bed, but he snakes his arms around my waist and pulls me back, slamming me against his chest. I let out a gasp when we collide and he cups my cheek and tilts my chin up to face him, then kisses me.

This kiss felt different - the one in our courtyard was out of curiosity, the one in the church was to establish possession and dominance, but this one... this one was soft and sweet. He gently caresses my tongue with his and I couldn’t help but follow his lead because his kiss demanded it - demanded submission.

He fists my hair in the nape of my neck and pulls me in for a deeper kiss. I could feel his arousal against my abdomen when I wrapped my arms around him. Dante breaks off the kiss and then looks me in the eye.

“I know I don’t have to be gentle with you, but this is your first time giving your body to a man. Might as well make it enjoyable or you will only have poor memories of this day.” He says, but I could see the frown that crossed his brows as he says this, as if he didn’t expect those words to leave his mouth.

I couldn’t form any words, either out of fear or arousal. He picks up his knife again and cuts open my corset until my chest is laid bare to him. It drops to the floor, and he does the same to the panties I had on. What was wrong with just pulling it off? Or was this another Dragonetti custom?

He gazes at my naked body, and I immediately feel a blush forming on my cheeks. I avert my gaze, but Dante tilts my chin up again and forces me to look at him.

“Do not look away from me, Sienna. I need your eyes on me at all times. Do not think about why we are here - look into my eyes and enjoy what I am about to make you experience.”

I nod and he leads me over to the foot of my bed and sits me down before laying me back on the bed. He lays down next to me and leans down for a kiss but I suddenly stiffen at his kiss as I think back to what I had witnessed earlier. I pushed it down and tried to calm myself; I had no say; he was my Capo and husband and I had to submit to him willingly.

Dante caressed my body with his warm hands, tracing his fingers over my stomach and breasts before running circles over my nipples with his thumb. This was a weird sensation - disgust and arousal. He breaks off the kiss and gets on top of me before leaning down and planting kisses on my neck and over my breasts.

I couldn’t help it - I moaned softly at this. No man had done this to me before, no man had ever touched me like this before, and I knew he would be my first and last. Then he did something strange - he started kissing, heading downwards, planting kisses over my stomach and ending just above my mound. Then he pushed my legs open, and looked up at me and I could see the lust filling his eyes.

Oh, God - don’t tell me he’s going to do what I think he was!