Two days later.
We’d been nonstop swimming, eating, snorkeling, and visiting locals. McKayla created an entire plan of things we could do for our trip. Now we were back on the beach with chairs lined up, and our family and friends held up their cameras, taking pictures. I wore white pants and a shirt, with my father standing as my best man. McKayla had Rena standing next to her, and I smirked as she wiped the tears away as the pastor went through our vows.
“Do you McKayla Calabresi take Savio Calabresi as your husband?” he asked.
“I do.” She smiled, and I gripped her palm and lifted her wrist.
She looked beautiful in a lacey white, spaghetti strap, flowy dress that I wanted to rip off her before we even came out of the room.
“Do you Savio Calabresi take McKayla Calabresi to be your wife?”
“Yes.” I went to pull her into my chest to kiss her.
“Wait, Savio!” She laughed, and the pastor chuckled at us.
“I have declared you Mr. and Mrs. Calabresi.”
“Come here.” I lifted her by her legs, wrapped them around my waist, and walked off, leaving everybody to laugh at me. It had been too long since we’d been that way, and I craved her more and more since we got down here. I pulled back from the kiss and walked us off back to our room and pushed the door open, then shut and locked the door.
“What about the reception?”
“No.”
“You said we’d have a traditional wedding.”
“We’re about to have our own party.”
I opened the bedroom door and placed her on her feet, and she gasped in astonishment.
“When did you do this?”
“I had your mother and Rena fix this for us.”
The bed had pink rose petals formed in a circle on it. Candles were lit on the table with our food and champagne. I made sure to have the presidential villa with a balcony on the side, a king-size bed that was raised off the floor, with photos of us from Italy plastered around.
“You really paid attention.”
“I want to make sure you’re happy.”
“Be honest and trust me.”
“I do.”
“Come and take this off me.” McKayla turned her back to me, and I raised my shirt over my head and dropped my pants. I ran a hand across her back, and she shivered under my touch. I pressed a kiss to the back of her neck.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“Show me how much you love me.” Her hand reached up and rubbed the back of my head as I slipped her dress off her body. Wearing a thong and no bra, I held her breasts in my hands and squeezed, listening to her moans.
“Fucking gorgeous.”
“Make love to me.”
“Your smooth, sweet skin melts under my touch.”
I rubbed down her arms, shifted her to face me, and captured her lips. I stepped back, stared at her, and moved around her to pick up the glasses of champagne.
“Let’s toast.”
“To what?”
“To you for walking into my world and changing it for the better.”
“Mr. Calabresi, are you smiling?”
I gulped the champagne down and took the glass out of her hands.
“I’m going to love wiping that smile off your face.”
“Promise?”
I growled, dropped down to my knees in front of her, and raised her left leg over my shoulder to smell her essence.
“Mmmmm…”
“You smell so good, baby.”
“Fuck me, baby.”
I grabbed the back of her legs and sucked on her sweet sex, savoring her cries as I tweaked her nipples and smacked on her on the right ass cheek.
“Ahhhhh… Savio.” Her moans bounced off the walls. She held the back of my head and moved her hips. I bit the inside of her thighs gently, then kissed the sting away and moved up her stomach to trail kisses and suck on her left breasts, twisting her right nipple. Her heavy mounds were ready to be devoured. I teased her long enough and raised her up, lining her up with my dick, and eased inside as she reached around to hold onto my shoulder.
“Shit!” I grunted and pumped slowly.
“Fuck… Yes, baby.” Her eyes clamped shut, and I kissed along her chin, cheek, and forehead.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be leaving this room for days.”
We went to the bed, and I laid her down, still connected, and slowed my pumps, teasing her lovingly as we looked at each other. She ran a hand up my chest and pulled me forward to hover over her body for a kiss. Leaving kisses down her back, then both butt cheeks, I kneaded and spread her ass wide. I stuck my tongue into her ass.
“Aghhh! God!” She tried to reach behind her and push me away.
“Stop moving, or I’ll stop,” I growled, grasping her arms with one hand, and went back to feasting on her ass and swiping my tongue across her pussy.
“You like this, baby?”
McKayla tried to hump my face.
“Let me hear you.”
I spat in her pussy, slammed back in her, and picked up my pace, punishing her for leaving me.
“Yesss… Oh God!”
“Damn… McKayla.” I leaned over her back and placed both hands on the side of her body. She looked over her shoulder and reached to kiss me. The smacking of our skin picked up throughout the room, and I removed my lips and stuck my finger in her mouth.
“Get it wet.”
As she sucked on my finger, I groaned as if she were sucking on my dick.
“Stop.”
McKayla grinned, and I finished sucking on her bottom lip and slid the finger she sucked on into her tight hole.
“Ooohhh… Mmmmm…” she moaned.
I slowly moved my finger in and out as her juices covered the sheets.
“I’m about to come,” she cried out, gripping the sheets. Her body convulsed, and I pulled my finger out and let her release.
“Yeah, baby, wet these sheets up.” I pounded into her uncontrollably when I released.
“Come in your wife!”
The words charged me up, and I released all my seed. Removing myself from her, I lay next to her and lifted her to lie on my chest. We both let our breathing calm down, and I rolled her onto her back, and she welcomed me between her legs.
“We’re married.”
I nuzzled my face in her neck.
“We’ve been married, baby.”
She chortled. “This is for real though.”
“It was real for me when we went to the courthouse.”
McKayla puckered her lips and kissed me on the cheek, and we fell into a long, deep sleep together, never leaving the bedroom until it was time to come out for the family dinner.
Two days later, we were at a family dinner, gathered around drinking and eating on our last day. McKayla was dressed in a floor-length silver gown, with her hair up in a ponytail and wearing the sexiest red lipstick and dark eyes. She made me look at her differently.
“Sei bellissima.” I called her beautiful in Italian. “Hai delle labbra così deliziose… Baciami.” I told her she had delicious lips and to kiss me. I bent down, reached my hand around her neck, and sucked on her bottom lip, then sucked her tongue into my mouth.
“Can you two breathe for a minute? You’re messing my stomach up.” Rena pouted, picked up her margarita, and gulped it down.
“Rena, your love life will improve if you stop being so grouchy,” McKayla said.
Rena rolled her eyes and picked up her fork to continue eating. Everything was decorated under a canopy with a long table, and my father sat at the head, with my mother next to him. I sat at the foot of the table with McKayla next to me. They had the table full of food that my mother made sure to incorporate our favorites from Italy from pasta to seafood. I covered McKayla’s hand on top of the table and kissed the back of her palm.
“All right, I want to give a speech,” Renato said.
“Oh God.” McKayla tried to cover her face.
“Savio knows I’m not the best at doing this type of thing. But I wanted to let you know, good looking on having in house pussy.”
McKayla choked on her drink, and I glared at Renato and tried to jump up.
“Savio, calm down.”
“Renato, shut up.” Adelina slapped on the arm.
“I’m congratulating him.”
“You’re embarrassing McKayla,” Adelina explained as McKayla’s parents shook their heads.
“He’s your brother,” McKayla said.
“And your brother-in-law.”
“Okay, it’s my turn.” Rena clinked her knife against the glass of champagne.
“You’ve had enough to drink.” Sante tried to pull Rena to sit down.
“Anyway, I want to say congrats to my best friend and her husband on a wonderful wedding and this fabulous vacation,” Rena explained.
“Congrats!” everybody said at the same time, and we drank and ate for the rest of the night.
I watched McKayla dance with her father and then mine as the music played. I stood back and admired the smile on her face as she looked carefree and relaxed with my family.
“I have something for you to see.” Sante stood next to me and held out his phone.
“Is it done?” My eyes glanced down at his phone.
“Take a look.” He punched around on his phone and passed it to me. I saw a video of Viviana in a room, tied to a chair with her mouth gagged, as she screamed. A man wearing a mask came into frame, holding a knife in his hands.
“This is for the Calabresi Family.”
He walked behind her, grabbed her wrists, and slit them. He then moved around to the front of her body and cut across her knees as she screamed out in pain.
“End it,” a voice that sounded a lot like Elio came through.
“With pleasure.” He gripped her by the neck, pulled it back, and slid the knife across. I clicked off the video and thought of how this could have been avoided if she and her father had just stayed away and not try to harm my McKayla. People knew me as the beast when I was only focused on taking care of my family’s safety.