Thirty-five: Audrina Bianchi

Thirty-five:

Audrina Bianchi

I had never been happier. I had met my aunt. She knew who I was finally. And she was going to get me out of the Barretta family grasp. I would get to marry Luca. The boy that I loved. And everything would be fine. I let Luca take my hand and lead me to his room. The second I was out of Augusta’s eyesight, Luca started kissing me. “You’re going to be my wife,” he growled, as he bit down on my lower lip. Wife. When Andre had talked about it, being married felt like a death sentence. When Luca talked about it, the idea of being married to him felt like heaven.

I giggled nervously. He was pressed up against me, and I could feel his cock in between my legs. “Are you going to fuck me finally, then?”

He laughed. “Not until I make an honest woman out of you, Beauty Queen. But Augusta did tell us to go to my room. Of course, there’s all kinds of things that we can get up to in there. I can still give you what you need, huh?”

“Good.” I kissed his neck, and