Page 90 of Prince of Vice
The service is a blur as I keep my eyes locked onto his. Finally, it's time for us to exchange vows.
"Primo," I start, my voice trembling with excitement as I launch into my vows. The words tumble from my lips in a torrent, my heart racing so fast that I can barely remember what I've said. But it doesn't matter – the raw emotion speaks louder than any well-crafted phrase could.
"Isabella," Primo replies, his voice steady and controlled, just like the man himself. "You have made me a better man. You have saved me from the darkness that once consumed me. I vow to spend my entire life trying to live up to you and everything you've done for me."
The sincerity in his words is palpable, the depth of his emotion resonating through every syllable.
Before I know it, Primo's strong arms encircle my waist, pulling me into him as his lips crash against mine. The passion ignites within us, an insatiable fire that consumes us both. He dips me back, deepening the kiss further, our love on full display for everyone to witness.
"By the power vested in me," the officiant declares, "I now pronounce you husband and wife."
As we break apart, our breaths mingling in the air between us, I know without a doubt that this is the beginning of a beautiful, passionate life together – filled with love, devotion, and a connection that transcends time itself.
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"Congratulations!" Our friends and family cheer as we make our way to the limo, their faces alight with joy. The reality of being Primo's wife fills me with a warmth I've never experienced before.
Once inside the limo, Primo's arms wrap around me, pulling me into a heated kiss that leaves me breathless. His voice is low and sultry, tinged with the darkness I've grown to crave. "I can't wait to rip this dress off you and fuck you until you're begging for mercy."
My core clenches at his words, the filthiness contrasting with the purity of my wedding gown. He pushes me down onto the backseat, lifting my skirt and burying his face between my legs. My hands grip the soft leather as his tongue delves into me, sending shivers up my spine.
"Primo," I moan. His fingers slide into me, curving to hit that perfect spot. "I want to scream your name every time I come."
He pulls away, his eyes dark with lust. "I'll make sure of it, my needy little wife. Your body belongs to me now, and I'll use it every single day."
Without another word, he unzips his pants and takes out his cock, fully erect and glistening with precum. I move toward him, my mouth watering at the sight. As I take him in, the taste of him overwhelms me, and I suck him with abandon.
"Such a good girl," he groans above me, his hands gripping my hair. The dirtiness of the act only fuels my desire. I feel like a goddess, powerful and sensual, even as I submit to him.
Just as he's about to cum, he pulls me off, his breathing ragged. "Climb on, Isabella," he orders, his voice husky. "I want my cum dripping down you for the entire reception."
I climb onto his lap, straddling him as the limo glides through the city streets. His hands grip my hips, guiding me as I bounce on his cock. He pulls my wedding dress down, exposing my breasts to the dim light of the limo. His mouth latches onto my soft flesh, biting and marking me as he groans in pleasure.
"God, Isabella, you belong to me now. And I'm so fucking thankful for it," he murmurs between bites.
My body trembles with each thrust, feeling the orgasm building within me like a tidal wave. "Primo, I... I'm trying to hold on," I gasp, clutching at his broad shoulders.
"Wait for me," he commands, his voice strained. His fingers pinch my nipples hard, sending jolts of pleasure through me. "Now, come for me."
We come together, our cries mingling in the air as we lose ourselves in the intensity of the moment. As though on cue, the limo stops in front of the reception hall. I right myself, but I can feel his cum dripping down my thighs.
"I love the idea of my cum dirtying up your wedding dress," Primo whispers, his eyes dark with desire. "You're mine now, Isabella."
As we enter the reception, Primo is immediately pulled aside by Giovanni. I watch them talk business, their expressions serious. Teddy approaches me, a mischievous grin on his face.
"Hey, they're talking business. We gotta break it up, but first... shots!" He laughs, and I join him. Together, we down our glasses before moving toward the two brothers. I place a hand on Primo's arm, urging him to relax and enjoy the celebration.
"Come on, boys, drink up and have some fun," I tell them playfully. We cut the cake, and Primo feeds me a bite with a gentle touch. He gives me a warning look as I grin, daring him to think I'd smash it in his face. Instead, I dab icing on his nose, and he smiles, though a promise of punishment lingers in his eyes.
"Can't wait," I murmur, the anticipation thrilling me.
We dance, our bodies moving in sync to the rhythm of the music, but soon enough, Primo's lust is too strong to contain. He pulls me close, whispering in my ear, "I need you again, Isabella."
He announces to the gathered guests that he appreciates their presence but must take his bride away.
Upon entering the hotel room, my senses are flooded with the rich scent of roses and the flickering glow of candles. Primo pulls me close, his eyes reflecting a love that both warms and consumes me.
"Isabella," he whispers, "I love you more than anything. I'm so incredibly lucky to have you as my wife."