I Want Your Sister

Twenty days. That was all the time left before Luciano was to marry. Of course, he'd known well in advance that he would be married sooner or later. More like sold to the highest bidder. It didn't matter whether he liked the woman he was about to marry or if she was pretty enough for his tastes, the deal had already been made with the Morini family.

That's right, a grown man who'd already lived thirty-two years of his life was being sold by his Pa and Ma to another grown man--er, to his daughter. The two of them would wed, make a caravan full of miniature made men, and then hope to live a long and prosperous life full of something sort of like love.

It would be fine.

Luciano did not hold the same sentiment. It wasn't that he was upset about the marriage. He held off as long as he could, doing his father's dirty work in hopes that the old man would forget about the marriage entirely. It was simply that he did not want to be married, much less be forced into a marriage over something so silly like a peace treaty and money.

But when the Morini family made an offer his Pa couldn't refuse, Luci knew he would be utterly fucked. Locked right the hell down by the ring that he was going to put on a woman's hand. A woman he didn't know. He felt the weight of the box in his pocket, heavy and fucking relentless. It felt like a steel anchor weighing him down

Not only would he have to share his home with another person, but his money and quiet time would soon be spent on screaming babies and shitty diapers. He wanted to point a pistol directly at his temple just at the mere thought of the screaming and the rancid smells. Fortunately, he would just continue his mental anguish and be dramatic internally.

Tonight was the night of the couple's engagement party. Close family to Italians meant cousins, cousins of cousins, and the fleas attached to the dogs of the cousins of cousins. In short, the ballroom was entirely crammed full of loudly chattering drunk men and women who'd gotten their tits done just for the occasion.

He hated it--the fakeness of it all, and he wasn't just talking about the silicone titties and nose jobs. He knew that these people were here for their own gain. They looked for husbands for their single daughters, fathers who needed a favor done in return for their loyalty, and children who had yet to learn the ways of their grandfathers.

But he wasn't the one paying for such a lavish display of social hierarchy, so all he had to do was stand idly off to the side and sip on his fifth glass of champagne. At least no one watered the shit down. How could you make horrible life decisions on half the amount of alcohol necessary for chaos?

That's what this was, his horrible life decision. He had to keep telling himself that, because what's more embarrassing than saying, "Hi, I'm thirty-two and getting engaged to a woman that my mommy and daddy picked for me like a little bitch boy."

He knew it was normal to marry this way in his family, but that didn't mean he had to be happy about it.

As he polished off his sixth glass and moved to the seventh, his father was given a microphone. The damn thing squealed to life and pissed Luci off even more. His head was beginning to throb from the annoyingly bright lights and the music that had been drunkenly sung along to for hours. The party was for him, so why were these people doing everything in their power to put him in such a bad mood?

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!" Luciano's father began, smiling a wide and entirely fake smile. Luci knew no one else could tell it was fake. That pissed him off about five percent more. His fuck around and find out meter was quickly approaching catastrophic levels. How much more could he take?

"As you all know, my wonderful son has finally decided to put aside work and settle down..."

A fucking lie, Luci thought. The next waiter who walked by was stripped of their champagne bottle. "My dear boy has picked a beautiful bride and we cannot wait to welcome Elaina to the family..."

Luciano groaned obnoxiously loud at the mention of her name. He felt bad in the kind of way a three-legged dog makes one feel. Like he should help the woman by giving her a nice life but at the same time, maybe he'd be better off just putting her down.

As his father continued his well-rehearsed speech, he noticed that his bride-to-be and her parents were front and center listening. She'd been doted on all night, receiving presents and words of advice from the wives stuck in this life longer than she'd been alive. It was pathetic. Where were his presents and advice?

How would he know how to dodge a frying pan or which flowers to buy his wife after he cheated on her? Shit, he felt cheated right about now. Where the fuck were his flowers?

Luci thought he'd vomit if he kept listening about the new house, the babies, and how much fun he'd have experiencing the finest things with his wife. He did not want fun. He did at that moment want that pistol back on his temple. More than he wanted it at the thought of crying babies. The thought of cool metal pressed against the alcohol being sweated out of his forehead was nice.

When he couldn't take it anymore, he decided to take his self pity somewhere else. Clearly these people didn't care if he was here. His new wife didn't care. What a bitch, he thought. Couldn't even shake some ass on the man about to pay for her entire life. Pfft, and this is what he had to be so happy about?

He slipped out of the ballroom with no interruptions. He was starting to think that the night wasn't really for him. Maybe it wasn't even for Elaina. It was probably for both of their fathers. Yeah, that made the most sense. They were the ones orchestrating the entire thing, anyway.

As the half-empty bottle dangled by his side, he loosened his tie and began clumsily walking down the hallway toward a restroom. The glass bottle clinked against the door as he opened it and waltzed right to the sink. He stuck out in the fancy bathroom, now looking like he won a fight against his worst enemy. Too bad she was currently standing in a sparkly dress with his parents talking about all the cum Luci would pump into her pussy to make a billion more babies.

Maybe they hadn't said it like that, but everyone surely loved to mention off hand about how much sex he'd be having soon. Objectifying his cock. He wanted to be pitied, the poor breeding horse of a man. Is that all they saw him for? The champagne sure made it feel that way. He'd show them. Though, he did like to fuck.

His eyes were shadowed by dark circles, hair a fucking mess but at least he was naturally attractive. He set the bottle on the counter and gripped the edge, squeezing it until the veins in his hands bulged. Maybe he should punch something to let off a little steam. That was a brilliant idea. Better than being a runaway groom before the wedding even happened.

Just as he looked over his scarred knuckles raised in the air and at the mirror, the most pathetic little sniffle came from one of the stalls. He froze, fist still in the air and aimed directly at his fucked-up-but-still-attractive face. Shit. Why now? Couldn't a man get some privacy at his own pity party?

Another tiny sob made him sigh. He was too drunk for this shit. Didn't this person know that his party was already ruined by a bunch of freeloading, silicone-tittied, good-for-nothing scum? And now he had to listen to someone else bitch on his special day.

He had half a mind to knock on the door and tell them to fuck off. Go find somewhere else to snot all over. He had no time to listen to them cry over something so meaningless, never mind the fact that he didn't know what the problem was. Even if he did, his life was the one being ruined! They could wait to cry until they got back home. It was his turn.

The lock to the stall clicked and the door opened with a subtle squeal. Three clicks of expensive high heels brought the woman out of the stall where she'd been crying. When he locked eyes with the short woman who was focused on his raised fist, he knew he didn't need to punch something to make his night more tolerable.

The girl looked afraid. Maybe she should have been, seeing as how she was about to be subjected to his less than heroic plan. She was red and puffy from crying and even if she were in a room full of Italians instead of the minimally occupied bathroom, he still would have noticed her.

Not because he was now magically in love at the first sight of her.

Absolutely the fuck not.

But because this woman wasn't just some random wife sent off before she embarrassed her husband. He knew this woman. Not personally, of course, but in about twenty days he'd be buried balls deep in her sister.

He smiled widely at her, dropping his fist back down to the bottle. He gripped the neck in his large hand, pushing it toward her. The liquid sloshed in the bottle as he swirled it. "Looks like someone needs a drink," he said playfully, waggling the bottle around. Sure, he might've been incredibly drunk and on a mission to save a piece of his sanity, but he knew a good opportunity when he saw one. No way he'd give this up.

"I'm not old enough to drink," the girl said. He frowned at that. Back to the drawing board. Of course the sister would be just as useless as his bride.

He pulled the bottle back to his chest, looking over her tight dress and high slit. She certainly didn't present herself as too young to drink. "Well, how old are you?" he asked, hugging the bottle like it was his lifeline.

"Twenty," she replied, moving past him to the sink. Was she not aware of who this man was? Maybe she couldn't tell because of the eyebags. Yeah, that was it. She would have recognized his handsome face otherwise.

He chuckled, handing her the bottle once more. "In that case, I'd say you've been old enough to drink for the last decade."

She didn't think it was funny. She rolled her eyes and that act alone made his cock twitch. What a little brat. She really must not have known him acting like that. But when she turned, pressing her plump ass into the counter as she crossed her arms over her stomach, he could see in her eyes that she knew him.

"Why aren't you with Elaina?" she asked softly. "I'm sure she's about to have a full fucking meltdown over it." And she was probably right. Luci wasn't going to admit that he'd been thankful to sit out wedding planning with the bridezilla and her entourage made of two bitchy mothers.

That made him laugh. Like a real, deep laugh fueled by booze and the twenty-year-old bratty sister of his fiancé. What the hell was her issue? She took the bottle, looking at the label before knocking it back.

"Atta girl," he murmured, joining her in leaning his backside against the counter. "Why aren't you with your sister..." he asked, purposely looking at her because while he knew her face, he didn't know her name. Didn't ever feel the need to learn it.

"Isla," she answered, clearly understanding that she was not important enough for people to know. He had plans for that. "And because some of us are just the extras. I've been banished from the party. She didn't like my dress."

Luci grunted, eyeing her head to toe. What was there to dislike? From a man's standpoint, he meant. He didn't care who she was as a person. She was thick, had a fat ass and a nice rack. Pretty face, maybe a little chubby in her cheeks but he didn't see a problem with that. She was fuckable and right now, that's all his head cared about. The little head.

"She thinks I'm trying to steal her night," she finished, passing him the bottle again. Luciano knew what that felt like, because he'd been in a ballroom full of people ruining his night not even ten minutes ago. And now here he was, sitting in the bathroom with the little sister of his bride, sharing a drink and shit talking said bride. He liked that.

He took the bottle and gulped another drink before setting it on the counter. And then, because of the alcohol he was sure, Luciano had a brilliant idea. He sure as shit didn't want to marry Elaina. She was poised and confident, strong and secure in who she was as a person.

But looking at Isla, she seemed to be the exact opposite. She was unsure of her place here, simply just existing as background noise. That excited him. She was forbidden fruit, left behind to rot as Elaina was taught how to be a wife and mother.

Luciano didn't ever want to marry Elaina. Didn't want to marry anyone for that matter. But he would not mind stuffing his cock into Isla just to prove a point. The point being that he was a big boy and could pump his cock into any woman he wanted! Er, he did that already, but he knew what deflowering Isla meant. He'd be free from Elaina. Well, he'd see her at every family gathering for the rest of forever, but at least he wouldn't have to pretend to like her.

Oh, how that would piss his father off. And his mother, her mother, her father, Elaina, the pastor, and probably every single spider currently making a cobweb in the corners of the overpriced ballroom.

He said nothing more than a muffled, "fuck it," as he stood to his full height and turned to Isla, cupping her chubby cheeks and pulling her to his face as he kissed her deeply.

She tasted like champagne. Or maybe that was him. He was too drunk to care, but he did feel the way her lips moved against his with zero hesitation. From the kiss alone, he knew she was the typical virgin. She lacked any character in her kiss, but for some reason that made him more hungry for her. She was untouched by any man except for him.

Luci still did have that ring in his pocket. And boy was it heavy. No longer feeling like an anchor, it felt like what it was worth. A big, fat fucking diamond waiting to be put on the finger of his real wife. The answer was right here all along! Oh yes, she would be his bride, his unused, virginal bride that he would fuck right here before even being engaged to her.

His bride-to-be had a reputation. She was a slut. His father didn't care that he was marrying his only son off to some whore who knew how to use her tongue for way more than just a kiss, but Luci cared. Maybe sober Luci didn't mind. But drunken Luci was roaring for revenge about being sold to the slutty sister.

He'd right the wrongs thrown at him in the form of his bride's younger sister.

Luciano groaned as he deepened the kiss, sliding his hands down her hips to her round ass. He could feel his hardening cock against her stomach, wanting nothing more than to slide her panties down right there and fuck her. He gave her ass a little smack, humming approvingly at the way it jiggled. She moaned, not knowing how to do what he was trying to do but not wanting it to stop.

All she knew is her big sister's asshole fiancé was making a very nice ruckus between her hips. She felt warm and fuzzy, probably from both the champagne and the thought of how wrong she was for this. Her big sister always got the good things in life! Maybe it was her turn for once...

A gasp flew out of her mouth as he lifted her by her thighs and set her on the counter. The champagne bottle clattered to the floor as he smacked it away, immediately diving into her neck. She smelled so good and fresh, like some kind of floral shit. Didn't matter. All he knew was that her scent was about to make him feral.

Luciano would mark her neck with his teeth and lips, claiming her in the form of a big, purple mark. She'd have to walk around for the rest of the night with his mouth painted on her neck for everyone to see. They'd all see the evidence that she'd stolen her sister's husband.

Luci could nut just thinking about the horrified expressions on everyone's faces when they walked into the ballroom hand in hand, his cum still buried deep in her pussy. Damn, he did like that. He'd definitely give her that silly old ring in his pocket if she wanted it. Just for the show.

He spread her legs wide open, standing between them as his cock pressed against her thigh. She gasped at the feeling, never having felt one let alone seen one in person before. And now this Italian Stallion was between her legs kissing her neck and soaking her panties.

Luciano planted his large hands on the counter beside her hips, pulling away from her neck with wet, swollen lips. He licked his lips, rolling the bottom one into his mouth as he chuckled briefly. He couldn't describe this feeling as anything but victory!

"Isla..." he groaned, planting sloppy kisses along her neck and ear. "Tell me you've never been touched."

"I... I've never been touched..." she murmured, lost in the feeling of him. For some reason, she felt like his statement implied she was lying, but she knew she hadn't been touched, kissed, and surely not fucked.

He moaned in her ear, already getting off to the thought of getting the bride he deserved. The only downside would be fucking her before the wedding night, but leaving her pumped full of his jizz was the only way to ensure he wouldn't be stuck with her sister! It had to be done. So unfortunate.

He laughed at the thought of Elaina's carefully constructed wedding being passed to her little husband stealing sister. He'd pay double whatever her cuck of a father was paying just to see the look on everyone's faces when Elaina's flowers were being thrown over Isla.

Luciano used both hands to pull up her dress, pushing it above her wide hips. Her panties were now exposed, especially the faint wet mark on the white fabric. It was perfect. She wore white for him, he was sure of it. Maybe he was a little self centered, or maybe she was psychic and knew she'd be fucking him tonight.

Only one of those statements were true and it didn't have to do with her white panties.

"God, you're perfect," he mumbled, undoing his belt in a flash. "So fucking perfect..."

Again, he didn't know this girl as a person. She was perfect because she happened to have been born five years after her older sister and was now spread on a bathroom counter at an engagement party that he was supposed to be attending. It was so fucked up. He couldn't get enough of it.

Before she knew what was happening, Luci bent down, pulling her panties to the side as he began eating her pussy. He held her open, licking straight up from her hole to her clit. She gasped as her entire body stiffened before relaxing with a low moan.

"You're soaked," Luci said, looking up at her with a wet chin. "Why didn't you tell me?" The cocky bastard winked at her, diving straight back in. And she really was making a fucking mess on him. He'd smell like sex by the time he was through. He'd smell like sex when he danced with his fiancé. The thought made him suck Isla's clit into his mouth.

She tried to snap her legs shut at the pleasurable sensation, never having felt it when she played with herself. He sucked softly on the bud, drawing out low moans and pants from the girl. It was like her brain was melting with every subtle suck. She couldn't think straight, could barely keep her eyes open.

All she could do was submit to the feeling, allowing her legs to fall open and her back to hit the cold mirror behind her. Her eyelids hooded in lust and she couldn't stop her hand from grabbing the back of his head. She wanted him to stay right there, to allow her to use his mouth for her own pleasure. And he would happily lap up her cunt if it meant having her in his bed instead of the other one.

Luci groaned into her pussy as he flattened his tongue and moved it side to side on her clit. His tongue was so warm and wet against her pussy. She had no idea what to do, what to say, but all she could do was sit there and accept her fate. She'd be eaten and fucked and probably even engaged by the end of the night, but who cared when it was to this man?

Luciano pulled back with a kiss to her cunt, panting as he looked up at her. "You ever played with this pussy?" he asked, rubbing her soft thighs. He figured the answer would be no, but when she nodded and replied, "Only with one finger," he could have busted right there.

Who did he think he was? Surely not some fourteen year old boy who couldn't control his own balls. He couldn't waste his seed, not when his entire future was relying on this moment!

Isla's cheeks reddened deeply as she waited for his next move. He stood before her, towering over her frame laid out on the counter. He was tall and broad, thick all over and strong. His hands had obviously been worked in, he callouses against her skin making her feel so hot and bothered.

Her jaw dropped to her chest as he brushed his thumb over her clit, making her hips buck uncontrollably. He smirked, loving how responsive she was. "You virgins always are the neediest," he whispered thoughtfully. "But don't you worry your pretty little head... all you need to do is sit back. Sound good?"

That sounded so fucking good. So good that all she could do was nod and gasp as he sunk a thick finger in her tight hole. He pushed it all the way in, holding it there before curling up and pulling back out. A string of unholy profanity left her lips as he pushed and pulled, stretching her around his finger.

Soon he added another, increasing the pressure between her hips. With his free hand, Luciano yanked down the front of her dress, laughing at the way she wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits were full and round, nipples dark and hardened already.

His lips latched on to her nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue as he fucked her pussy with his fingers. It wasn't long before she was a mess writhing on him in a desperate attempt to get herself off. But Luci didn't have the time to wait around and please this woman for the next couple of hours. That would have to wait for the wedding night.

"Listen, sweetheart," he said as he released her nipple. "We've got about fifteen minutes before I'm supposed to dance with your sister. Ten before people start to notice I'm gone. I'm a gentleman, sweetheart, but don't expect any of that gentle shit. M'gonna fuck you how I please and you'll sit there nice and pretty so I can fill you up."

She didn't care how crude or alarming his words may have been. She'd happily sit there nice and pretty and wait to be filled by him. She liked the idea of being used by him before he went back to his engagement party. If nothing came of it, at least she'd have someone to fool around with after this stupid wedding was over. And better yet? Her sister would never know her dirty little secret.

Though, her eyes widened as he pushed his dress pants down, releasing his cock from its confinements. He smiled proudly. Yes, he thought. Swoon over my cock. He gripped his shaft in his fist, pumping a few times as he guided himself to her slit.

His tip nudged her clit as he fucked her slit, coating himself in her juices. He smiled at his cock as precum began to bead at the tip. He knew he couldn't waste that. His ticket to freedom was in that cum, swimming around with a million other little shits that would never see the light of day.

So instead of wasting it, he pressed his tip to her opening, pushing in with the willpower of a fucking monk. He groaned in pure satisfaction as her greedy pussy devoured him inch by inch until he was buried inside of her. As he looked up at her face, he knew their marriage would be a helluva lot better than if he was stuck inside the other sister.

And there it was, the feeling of fucking a hole that only ever belonged to him. He slid in slowly, not wanting to hurt her. He knew he was well endowed and if he didn't take good care of her pussy, how would he use it again? It was selfish, but at least Isla got a good fucking out of it.

Luciano wasn't some stupid little boy. He wasn't expecting a painful pop followed by blood on his dick. He knew a woman was more likely to break her hymen riding a bicycle too hard or fingering herself. He wasn't trying to pop cherries, he was trying to save his cock from the lifetime embarrassment of sharing his wife!

Her eyes were droopy, pupils enlarged in lust. He knew she had to be in heaven. The way her pussy squeezed him sent him into a state of bliss. Fuck it, if anyone found them they'd just get the job done for him. At least he wouldn't have to explain anything. Not that he didn't like the drama, it was just so much work to deal with all of them.

He'd much rather be here fucking her. He gripped the backs of her thighs, pushing her legs back as he watched himself sink in and pull back out. Over and over, he emptied her and then filled her, watching how happy she became with every thrust. She'd been incredibly quiet and he appreciated that. He wouldn't spend his life listening to obnoxious screams. Huzzah!

Luciano was so grateful that she'd been kicked out of the party that he leaned forward, capturing her lips on his as he fucked into her. But she was afraid to touch him, unsure of what exactly this meant and what she was allowed to do. She wasn't a fool--she'd been well versed in how she was allowed to deal with these beefed up men. She had to wait for permission. His permission.

Fuck that. He owed her his entire life! If this beautiful woman wanted to touch him while he filled her up, she could touch him. They'd be spending a very long time together after all. He didn't need to love her to understand her sacrifice. Even if she didn't understand it, she would soon when she was swollen with his baby.

His cock slid in and out with ease as he picked up speed, earning the first real moan from the shy girl. Her fingers dug into his biceps as she tried to steady herself. Her nails against his skin made him feral with need, so when his hips snapped forward, she couldn't help but cry out in pleasure.

She'd never feel whole again after this. Not with the way he'd leave her empty. She knew what it was like to be filled now and there was no way she'd be able to forget. She couldn't even care that her virginity was taken in a random bathroom by her sister's fiancé. That was old news.

"God, fuck..." Luci moaned in her ear, pumping his cock faster. Time was ticking and he had to get the job done. He'd fuck her properly when she was in his big bed. "I'm gonna cum inside of you..." he panted. It wasn't a question nor was he looking for permission. "And when I do, you're going to be mine, Isla."

She happily nodded along, feeling the pleasant coil deep in her belly tighten at his dirty words. She looked down between them, right where Luci was looking when he brushed her clit with his thumb. He wanted her to finish on his cock. He wasn't proud of the quick finish, but he couldn't leave his new wife unsatisfied!

Isla's cries echoed in the bathroom as Luciano relentlessly fucked her pussy, holding the small of her back close to him so she couldn't scoot away. Isla's whole body stiffened as she squeezed his cock before she moaned his name. Her body shuddered, eyes rolling shut as she came all over his cock buried inside of her.

He peppered kisses on her flushed face as his hips started to stutter. The pressure building in his shaft was nearly unbearable, only further motivating him to finish. With a few hard thrusts, Luciano buried his cock deep inside of her pussy, watching himself in the mirror behind Isla.

His hair was even more fucked up, but the eyebags had gone away along with his tiredness. He felt like a new man. A free man. Buried deep inside of his fiancé's sister, he emptied his balls completely, filling her with his cum.

He moaned lowly, watching the white substance leak out of her pussy around his dick. He fucked into her a few more times, just to see his cum push out of her. But he'd be silly to waste it all. He pulled all the way out, using his tip to gather his release and push it back inside of her.

With a satisfied groan, he pulled out and tugged her panties back over her pussy. Isla was spent, eyes struggling to stay open after the delicious orgasm she just had. She knew she'd never feel satisfied with her fingers or a toy again. Not after being stretched around his cock.

Though, she woke right up when Luciano smacked her pussy twice. She looked up confused, only to find him smiling widely at her. "Twice for good luck," he murmured, tucking away his softening dick. "Go ahead and keep that in here, sweetheart... oh, and while you're at it, why don't you get a head start on making me a son?"

Isla laughed.

Usually she'd be mortified at a situation like this, but she just couldn't find it in herself to give a fuck. Not only had she slept with her sister's fiancé, but she was now filled to the brim with his cum and here he was asking her to get knocked up. This guy was insane. At least with her filled, she'd be untouchable. No way he'd let anyone, her sister, touch her when she could possibly be carrying his son.

Luciano planted one last sloppy kiss to her forehead, grinning ear to ear. He felt accomplished, having finished the both of them in record time. "Why don't you stay here?" he offered. "Luci's got a dancey-dance to attend. I feel as though your sister will not be very happy by the end of it."

He pulled the box out of his pocket, yanking her hand off the counter so he could shove the ring on her finger. "Hold this for me," he said cheekily. "It's a family heirloom. Don't need your monster of a sister destroying it."

Isla nodded, staring wide eyed at the huge fucking diamond on her ring finger. She barely noticed as he left the bathroom. On his way back to the ballroom, he retied his tie and finger combed his hair. He knew he must've looked suspicious, clothes all wrinkly and forehead sweating like a whore in church.

As he opened the ballroom door, the immense silence caught him off guard. He was expecting a chaotic party just as the room was when he left. But when the crowd parted ways and all eyes landed on him, he knew he was already in trouble. At the front of the room stood his parents, Elaina, and his in-laws. Elaina was fucking furious.

Her cheeks were a deep, angry shade of red and her brows were furrowed so deep that he was afraid they'd be stuck like that. That would be funny. He walked calmly down the makeshift aisle, heading toward them. His father cleared his throat, presuming whatever bullshit he was spewing before Luci entered.

"... Yes, so... now that Luci is here, let the dancing commence! Why don't we have the beautiful couple start and everyone can join in after."

Luci smiled. Oh, yes, let us dance. The evil bastard offered his hand--the same one he used to finger fuck Elaina's sister not even twenty minutes ago--and led her off to the dance floor. A live orchestra played a slow melody. The perfect, dreamy tune to fall in love to. To dance the night away to. To tell Elaina that he'd just fucked Isla in the bathroom.

Yep. Just like that. He felt the pressure in his chest grow at his excitement. He pulled Elaina in to his chest, holding her incredibly close. He wanted her to feel his body as he said it, to feel the body he used on Isla before coming back into this room.

As the two began to sway and twirl, Elaina began to relax. She wasn't happy about his sudden absence, but at least he made it back in time and was cooperating for their dance. Little did she know that his happiness was at her expense.

Luciano leaned into her ear, smiling like a cheshire cat as he began to speak softly. "I have to tell you something," he began, swaying her with an iron grip. No way was he letting her walk away from this. She nodded dreamily, only half listening. That is until the next words slipped out of his mouth so effortlessly.

"I just deflowered your sister in the bathroom," he chuckled, sighing as he remembered her warm pussy. "Filled her right up with my cum... maybe you should start calling me brother."

Elaina stopped moving. Her heart began racing, palms beginning to sweat as she listened closely. "Aht, aht..." he tutted, pushing her hip to keep moving. "Can't let this room full of people see you cry, Elaina. But fuck, I just wanted to let you know that I've never felt something tighter around my cock..."

He was being a menace. He wanted to hurt her even though he knew it really wasn't her fault that they were supposed to marry. It was his fault that they were now not going to be married. Elaina's moment of panic turned into fiery anger.

In a swift movement, she pulled away from Luciano and stared him straight in the eyes. "What the fuck did you just say?" she seethed, balling her fists at her sides. She didn't care about everyone watching.

He smiled. "I said..." he started, barely able to hold back his laughter. "That I fucked your sister. Even left her a load in that delicious pussy--"

Luciano was cut off by Elaina's well-manicured hand flying across his face. The smack echoed in their small bubble just as the crowd gasped. Luci laughed, holding his burning cheek. When he looked down at Elaina's watery eyes, he knew he won.

He wouldn't be sold to the slutty sister. He'd been freed, all thanks to her little sister's incredible breakdown timing and warm pussy. And God, he couldn't wait to fill her up again and again, just to spite Elaina for the rest of her life.