The wedding day dawned so clear and perfect. Sienna woke in her mother's guest room—Luca had insisted on tradition, so they'd spent the night apart for the first time in months.
Her phone buzzed. A text from Luca: *Missing you. Can't wait to see you walk down that aisle ,can't wait to make you mine forever.*
She smiled, typing back: *I'm already yours, the wedding is just paperwork.* she teased.
*Paperwork? I get to call you my wife. Get to introduce you as Mrs. Marchetti, get to spend every night for the rest of my life inside you. I prefer that paperwork.*
Heat flooded through her. *You're terrible.*
*You love it.*
She did. God help her, she did.
"Sienna!" Gia's voice called from downstairs. "Hair and makeup are here!"
The next few hours were a blur of preparation. Gia, her mother, and Luca's mother Maria fussed over her, making sure every detail was perfect. The dress fit like a dream.
Her hair was swept up in an elegant twist, makeup is subtle but flawless.
"You're stunning," Gia said, eyes shining. "Luca's going to lose his mind when he sees you."
"Is he nervous?" Sienna asked.
"Nervous? No, Impatient? Absolutely. He's been checking his watch every five minutes."
At 4 PM, Sienna stood at the entrance to the vineyard's garden, her mother on one arm, looking down the aisle. Fifty guests sat in white chairs. Flowers everywhere. String lights ready for when the sun sets. And at the end of the aisle, Luca.
She was trembling so bad.
"Don't worry it'll be over soon and you'll be back in his room" her mother teased to ease her a little.
He wore a black tuxedo that fit perfectly, making him look even more devastating than usual. But it was the reaction on his face when he saw her, that made her breath catch—it was pure awe, love, desire all together.
The music started, a slow and gentle county song by Lana del Rey, sienna has always been a fan of her.
She walked down the aisle, her eyes never leaving Luca's. When she reached him, he took her hand, brought it to his lips.
"*Bellissima,*" he whispered. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
The ceremony was short and sweet. Traditional vows, rings exchanged. But when the priest said, "You may kiss your bride," Luca pulled her close and kissed her thoroughly, someone will think it was their first time, making several guests whistle and laugh.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the priest announced with a smile, "Mr. and Mrs. Luca Marchetti."
The reception was everything they'd wanted—good food, great wine, dancing under the stars. Sienna danced with her mother, with Luca's nephew, with Gia…oh she couldn't keep the record. But mostly she danced with her husband.
"How does it feel?" Luca asked, holding her close as they swayed to a slow song. "Being Mrs. Marchetti?"
"Perfect. How does it feel having a wife who's a goddess?"
"Like I finally have everything I never knew I needed." He kissed her forehead.
His hand slid lower on her back, possessive. "How much longer do we have to stay?"
"Luca! it's our wedding reception."
"And I want to get my wife alone so I can properly consummate our marriage."
Heat pooled between her thighs. "We've already had sex approximately a hundred times."
"Not as husband and wife." His lips brushed her ear. "I want to take you to bed as my wife, Sienna. I want to make love to you knowing you're mine forever. I want to watch you come apart knowing that every orgasm for the rest of your life belongs to me."
"You're impossible," she breathed, but she was already wet.
"Is that a yes?"
"We need to stay at least another hour."
"Thirty minutes."
"Luca…."
"Thirty minutes, then I'm carrying you out of here whether you're ready or not."
It ended up being forty-five minutes before they could politely escape. They'd rented a suite at the vineyard's boutique hotel. Luca carried her across the threshold despite her protests, kicking the door shut behind them.
"Finally," he growled, setting her down. "I've been dying all day, watching you in this dress, knowing you're mine."
"Then take it off me."
His eyes went dark. He circled her slowly, fingers finding the zipper, dragging it down with agonizing slowness. The dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in white lace lingerie and heels.
"Dio," Luca breathed. "You wore this for me?"
"For my husband."
Something possessive flashed in his eyes. "Say it again."
"My fairy husband tho." she said with a laugh.
"Did I ever tell you when I was still a fairy?."
"Oh please"
He was on her in an instant, backing her toward the bed, hands everywhere. "I'm never going to get tired of hearing you say that."
He laid her down gently, despite the urgency in his touch. Kissed her deeply while his hands explored—her breasts through the lace, her stomach, between her thighs.
"Already wet," he murmured against her lips. "You've been wet all day, haven't you?"
"Unfortunately, Yes."
"Good." He kissed down her body, removing her bra, taking one nipple into his mouth. His fingers hooked into her panties, dragged them down slowly. "Spread your legs for me, wife."
The command in his voice made her clench. She obeyed, and Luca settled between her thighs, looking at her like she was a feast.
"Beautiful," he said, then his mouth was on her.
He took his time, licking and sucking, alternating between her clit and pushing his tongue inside her. When he added two fingers, curling them just right, Sienna came with a cry that echoed off the walls.
"yea…yeaa.. please don't stop" her voice was so low.
Luca didn't stop. He worked her through the first orgasm and straight into a second, his fingers pumping steadily while his mouth stayed focused on her clit.
"Luca, please," she gasped. "I need you inside me."
"Not yet. One more."
"I can't—"
"You can. Give me one more, baby. Come on my tongue one more time."
He added a third finger, stretching her, and the slight burn combined with his tongue pushed her over the edge again. This orgasm was even more intense, making her whole body shake.
Finally, Luca pulled back, chin glistening, looking incredibly satisfied with himself. He stripped quickly, revealing his hard cock.
"No condom," he said. "I want to feel every inch of you"
"Yes," she breathed. "that sounds interesting."
He pushed inside slowly, both of them groaning. Without the barrier of a condom, the sensation was overwhelming, there was heat and friction and perfect fullness.
"Cazzo," Luca swore in Italian. "You feel incredible."
He started moving, slow and deep, every thrust deliberate. This wasn't the frantic fucking they'd done so many times. This was making love—intimate love, which was intense and meaningful.
"I love you baby," Luca said, his eyes locked on hers. "I love you so fucking much, Sienna."
"I love you too," she gasped, unable to get hold of her body.
He shifted the angle, hitting deeper, and Sienna wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. They moved together, building toward release, whispering promises and declarations.
When Sienna came, it was with tears streaming down her face—not from sadness, but from overwhelming emotion. Luca followed seconds later, spilling inside her with a groan, his face buried in her neck.
After, they lay tangled together, sweaty and satisfied.
"That was worth the wait," Luca said.
"We literally had sex this morning."
"And it felt like forever." He kissed her softly. "I meant what I said. Every orgasm for the rest of your life belongs to me."
"Possessive much?"
"Completely. You're my wife now. Mine to love, mine to protect, mine to pleasure and mine forever."
"And you're mine," she said firmly. "Mine to love, mine to keep safe, mine to drive crazy."
"Deal." He pulled her closer. "Ready for the honeymoon?"
They were leaving for Italy in the morning—two weeks in Tuscany, just the two of them. Wow.
"More than ready. Though I have a feeling we won't leave the hotel room much."
"You know me so well." His hand slid down her body, between her legs. "Speaking of which, I believe I promised to make love to my wife all night."
"Luca, I need to recover—"
"Then let me do the work." He moved down her body, settling between her thighs again. "Just lie back and let your husband take care of you."
And he did. Multiple times. Until Sienna was boneless and satisfied and so thoroughly loved she could barely remember her own name.
Later, as dawn slowly broke and they finally fell asleep tangled together, Sienna thought about the journey that brought them here. The pain, the lies, the revenge that had transformed into love.
She'd come to Chicago to destroy Luca Marchetti.
Instead she fell in love with him, the same man, and now, she's married to him. Building a life with him, found her forever with him.
The ruin of wanting him had become her greatest blessing.
And tomorrow, they where going to have the best time of their life.
—
The next morning.
They arrived at Italy, although tired.
Italy was everything Sienna had dreamed, the rolling hills, vineyards, charming villages, But mostly, it was two weeks of Luca.
They made love everywhere—in their villa, in the vineyard, once memorably in a secluded hot spring under the stars. Luca was insatiable, and Sienna matched him, aura for aura, passion for passion.
"I don't want to go home," she said one evening, wrapped in a towel on their villa's terrace, watching the sunset.
Luca came up behind her, arms wrapping around her waist. "We can stay longer if you want."
"We have responsibilities."
"Fuck responsibilities babe." His lips found her neck. "I'm the boss. I can take as much time as I want."
"Mmm, but I want to start our real life together. The one where we wake up every morning in our bed, go to work together, come home together."
"That does sound nice." His hands slid under her towel. "Though I also like this life where I get to fuck you whenever I want without interruption."
"You can still do that at home."
"True." He turned her in his arms. "Have I mentioned how much I love being married to you?"
"Only about fifty times today."
"Not enough then." He kissed her deeply. "I love being married to you, Sienna Marchetti. I love waking up next to you. I love making love to you. I love everything about this."
"I love it too," she said softly. "I love you."
"And I lovee the sound of marchatti to your name, isn't that nice, hmm". he said.
"uh uh, I didn't even notice that I changedy name" she said chuckling.
They made love on the terrace again and again as the sun set, slow and sweet and perfect. And Sienna knew, without a doubt, that choosing Luca—choosing love over revenge—was the best decision she'd ever made.
Their forever was just beginning or not.