Seven

Damian – Age 24 – Two Days Before the Wedding

I walk into our home outside New York in the Hudson River Valley. Sofia's mother encouraged the purchase, but I don't think my soon-to-be wife is happy with the place. She's never happy when she comes home, but I know she won't say shit, always worried about hurting others. Christ, even the inside was decorated by our mothers. This countryside home is a mini mansion at 10,275 sq. ft., with five bedrooms, 6.5 bathrooms, two floors, and a 5-car garage. It boasts a wraparound porch, like the house I bought in the Hamptons as an engagement gift for Sofia. We use on weekends. But that one we decorated together, which is more us.

My brother is behind me as we walk through the front door and around the foyer, passing the curved stairwell. When we hit the living room, Candice is sprawled out, completely naked, on the new gray sectional sofa, one of the only things Sofia picked out.

When she sees us walk in, she smirks.

"I've been waiting for you, baby."

She says it, trying to be sexy, but it comes out nasally and is just plain annoying. She starts to slide her finger through her very wet folds, and my cock barely pays attention; it normally doesn't these days, unless it's my wife-to-be.

Alexandr puts his hand on my shoulder, and I turn to him to see he's smiling from ear to ear, but his eyes show pain for Sofia.

"Please tell me she has someone else here, too," he begs, trying to hide his true feelings, and I force a laugh as Candice perks up.

"Mindy!" she shouts, and a gorgeous, curvy, blond beauty, with legs for days that walks out from under the arch that goes into the open plan kitchen. I recognize her from our threesome last year. She’s completely naked, too.

My brother groans, and then jogs over to her, knowing she'll distract him from what we both know I'm about to do. He quickly downs half a bottle of whiskey, making me wince, before lifting Mindy onto the only other thing Sofia picked out, the antique dining table just off the kitchen. She loves that table.

Shit.

He pushes her down and takes one of her very large fake tits into his mouth while he pulls down his jeans and yanks his hard cock out. He sheathes himself, then thrusts home.

I smirk, trying to hide my guilt about what they're doing on Sofia's prize possession, and look back at Candice, who's got two fingers thrusting into her pussy and the other hand holding out a bottle of whiskey to me with a smirk. I tilt my head to the side, looking at her. I know I shouldn't; the more I fuck around, the more guilty I've felt because I know I've fallen for my fiancée. I probably fell for her the day she called me grumpy, and then went to get me cookies. Still, I can't seem to admit it to myself yet, just like I couldn't for all these years. So I keep fucking around, which will probably bite me in the ass one day.

My dick barely pays attention around other women now. The only way I can get hard is to picture my girl. It pisses me off every time, and as soon as I come, the guilt knocks me on my ass.

I haven't physically fucked a girl who isn’t my bride-to-be since last week; I only finger fuck Candice, or women who approach me in bars. Then I let them blow me, hoping I can get hard for them, only to end up having to think of Sofia so they don't start rumors about me not being able to get it up. My body already knows she's all I need, but my mind won't let me think that way. I'm still in the “going against my father phase,” years later.

I never put my mouth on other women, either; I don't kiss them on the lips or eat them out, and before Sofia gave herself to me, if I spent any time with her at all, I had to go out and fuck someone after I dropped her off at home. I was wrong, I know, but I was and still am in denial. Now I have to think of her to get hard, which is what I end up doing right now, like the prick I am.

Picturing my girl on our bed, splayed out naked for me, my cock perks up, and with that thought in mind, I grab the bottle of whiskey and take a swig. It's a good thing Sofia is staying in a hotel room until the wedding; I won't even see her tomorrow on her 20th birthday.

Candice spreads herself wider while I lean forward and pour some of the alcohol over her naked fake tits, tits I paid for a year after we started fucking, which I regret every day because now she thinks she owns me. I bend down, lick the liquid up, and proceed to bite and suck her hard nipples as she moans beneath me.

"Yes, baby, just like that," she mewls.

I am not one to go down on a girl unless it’s a certain dark-haired beauty. I lay down on top of Candice, leaning on my arm, and I glide my right hand down her body. I shove her fingers out of the way, thrusting two of mine into her hard and fast, then add another finger. I use my thumb to press hard on her clit. She's moaning and whimpering, then starts to ride my hand.

"That's it, slut, fuck my fingers. I want to see your cum dripping down my hand before I watch my cum fill your mouth."

I growl, her cunt tightens around my digits, and she screams out her orgasm. I keep moving my fingers, her juices soak my hand, and once the orgasm fades, I pull my fingers out before dragging them across her lips.

"Open up and taste yourself like the good little slut you are."

Like a good slut, she opens wide and sucks them clean. I climb off her and undo my jeans, pulling them down just enough to free my cock, which is now hard after I pictured Sofia coming instead of Candice. Again, dick move, I know, but I'm just not ready to admit it to myself yet. I sit down on the end of the couch and stroke my hard cock. Candice looks at it with hunger while she proceeds to crawl over to me, her tits barely swaying. She grabs my cock, licking the tip, then presses her tongue along the seam. Fuck, that's good. I lay my head back and close my eyes, picturing my bride-to-be moaning as she takes me into her warm mouth, all the way to the back of her throat, and swallows.

Fuck me, that's good.

Candice does this for a couple of minutes, then I grab her hair and fuck her face hard and fast, her eyes watering and make-up running down her cheeks as she lets me do whatever the fuck I want. Her hand comes up, and she starts to rub and squeeze my heavy ball sack. I can't hold it any longer. I hear grunting from Alexandr and Mindy, and I swear I hear a gasp behind me, but it must have been Candice.

I come deep down her throat and press in one more time, holding her there before I look down at her and smirk. She drags her nails down my legs, showing me her pleasure, her inner thighs coated with her own release. She must have gotten off again while I face-fucked her. I pull out and drag my jeans up as she stands and grabs my neck before shoving her tongue down my throat. I don't like kissing, and she fucking knows this. I pull back and growl, ready to give her a fucking piece of my mind, but she pats my chest.

"All done, Mindy?" she calls over her shoulder.

Mindy, satiated from the look of her, replies happily, "Yeah, fuck, I'm going to feel you for days, big boy. I love fucking you." My brother smirks, and I laugh a little, shaking my head and trying to forget Candice’s little power play. I turn to Candice and kiss her cheek.

"Thanks, my little slut." She smiles lovingly at me, but she knows the score.

She gets dressed, and both she and her friend leave.

Alexandr drops down next to me on the sofa, stinking of whiskey.

"Fuck, you're getting married in two days, little brother. I cannot believe you fucking did it. You not only managed to befriend her like Dad and Stefano wanted, but you also made her fall for you. Shit, brother, she looks at you with hearts in her eyes." Alexandr laughs with a bit of a slur. I look at him, irritated, before taking a swig out of the whiskey bottle, and then turning back to look at my brother, passing the bottle back to him.

"I've had to fucking court her for twelve fucking years to ensure this marriage happens, pretend to be this knight in shining mafia armor. Of course, she fucking looks at me that way. I made sure she would. You heard Stefano and Father that day. Mother and Victoria Russo weren't happy about forcing her into this after they were forced by their fathers to marry for an alliance. It had to be her decision. But I'm just like Stefano; I can't be with one woman, especially when I don't give a fuck about her."

Mysubconscious rants,lies, lies, lies. If he wasn't drunk, he would call you out on it.

"Shut up, dick," I shout back—out loud.

Alexandr laughs, finding it hilarious, but that could be the booze. I know he adores Sofia, just not as much as I do. Fuck, I wonder what she'd say if she found out I just fucked my father's secretary on our brand-new couch.

Shit, here comes the painful stabbing in my gut. I feel sick and have this sudden urge to scrub myself clean, then disinfect our living area and dining table before I bring her home in two days.

"But you still got to fuck all the pussy you wanted, and she still has no idea. She still thinks you're her prince charming, and that you’ve saved yourself just for her since you made things official! Like you could live off just one pussy for the rest of your life. You’re the biggest womanizer I know!" Alexandr expresses himself happily, and now that I know he's drunk as shit, I decide to play along, knowing he'll start feeling guilty any minute, and then become an emotional drunk. I can't be bothered to deal with that, so I turn and give him a smug smile, agreeing, all while a lump forms in my throat.

"I will never be a one-woman man, even if I am married. My father and Stefano know this. I had to become someone I'm not around Sofia. She'll be shocked after our wedding, especially when she realizes I'll have mistresses." That probably isn't true anymore; she's changed me in the best ways. Me fucking around was me being in denial, trying to go against my father's plans for me, just like tonight. But after the wedding, I will be a one-woman man, because I can't fucking live with this guilt.

Alexandr just starts laughing, and I know, tomorrow morning, I'm not the only one who's going to feel guilty.