Of course, I get saddled with a loose cannon.

I didn’t know Vittoria Vero before today. Unfortunately, I had the displeasure of dealing with her sister, Vincenza, multiple times. Our families’ roots were deeply entwined. It went deeper than just a solid partnership. The friendship that my father had with Renato Vero spanned decades and when he was killed, Vincenza and Vittoria were left orphans. They weren’t the only ones to feel the loss. If I didn’t know my pops so well, it would have been presumptuous to assume Renato’s death brought on his early retirement from our firm. I never asked the question outright, but a heavy sadness cloaked my dad after the tragedy with Renato occurred. He hasn’t been the same since.

It was my father who suggested I take a Vero as my wife.

I didn’t bother to hide my disdain at the idea. I’d been married once before. It took him months of gentle coaxing to get me onboard. He called it penance. I didn’t feel such a drastic step needed to be made to make amends – In fact, I didn’t think amends needed to be made at all – but here I was, married under God to a twenty-one-year-old nutcase.

“Should have seen it coming,” I rumbled under my breath, disappointed in myself.

Yes. I should have. But the moment I saw her, I was blinded. I couldn’t seem to see past her beauty. There was something about her. Her eternally wide doe eyes were the prettiest shade of brown I’d ever seen a person wear. Her hair was long and thick, flowing in waves down the delicate line of her back. She was small but soft. She had hips and her ass was full but firm. I couldn’t take my hands off of it while she ground her hot, wet pussy down on my cock, reaching for her high.

It was then I was reminded that she was a virgin and I took her far too roughly. Perhaps I should have felt guilt over it. A normal man might have.

I didn’t.

The thought of taking her again and making her hurt had my flaccid cock turn into a fat semi.

I was her husband. She was mine. Nothing more than a lifelike toy for a man to play with.