I Married My Ex Boyfriend's Father

/005- The Enemy's Engagement Party/

**Victoria’s Point Of View**

Honeymoon, that’s the next step after marrying a man like Massimo Buscami. But not when the point of your marriage is hot s*x and a bucketload of revenge.

My fingers clutch the fabric beneath me, clamping my teeth tightly into the pillow to muffle my screams.

I suggested to Massimo that we ditch the honeymoon, and instead spend the next few weeks enjoying our luxuries. From his wonderful estate to prime dinners at the best restaurants in the city of Aurora.

Hands grip my hip, squeezing enough to give me an indent on my skin. The sound of skin slapping against skin is wickedly delicious to my ears. If we had enough time I’d be on my back, clawing at the muscles of the fine specimen rearranging my insides right now.

He agreed to it. If only he knew it was to spite Enzo. I’ve moved into the Buscami estate, the city of Aurora won’t shut up about how gorgeous I am, and I’ve learned the Buscami men are easy to goad into jealousy. Or a fit of rage, whatever you wanna call it. I haven’t even started. I haven’t done anything but make it clear that I’m f*****g his father.

I’m just getting started. As soon as I figure out what Enzo’s position is in his father’s empire, I will wreck it for him.

He shouldn’t have cheated. Between me and Eleanor, he should have chosen better.

“Massimo, aaah, you have guest-”

“Shush, tesoro. My guest can wait.” he leaned down, teeth grazing over my ears. “Imagine how you’d feel walking into that party knowing you’d been f****d right. You’d love it, bambina. And I would love to know I made you c*m on my c**k before we attended Enzo’s engagement party.”

I couldn’t help biting the pillow even harder. He doesn’t know how sweet those words are. We’ve been married for a week, and Enzo suddenly decided last night that he would move up his engagement party.

The people who showed up were all his friends and his family. They’re here to gawk at him and his girlfriend.

The moment I showed Massimo what I planned to wear, I was face down on the bed.... that dress was pushed up so he could f**k me. Oh god.

I pushed my hips back, I needed more of that. To know I’d been on his father’s c**k before attending his engagement party. How scandalous. Oh f**k that turns me on.

“Ohh, you got tighter. What’s turning you on, my beautiful wife? My c**k hitting your favorite spot.” my legs trembled as he delivered a much harder thrust. So deep, so goood. “Or is it something more sinful? I know it is. You and I are alike. I plan to f**k you tonight as well.”

“Oh god, Massimo.” my stomach tightened, and heat erupted all over me. My breath stilled in my throat as my orgasm rocked through. I heard the sound of a fabric ripping and mourned the loss of this lovely sheet. But the smile was on my face, as Massimo continued to f**k me through it.

I felt oversensitive and it was so good. So f*****g good.

I think I’ve lost the ability to think. Massimo didn’t stop until he came into the condom. I felt drained, and yet somehow rejuvenated.

A smack to my asscheek got me out of my s*x drunk phase.

“Come, baby, we need to get dressed. My son is expecting to start his party in.... ten minutes. Get your finely f****d body into that dress, and let’s go.”

“You can’t expect me to.... ugh, what do you eat that pushes this sort of stamina?”

He laughs and pulls out of me slowly. I can’t help the whine that leaves my mouth. “I don’t think age holds grounds for anyone. And don’t worry, I’ll keep my c**k in you at night.”

“Pervert.”

“I know you like me like that.” I couldn’t help laughing. Damn. What a stud. I managed to roll myself out of bed and stand on a wobble foot. Massimo brought a wet towel since we didn’t have time for a shower or to fix my hair.

I chose to go without makeup or underwear because we didn’t have any time.

With my heels and dress on and my arms around my husband’s elbow, we made our way out of the main manor to one of the eight garden houses where the engagement party was being thrown.

I grabbed a glass of chardonnay and greeted the guest. I hear murmurs and feel eyes on my skin as I make my way to my stepson.

I’m damned to hell, I just know it. Enzo’s jaw clicks, and he shoots me a quick glare. Eleanor looks uncomfortable as my presence gets closer.

“Enzo, Eleanor, congratulations. I know I’ve said it before but I just love love.” I part my arms, and pull Eleanor into a hug first then whisper- “I am gonna chew you up and spit you out, you worthless bitch.”

She tensed, and I pulled back. Smiling in a way I’ve practiced for years. Then I moved to Enzo. I said nothing, we just shared a short hug. But I swear he could feel the anger coming off my body. Then I moved my body back to Massimo, slipping my free hand around his arm. I took a sip of my drink.

“Enzo, you know... I am against this.” I almost choked out my drink. He is? “But, if you choose to continue with this marriage, you will have my love. And part of my support. Eleanor.... uh, right.” his cell vibrates in the breast pocket of his suit. Massimo seemed relieved by the way his shoulders relaxed, but his face remained empty. “Ragazza, do you mind if I step away for a moment?”

“No, not at all, love.” he smiled at me. Bringing his head down to kiss me. I was still smiling even after he left.

I turned away from the couple and went to find someone else to talk to. Alessio spotted me and beckoned me over. His wife was standing beside him, a shy smile on her face. Natalie is too much of a nice girl to be around the handsome, yet cold-faced. I haven’t analyzed the whole family yet.

But given time, I’ll know all about them.

“Well, you look stunning. I never got the hang of what to wear to one of these things.” I grinned at Natalie’s compliment. It might be a garden party, but the dress code is black and white, with stylish exceptions like the red dress I have on.

“Oh don’t fret, I can teach you. I love fashion. A dress says a million things.” that got a small smile from Alessio.

“What does yours say?”

“I’ve got a banging body.” Natalie coughed, and Alessio gave me a hearty laugh.

“Okay, you’re right for my dad.”

“Why thank you. And Natalie, think about my offer.” I winked, and the poor girl clutched her husband’s arm.

“She’s really shy.”

“I get it. It’s nice to be a part of this family. And look, enzo is bringing someone in too.” Alessio scoffs.

“What a f*****g disaster. He should know better. The girl has nothing to her name. She’s clearly out for his money.”

I hid my wicked smirk behind the glass as I took a gulp. I see it now. Of course. Class is needed when mixed in with the Buscamis. Everyone here is from a rich home, excluding Eleanor.

My old maid’s daughter who I loved more than anyone. Losing my parents, and having to battle the people I expected to be my family left me feeling hollow. She was my rock. She will hurt more than him.

I guarantee it.

“Oh, she’s not?” I say, faking a look of surprise.

Natalie shook her head. “I heard... the money she had, she had gambled it off like a year and a half ago. And there’s no trace of how she even got that money. I love Alessio, I know he cares for his brother and that harppie might hurt Enzo in the long run.”

God, I’m sorry but you’re giving me too ammo.

“Oh wow, and she seemed like such a lovely girl. So quiet.”

Alessio rolled his eyes. “That’s how some of them are. That’s why I approve of you. The Ice Queen? Cold? Smart and wealthy? You don’t need anything from my family that you don’t already have. And I admire that.”

I brought my glass to meet his. “Thank you.”

If he really wanted to protect his brother, he should know not to like me. An arm wraps around my waist, and a kiss meets the back of my neck.

“Miss me?”

“Of course, but Alessio and Natalie are a wonderful company.”

He chuckles lightly. “I’m glad you think so. They’re your family now.”

The party continued, and after a moment- and three glasses of alcohol- I had to go and find a restroom. I was strolling down the hallway when I spotted Enzo. I walked past him like I didn’t know him. He shot an arm out, grabbing my wrist and preventing me from moving forward.

“Enzo, get your hands off me.”

“What do you want? By the way, you lied to me. You had me thinking you were-”

I whipped my head around. “Be careful how you finish that sentence. I did nothing. I protected myself. I love your father, and you’re just going to have to accept that not everything is about you. This is a lovely party, the flowers, the drinks, the look of disappointment on the eyes of your family-” his jaw hardens, and his face morphs in rage. Oh, he’s easy to piss off. “- and I am enjoying myself. Now let go.”

“No. Divorce my father and leave.”

“Bite me.” I stepped on his toes with the blunt head of my heel, and he bit his lip to hold in a scream. I freed my hand and continued down until I found the bathroom.

Enzo doesn’t know anything. I haven’t even started. Five years ago my uncle lost his entire company when he tried to sue me out of my right. I made him worthless to the world of the rich, I can and I will burn Enzo. He will wish that a car accident had killed me.