CHAPTER 35

Ellis and Vittorio left Amorielle Mansion in silence, each lost in their thoughts about the wedding.

The fresh spring night air whispered in their ears as they approached the vehicle, where Rocco, the driver, patiently waited by the passenger door. Vittorio gently held Ellis' arm as they walked towards the car.

Vittorio opened the car door for Ellis, who carefully entered, holding her black wedding dress. He entered through the other door and then waited for Rocco to do the same and start the engine, all the while looking at his wife by his side. While they were in the car, Vittorio tried to break the ice:

"Have you been to The Mark Hotel before?" he asked, trying to start a conversation.

"No, but I know it's one of the most expensive hotels in the city. Like, they say a night in the Penthouse Suite costs almost $50,000," she replied.

"It actually costs $100,000 per night," Vittorio corrected, smiling as he saw Ellis' eyes widen at the exorbitant price. "Believe me, the price is completely justified, you'll see."

***

The tension was palpable, and they remained silent during the car ride to The Mark Hotel, the most luxurious hotel in New York. When they arrived at the hotel, they were greeted by a doorman who opened the car door for them.

"Welcome to The Mark Hotel," he said, smiling.

Vittorio gave a generous tip to the doorman, and the couple walked towards the reception. Ellis was impressed by the grandeur of the place where they would spend the night.

"Wow," she exclaimed. "This is incredible. I've never been to a place like this before."

"I wanted it to be special for you," he explained, with a touch of sincerity in his voice, smiling at his wife.

"Thank you for doing this," Ellis said softly.

"The pleasure is all mine, Ellis," Vittorio replied.

They entered the hotel lobby, where they were greeted by a smiling staff member.

"Welcome again, Mr. Amorielle," the staff member greeted. "What is the reservation for tonight?"

"The same as always," Vittorio replied, smiling back. "Please have our luggage taken up to the Penthouse Suite."

"Alright. Amber," the staff member called another employee who was passing through the lobby. "Escort Mr. Amorielle and his companion to the Penthouse Suite."

"What?" Ellis questioned, shocked by the information.

"Pretend it's just a regular hotel room, it helps," Vittorio said before walking with Ellis towards the elevator.

In the elevator, Ellis seemed nervous, fidgeting with her hands and looking at the floor. Vittorio noticed and held her hand, gently squeezing it.

"There's no need to be nervous, Ellis," he said, comforting her. "It's going to be a wonderful night."

"I'm trying to trust you, Vittorio," Ellis said, looking at him, her eyes sparkling.

When they reached the suite, Vittorio opened the door and led Ellis inside. The suite was spacious and elegant, occupying the top two floors of the building and featuring five bedrooms, six bathrooms, a large living room, a gourmet kitchen, a terrace with a panoramic view of the city, and other exclusive amenities.

"It's beautiful here, Vittorio. Thank you for bringing me," Ellis said, looking around, impressed.

Vittorio smiled at her and gently kissed her forehead.

"You deserve the best, Ellis. I will always take care of you."

They looked at each other for a moment, smiling at each other, before Vittorio took Ellis' hand and led her to the master

bedroom.

"I think it's time to start our wedding night, don't you think?" Vittorio asked.

Ellis blushed again but smiled and nodded.

"Yes, Vittorio. Let's begin."

***

The master bedroom was spacious and elegant, with a large, soft bed, a whirlpool bathtub, and a view of the city.

"I'll go to the bathroom to take off my dress while our things are brought up," Ellis announced without looking at Vittorio.

"Need any help?" Vittorio asked with a mischievous smile. "You can count on me for anything, Ellis."

"I think I can manage. Thanks," Ellis declined, walking towards the bathroom while holding the enormous skirt of her black dress. "I really hope I don't have to rely on you for anything else tonight."

***

Ellis was in the suite's bathroom, trying to reach the buttons of her black wedding dress, but without success. She had tried several times, but the buttons were too close together and she couldn't reach them.

"Damn, why did I choose a dress with such close buttons? This is impossible!"

She tried once more but ended up letting out a frustrated sigh.

"It's impossible. I can't do it," Ellis grumbled as she moved her body in frustration.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and Vittorio entered.

"What's going on? Haven't you managed to take off the dress yet?" he asked.

"I'm trying to unbutton my dress, but the buttons are too close together and I can't reach them," Ellis explained as she stared at the dreaded buttons.

"You know I could help you, right? I offered..." Vittorio reminded with a mischievous smile.

"The problem is your intentions here, Vittorio," Ellis explained with a suspicious look.

"Don't worry, Ellis," Vittorio replied, laughing. "I just want to help. Besides, you don't want to spend the night stuck in that dress, do you?"

"Fine," Ellis agreed, sighing as she turned towards Vittorio. "Can you help me with this, Vittorio?"

Vittorio approached Ellis and started unbuttoning her dress. The mafioso unbuttoned one button at a time, feeling the warmth of Ellis' body. He felt a mix of emotions as he touched his wife's soft skin.

While Vittorio slowly unbuttoned the wedding dress, Ellis couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Part of her resented him for the arranged marriage, but another part couldn't deny that he was attractive.

Finally, the dress came off, sliding to the floor, and she felt relieved to be out of the dress, but she also felt exposed and vulnerable in front of Vittorio, who smiled as he saw the bare back without a tattoo of his bride.

"Thank you," Ellis said when Vittorio finished.

"At your service, Mrs. Amorielle," Vittorio replied with a husky voice of desire.

Ellis turned to face Vittorio. There was a moment of silence as they looked intensely at each other. They were just inches apart, and the sexual tension between them was palpable. They moved closer, almost kissing, when suddenly the doorbell rang.

"It must be room service with our things," Ellis said, stepping away from the mafioso. "Don't worry, I can handle it from here."

"Alright," Vittorio agreed, still dazed.

Vittorio went to answer the door, wondering who could be interrupting their wedding night. When he opened the door, he was surprised to see who was on the other side.

"What are you doing here?"