Trapped Sensation

Chapter 5

Raphael's POV

  "Enlighten us, Zayn. Who are you?" I ask, my voice echoing in the grand hall, the calmness infused in my voice not betraying the rage I feel towards the intruder. 'How dare he barge in and interfere in my wedding,' I think, before subtly shaking my head to get rid of my wandering thoughts, annoyed that I care. 'Don't forget, she's a vile person. You can't keep having wandering thoughts about her. She's off limits,' I tell myself, frowning deeper, irritated with myself.

  "I'm sure you want to know. Who are you to ask that? Aren't you just marrying Serena for the company, so don't be a hypocrite. You have absolutely no right to criticise me even if I'm actually after the company," Zayn replies smugly with a sneer.

  "I do want to company, I won't deny that fact. But at least I can proudly declare it, instead of using underhanded methods to claim something that doesn't belong to me," I fold my arms with a smirk as I stare him down.

  "You really want to know who I am?" He says with a sneer. "What if I'm someone you can't afford to offend?". With a smile, I step forward before stopping in front of him.

  "I never regret my actions," I whisper into his ear with a smile. With a scoff, he steps back, enraged. "What's wrong, Zayn? Did I say something offend you?" I ask, amused at the rage visible in his eyes.

  "Fine! I am Zayn Russo, CEO of Russo Rolls. Do you really think I need my parents' useless business as my birthright," He announces to everyone in a smug tone, his eyes never leaving mine. Audible gasps and murmurs begin to echo in the hall, as some bunch of idiots bring out their phones to video

  "Thor, take care of them. Make sure no one leaves this hall with a video of what happened here." I whisper to Thor
before looking away.

  "Okay. Let's say you don't need your parents' business, what are you really doing here? Your sister has the right to choose to marry me or not,"

  "Don't be so........," Zayn manages to get out before Serena interrupts him.

  "STOP! Do you have to behave like a bunch of kids arguing over a favourite toy here. I'm not a piece of property, I can decide my own fate. I don't need a pair of ruffians deciding for me," She interjects enraged.

  "I'm sorry, lil sis. I was just trying to look out for you," Zayn says, looking apologetic.

  "Well, you've not done it for a long time, so don't start now." Serena replies, frowning. "And you! What do you have to say for yourself?" She asks, turning to face me.

  "Absolutely nothing, mio piccola tigre (my little tiger)," I reply, smirking at the cute pout on her face.

  "Everyone, this wedding will go on as planned. Sorry for the delay,"

  Zayn walks up to Serena and pecks her on the forehead, muttering a silent apology. I growl under my breath, wanting to punch his pretty face. I turn, pulling her to my side to stare into her beautiful eyes.

  "Puoi essere solo mio, piccola tigre. Mio e di nessun altro. (You can only be mine, little tiger. Mine and no one else)," I gently whisper in her ear, my eyes not leaving hers.

  "Can you tell me what you said, Raphael?" Serena asks, gazing deeply into my eyes.

  "Soon tigre (tiger), soon." The pull between us gets stronger and thicker, weaving a haze around us until the only thing I can feel is her. The only thing I can hear is her. She's the only thing I can see. She clouds my vision, and her scent is an alluring, cool, and inviting haze wrapping around my senses. I know I'm hooked.

  "The wedding will continue now," The marriage registrar announces, drawing us from our haze cackling with sensual tension. Serena blinks disoriented as red begin creeping up her neck in embarrassment.

  "Don't be embarrassed, piccola tigre (little tiger), it's normal." With a smirk, I make my way forward, back to the platform, before offering my hand to help Serena climb the platform.

  "I'm not embarrassed," She replies, her face even more red.

  "Of course, mia signora (my lady),"

  "It's time for the exchange of rings," The marriage registrar announces as we once again face each other on the platform. "Miss Serena Diego, please present your ring to Mr Raphael DeVasquez,"

  Serena reaches across to the little bell boy and gives him a pat on his head before taking a purple alexandrite ring from the cushion he is holding. She looks up at me, and as I stare into her eyes, I can't help but wonder what life with her would really be like. She takes my right hand and slides the ring on my index finger. I look down at the ring and can't help but smile inwardly. It's cool against my finger, and it is her favourite colour.

  "Mr Raphael DeVasquez, please present the ring to Miss Serena Diego,"

  "I reach across and pick the other set to the alexandrite ring on my finger from the cushion. I gaze into Serena's eyes, gently raising her left hand before sliding the ring onto her index finger. Without my eyes leaving her gaze, I gently raise her hand and lay a kiss on the cool gemstone.

  Serena gasps, her eyes fluttering before flickering back up as she snatches her hand away. "Mio signora (my lady)," I say, not removing my eyes from her gaze.

  "Mr Raphael DeVasquez and Miss Serena Diego, I now pronounce you, husband, and wife. You may now kiss the bride," The marriage registrar says with a satisfied smile.

  I hook my arm around Serena's waist, slowly drawing her closer until she's snug against me. I snake my other hand up her cheekbones slowly and around her nape before leaning closer. "Solo io posso baciarti, piccola tigre (only I can kiss you, little tiger), but not today," I whisper. I bend her head, drawing her nape closer, but before my lips can touch hers, I slip my finger between our lips, and it's over before it even began.

  

  I'm so sorry, readers, for updating chapter 5 so late. Don't forget to vote by clicking the star button below. Thanks, guys, for being so supportive during my first book. Ciao