I sniffle softly. I’m so torn. I don’t want to be this woman. Scared. Weak. His servant. I control nothing. Absolutely nothing.
No.
I freeze, suddenly considering whatI cancontrol.
Me. How I react. That’s it. But it isn’t nothing.
After all, this is my wedding night. Focus on the positives. This man is gorgeous. He has a lot of qualities I like, especially loyalty and protectiveness. He saved my life. Twice. Love isn’t in this room, but there’s potential. A mafia king and his queen.
But not his servant.
I look up through my wet lashes, knowing I won’t get any mercy from this man. My sniffles stop. My tears too.
I move to my knees, my palms resting lightly on my thighs.
“She obeys,” he says and claps mockingly.
Something in his tone coils heat low in my belly. He’s arrogant. Sure, I like that. I want a confident man. But I want to be arrogant with him. His equal.
Think, Peighton. Make him respect you. Want you the same way you want him.
I lift my chin. “Your turn to undress. Your slacks.” Boldly, I reach out and tug on his belt.
His smile quirks.
“Come on,” I say cooly. “I want to see what my husband has to offer me, besides unfounded confidence.”
“Is that so?” He grins, but it’s far too wicked.
The ting of his belt. The teeth of his zipper. The rustle of his pants.
There it is.
My eyes blow wide.
First dick I’ve seen in person, and it steals my breath. It’s long and hard, with raised veins along the side. Horrifying. Too big. It won’t fit.
He chuckles once more. “Does my bride like? Want to feel it down your throat?”
“What? No!”
“Let’s practice.” He snatches my jaw and slides two fingers into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue.
“Suck, mishka,” he orders.
Whoa!
A shiver rolls through me, but I don’t back down. I wrap my lips around his fingers and do as he asks, gazing up at him while warmth blooms in my chest, sinful and slow. Unexpected.
His eyes darken. A quiet growl rumbles in his throat.
“Don’t enjoy it.”
Now I smile and pull back.
“Too bad. I do,” I purr, then take his fingers deeper.
His eyes narrow as if I just challenged him. His other hand lowers and tightens around my throat, applying just enough pressure to keep me perfectly still.
