I cry out, my nails digging into the skin of his neck.
“Fuck, Nadia.” He’s breathing hard, eyes wild. “So fucking perfect.”
He starts moving. Hard. Fast. Desperate.
It feels like the wall behind me shakes with each thrust. My body’s bouncing. Taking everything he’s giving me.
“This pussy,” he growls, “is mine. All fucking mine.”
“Yes,” I gasp. “All yours.”
He kisses me again. Messy. Consuming. His tongue tangling with mine.
I can feel it building. The pressure. The need.
“Zak… I’m gonna…”
“Come for me, baby. Let me feel it.”
And I do. I break down, screaming his name. My pussy clenching around him.
He follows right behind, fucking roaring. Jerking inside me. Hot. Deep. Over and over. Until we’re both fucking ruined.
We stay like that, breathing hard, trembling, still connected.
Then Zak reaches inside the pocket of his slacks and pulls out a fucking RING!!
I’m speechless, barely able to breathe.
It’s a beautiful antique piece made of an ornate golden ring, with an enormous diamond surrounded by a circle of smaller ones. Screaming old-world elegance.
“This was my grandmother’s,” he rumbles. “Now it’s yours.”
He slides it on my finger, and all I can do is stare at the ring, then back up at my accidental husband. This insane, beautiful, terrifying man.
“Zak…”
“You’re my wife, Nadia. You wear my family ring.”
His words make me spasm around him, moaning. And he leans in, taking my mouth, biting my lip.
Then he lifts me again, carrying me to the stairs.
I ask breathlessly, “Where are we going?”
“You need to rest.”
I feebly shake my head. “I’m fine.”
“You’re exhausted. And we need to clean up.”
He carries me to our bedroom and sets me on the bed, disconnecting us. I whimper at the loss, sit up, watching my sexy gangster. He’s still covered in blood, fucking deadly.
“Let me take care of you,” I whisper.
He stares at me, heat and tenderness flashing through his eyes.
“Okay, sweetheart.”
