“Thatwas for trying to kiss me again when I’ve already held up my side of the deal and given you the one that was written into our contract.” She smiles. “Try it again, and my stiletto will get acquainted withotherparts of your body.” She slides her gaze down my body, then back up. “Understood,mio dolce marito?”
Without waiting for me to answer, she whips around and walks off the dance floor while I’m left stunned in place. Not because she nearly broke my toe with her ridiculously fucking sharp heel, but because my dear little wife just called me her sweet husband, and I don’t give a fuck that she was being facetious about it. It has me yearning for more.
24
LIANA
With everything that happened with the wedding, I feel like I haven’t had a moment to breathe all day, and now as Massimo drives us back to my new home, my heart feels like it’s going to hammer out of my chest.
I’m officially married to Massimo Bonetti, and my head is an absolute mess from it all.
That kiss. That damn kiss. It’s all I’ve been able to think about.
He claims my body is so responsive to him, and I’m beginning to think the same.
He’s getting to me. He’s getting inside my head, and I can’t have that happen. I need to show him he means nothing to me and never will.
“That beautiful brain of yours is running a hundred miles a minute, huh,mia moglie?” Massimo says as we pull into his underground garage.
He stops in front of a large glass box, and just when I think he’s going to put the car in park, the door of the box slides open and Massimo drives inside.
“What’re we doing?” I ask, a crinkle in my brow as I gaze out the window.
“Going home,” he says.
“You just drove into a box.”
All of a sudden, the car starts rising into the air, and I sit up taller in my seat, hands on the door as I stare frantically out the window.
“What is going on?” I rush out.
Massimo chuckles. “Never been in an elevator before?”
I snap my gaze to his, and he’s watching me with amusement in his eyes.
“Not for a freaking car. You seriously have a car elevator?”
Massimo shrugs. “It’s convenient. You’ll see.”
When the elevator stops, it opens to a large room that has four other cars and space for at least four more.
“This is over-the-top.”
“Well, get used to it,mia moglie, because you’ll be able to use it once we get your car over here. Your information is already in the system, so you’re good to go.”
I follow Massimo to the door that leads into the house. He opens it, but before he steps through, he turns around and scoops me into his arms. My arm falls around his shoulder while the other hand presses against his chest.
“Is this really necessary?”
“Tradition,mia moglie.”
“Screw tradition,” I mumble under my breath, but when Massimo chuckles, I know he heard me.
“You’re awfully cranky for a woman on her wedding night. Maybe we can change that.”
It doesn’t evade me that I’m sure he expects something out of our wedding night, and I love that he’s about to be very disappointed.
I stare up at Massimo, whose eyes are focused on where he’s walking, but a smirk tugs at his lips.
