Selfishly, I hoped she heard it all, so I wouldn’t have to repeat myself.
Based on how deep my tipsy omega was into the vodka, she may have.
Only one thing in this world frightened me, and that was my omega.
I rocked off the wall, moving slowly until I reached the counter. The points of her teeth dug into that pillowy bottom lip of hers as she unconsciously parted her legs for me. I stepped into the space, caging her in as my palms rested on the marble.
“You lied about being married,” she said, her nails tapping on the bottle.
“I did.”
Unable to stop myself, I tugged her lip free. My dick thickened when her tongue darted out to lick me.
Fuck. This was torture. I wanted to bury my face in her pussyuntil she screamed my name and forgot how pissed she was at me.
I curled my fingers around the neck of the vodka bottle, gently prying it away. That amount of straight liquor was enough to put a grown man on their arse, let alone my petite omega who didn’t drink much.
She snarled, but I ignored it, placing the bottle out of reach.
Hot skin brushed against my palms as I cupped her face, stroking her alcohol-flushed cheeks.
“How much did you hear, mo chroí?”
“All of it,” she murmured, wrapping her slender fingers around my forearms to hold herself steady.
A heavy breath expanded my chest as I nodded. No one had seen her when they escorted Massimo out. She only thought she heard all of it. Her gaze drifted as she traced the lines of my tattoos, and something splintered as I watched her.
For years, she had been held together by sheer determination.
It was cruel. I had dangled hope in front of her only to snatch it away.
I wanted only to protect her. Someday, she would understand. I would kneel at her feet if she wished it. The pad of my thumb aimlessly stroked her freckles when I finally broke the stilted silence.
“The Italians have a few brain cells between them. It won’t be long before they figure out we aren’t married.”
Darkness engulfed her glazed eyes, almost turning them into polished obsidian stones. She tipped her chin up, fighting the slight tremble in her fingers. My heart swelled and shattered at the same time. She refused to show fear, even as it lingered beneath the surface.
“What will happen?”
Her sweet voice came out in a strained whisper.
“They will enforce the terms of their agreement with your father.”
All the color in her face disappeared as an icy chill overtook her limbs. Her breasts rose with quickening breaths before she spun out of my hold. Tiny, shaking fingers clung to the sink as she retched, vomiting into the stainless steel basin.
“Shhh,” I soothed, running my fingers through her hair and holding it off her face. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Willow. I will die to keep you safe.”
Minutes passed as she quivered, her stomach finally empty. I filled a glass of water, silently handing it to her. Her pale lips rested on the rim as she sipped, slow at first before downing the entire thing, easing some of the tension in my muscles.
“It will never happen,” I said, pushing sweaty strands of hair off her brow.
“But how?” she asked, her words still slurred as her eyes glistened.
“Father Fitzpatrick will be here on Saturday to marry us. The license will be backdated if the Rossis go digging.”
“What?! You can’t.”
Color returned to her cheeks. The streaks of red burned brilliantly with her anger, making my dick stir. I admonished my cock. Now was not the time for him to remember how pretty our omega looked when she was angry.
