Giancarlo was finally moving as she wanted.
Faster. Harder. Deeper.
And so, so roughly that she was soon convulsing with a cry of surrender, and Giancarlo was right behind her, his hands gripping Sarica's hips as he filled her with his seed.
When it was over, they collapsed onto the bed, their bodies still entwined, and Sarica doing her best to catch her breath. She shifted a little, and her husband rolled to his back while Sarica landed on top of him.
She touched his face, which bore only the faintest scars of the beating he had taken. So much had happened. So much had changed. And speaking of such changes...
Sarica glanced up curiously at her husband. "Do you really not mind...about the drone?" Because the Giancarlo she knew wasextremelyconservative.
"This is an exception," Giancarlo murmured. "I want our wedding to make it clear to everyone that you are mine."
Sarica rolled her eyes. "Everyoneknows I've been yours since I was fifteen—-"
“Even Dauphin Tueur?”
Oh.
Right.
Sarica shook her head. "The thing is..." She was about to explain to Giancarlo how Dauphin was hernewMr. Miyagi when something clicked in her mind, and she quickly reached for the covers to wrap around her naked body before pushing herself up.
"How about we make a deal?"
Giancarlo raised a brow. "About Dauphin Teuer?"
"I'll tell you who he is...if you tell me who has a photo of you bare-chested.”
Giancarlo’s mind raced back to that mortifying bet he’d lost in his teenage years. The magazine spread that still haunted his nightmares: him in a blond wig, posing as a Viking invader, complete with historically inaccurate helmet and flexed muscles that had made him look more like a romance novel cover model than a Norse warrior.
He had bought the publishing company the moment he could access his inheritance. Had personally overseen the burning of every copy he could find, along with the original negatives and drafts.
But he knew how these things worked. Somewhere out there, a copy could still exist. And if Sarica ever got her hands on it—
The thought alone made him shudder.
"Forget it," Giancarlo said curtly.
"But—-"
Another drone showed up outside the window, and Giancarlo hauled his wife to him so he could whip up the covers over both of them.
Sarica stared at him in confusion. "What are you—-"
"We've got company again."
Sarica immediately reached for the remote control to close the blinds...only to have her husband take it out of her hold and toss it away.
"Giancarlo!"
"Let's not be selfish," he purred. "We can give them what they want without actually showing anything,sì?"
"No!"
"I knew you'd see it in my way."
It was her only warning before Giancarlo was positioning her over his length, and Sarica could only gasp as she found himself riding him.
