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“How about you try them on?” She was being a smartass, but I’d show her who she was messing with.

“My pleasure.” I grabbed her heels and slipped them off. “What are you doing?”

“Following orders from my stubborn bride.” She tried to pull from my grip, which only gave me a full view of her puffy pink lips. “Damn it, I’m so glad no one else saw that pretty pink slit.”

She tried to close her legs, but I held them apart. “Keep your legs open for me.” She relaxed as her face heated. “That’s my good girl. I want my face swallowed up by your tight little pussy. I want you to feel every whisker on my face. I want to leave red marks between your sexy thighs.” My hands slid over her smooth skin as I worked my way up. My fingers had lost all interest in the lace that now fell to the floor.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she said, a challenge in her voice that wasn’t filled with venom. No, she was breathy, need replacing the fear and anger.

I raised one brow, a twist of my lips forming just the hint of a smile. I dipped my head under her dress, flipped the edge up, and pressed my face right where it belonged, kissing her naked pussy. The sinful moan that came from her lips was a crime.

Her hands tugged on my hair, but she didn’t stop me, and I’d have to reward her for that with at least one orgasm before she became my wife. Rubbing her puffy clit with one digit, I gently coaxed a finger into her tiny entrance. Fuck, my dick coated my boxer briefs with pre-cum.

“Oh, Gio,” she moaned. “What are you doing to me?” The words came out like a plea, making me smile against her heat. I pushed my finger in a little further and faster, moving in and out. Her legs shook around my face as she came. I ground my scruff against her thigh, wanting to mark her body in more than just pleasure—me.

I rubbed her soaking wet slit one more time before slipping the lacy garment up her legs.

“Now, it’s time to get married.” Her face heated as I licked my fingers. My dick was throbbing in my slacks, but it could wait. She wasn’t ready for it. I had to make her see that I was the only man for her.

“Right now?”

“Yes. Then we’ll have dinner.” I involuntarily licked my lips again. She blushed and stood up, a little off balance but I caught her.

“Okay. Let’s get married.”

“Good girl.”

We met with the officiant and my lawyer. The officiant read our vows. “I do,” I said.

She paused for a moment during her response, but then she whispered a soft, “I do.” Thank fuck for that. We signed all the wedding documents that my lawyer drafted and the marriage license.

“You may kiss your bride.”

I cradled her face, stared at the only woman who had touched my heart, and said, “It would be my pleasure.” The soft look in her eyes as she parted her lips ever so slightly did fucked-up things to my heart. She sighed as our mouths connected. Her hands clutched my lapels. I slid my left hand onto her waist and the other into her hair.

“You’re mine,” I whispered against her lips.

A decent rumble interrupted our moment. “I’m hungry,” she replied, blushing so sweetly.

“Then let me take care of all of your needs, Mrs. Lupo.”

“Food and sleep are all I need.”

Chapter Eight

Mariana

The housekeeper brought up our dinner and set it on the small table in the bedroom. We ate in almost pure silence, but the questions were dancing in my brain and refused to leave.

“So why me?” I asked. Sure, I was considered pretty, but he and I had never met and as far as I knew, I couldn’t have been on his radar.

He leaned back in his chair and took a sip of his water. When he set the glass down, he crossed his arms. “It was either I kill your brother, or take you as a bride. The deal worked out in my favor.”

“Oh. Why my brother?”

“Because he killed one of my men in an accident.”

“Oh, no. I’m sorry.” I didn’t know how to respond. Although I knew of the death, all other details were kept from me. Not because they tried to spare my emotions, but the less I knew, the less I had to snitch.