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Our tires skitter sideways. Then we’re on two wheels, about to tip over. There’s a moment of heart-stopping balance, utter stillness as we lean dangerously toward Brioni’s side. I slam my weight toward my passenger door. The seatbelt digs into my skin, and pain sears in my neck like it’s a garrote. But we rebalance. We land on all four tires with a jarring bounce.

We’re both panting hard. The smoke from the tires surrounds us in a bluish haze, thick and acrid. It’s the smell of excitement. Beyond the pale cloud, the deer bounds off toward the woods, as graceful as Brioni when she runs.

There’s no trace of my fiancée’s steady grace now. She’s all panic, her movements jerky as she clambers over the console toward me. In her terror, she’s clumsy but fast. I have just enough time to unbuckle before she’s on my lap, shaking in my arms.

As she straddles me, she takes my face in her hands and kisses me. Hard. Our adrenaline is pounding, and Brioni’s reaction is to climb on top of me, to spread her legs over my hard cock.

She gets off on the danger.

The perfect mafia wife.

And she’s all mine.

I grip her thighs to pull her even closer. She gasps at the feel of me. Then she’s reaching down between us, fumbling at my buckle and zipper. I hitch her skirt up to her waist as she slips her hand into my fly. When she wraps her warm, silky fingers around my cock, I groan into her mouth. She breathes my name against my lips, desperate for me. She wants me so badly she’s writhing against my thighs. And I’m more than ready to give it to her.

With my pants undone but my boxer briefs on, I pull myself out through my fly. The elastic at my base makes me throb thicker than ever, and Brioni gasps at the sight. It really is glorious.

I feel her hips shift away in surprise, but I grab her. She locks her eyes onto mine as I yank aside her panties. I slick the tip of my thick cock along her wetness, and she moans, her eyes rolling in ecstasy. Tilting her head back, she exposes the slim column of her throat to me. I feel an urge to wrap my fingers around it. But my hands are busy playing with her wet cunt, readying myself to shove inside her. Instead, I jerk my thighs to tip her body forward.

She falls onto me like a rag doll, and I suck on her delicate neck, hard enough to leave marks. Mine.

She gasps and shudders, and I’m not even inside her yet. This near-death experience has made my demure Brioni wild. As I nibble at her neck, she whimpers. It sounds like impatience, and by the way she’s gliding her wet folds along my cock, she wants me more than she can bear.

I’m tempted to tease her, but I can’t hold back any longer. I grab her hips tight to stop her writhing along my tip. I need to bury myself fully inside her.

“Look at me,” I command, and her eyes fly open.

She bites her lip as I ready myself at her entrance. When I start to nudge inside, her eyes flutter closed again, and I growl.

“Look at me.”

She gasps as she obeys. I watch in satisfaction as her eyes go wide, then wider as I stretch her pussy open.

“Liam…” she breathes. I’m less than halfway in, but she’s clenching around me like she can’t take any more. The adrenaline pumping through us has tightened all our muscles, heightening every possible sensation.

I dig my fingers into her hips and pull her down onto my cock. She screams, closing her eyes for the briefest moment. Then she remembers herself and fixes her gaze on mine. So good, my Brioni.

I focus entirely on her innocent doe eyes as I sink into her. They water with the combination of pain and pleasure. Then they glaze over with lust, and her pupils dilate as I pull her thighs wider apart, allowing myself full access. When I’m deep as I can go, I shift beneath her, and she sobs.

I break our eye contact to pull her against my chest. With one hand fisted in her hair, the other clenching her ass, I keep her right where I want her. She’s on top of me, but she’s not the one in control.

As I thrust, the friction of my boxer briefs and her lace panties creates its own fire. The fact we’re still fully clothed emphasizes the urgency, the headrush of danger that started all this. I try to focus on the elastic constricting my base, but it’s nothing compared to how tight and wet Brioni is.

“Fuck,” I groan into her hair. I grip her tight as I grind myself deep.

“Come inside me,” she whispers. And I almost—almost—lose control.

But she’s not the one in charge here.

And she’s still technically in trouble for going behind my back. I stop thrusting. With my hand in her hair, I pull her head away from me. She bites her lip, wary of the sudden change between us.

I can’t have her ordering me around. But with my cock so deep inside her, it’s difficult for me to focus on anything else. We breathe hard, staring at each other.

“I’m sor⁠—”

I cut off her forbidden apology by plunging my tongue down her throat. She yields, so soft in my harsh grip. I roll my hips to hit every angle of her tight cunt, and she cries out against my mouth, completely at my mercy. Chuckling to myself, I do it again, and again. Each time I stroke along her G-spot, I feel her pussy clench tight around me.

“Come for me,” I order.