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“It’s a reward just looking at her, brother. Tiana will be safe with me.”
“I like Tiana. She’s beautiful and well-mannered.” He shoots me a scowl. “You can do better than that. Tiana’s a fucking goddess.”
“Turn your head to the right,” he orders, his tone no longer polite but biting. My eyebrows draw together as I carry out his instruction. “What’s the mark on your jaw near your ear?”
Suddenly the tumbler is thrown at me, the glass hitting my head. The sting is sharp, making me gasp in shock. The cold vodka soaks my hair, but it’s fear that drenches my body.
For this, Makarova will die. I brush my hand up and down Tiana’s back, but suddenly she flinches and pulls away from me. The flash of pain on her face is so fucking fleeting I almost miss it. I’m going to fucking rip that piece of shit limb from limb.
“I’m sorry, bella. Misha will be here soon.” Just then, we hear Misha roar, “How dare you fucking pawn my sister off to that fucker?”
“Is that all?” Tiana shakes her head, and turning her back to Viktor, she lifts her shirt. The second Viktor sees the welts on her back, rage ignites in his eyes, and his features turn to stone. Misha lets out a growl, his hands fisting at his sides. I step closer to him in case he lunges for Makarova. Leaning in, I whisper, “Keep calm. We’ll deal with the fucker at a later stage.”
“Tiana will be a good wife. All I want is for her to be happy.” “I’ll do everything in my power to give her the life she deserves.” We pull apart, and only then does it sink in – Tiana is mine.
“Should I pack your belongings?”
“We’re engaged, bella. That doesn’t mean you’re my slave.”
Ever so softly, Armani presses his lips to mine. Even though it’s only for a moment, the kiss scrambles my thoughts and leaves me completely breathless.
“Who was your first kiss?” Her eyes dart to my face before she looks down at the water. “You.”
She feels good in my arms. As if she was made for me.
Her expressiveness. The wonder in her eyes every time I kissed her. The flush of her cheeks. Her shyness. How fucking grateful she is for everything. The way she looks at me as if I’m an answer to all her prayers. Tesoro mia.
I grab Lorenzo, yanking him to his feet to use him as a shield. “Wait!” the main guard shouts, his Heckler & Koch trained on us. “Don’t kill him. Let’s talk.” I press the blade's tip to Lorenzo’s neck, and seeing a flash of panic in his guard’s eyes, my lips curve up. “Unless you want your lover’s blood pooling at your feet, I suggest you lower your weapon.”
“You’re mine.” The words are rough and demanding. He’s completed the job, and I’m his prize. “I’m yours,”
“That’s right, tesoro mia. Saying our vows won’t change a damn thing. You’re mine for life, and only death will part us.”
“Your virgin pussy deserves to be worshiped before I claim you.”
“Jesus, I’m falling so hard for you.”
“You don’t see me as Misha’s little sister you’re stuck with?”
“Baby, your pussy is the only place I’m stuck in. I might stay buried inside you until the sun rises.”
“Thank you for bleeding on my cock, bella. I’ll treasure your virginity.”
“Forget about the cut. I want to admire every inch of your sexy as fuck body.”
“Jesus, bella. I hope you got a lot of sleep while I was gone because I’m going to fuck you until I pass out.”
“You’re fucking perfect, Tiana,” I say before I claim her mouth with a thankful kiss. I don’t know what I did to deserve her, but I’ll treasure her forever.
He lands on his feet, and with two strides, his hand grips the side of my neck, his body hits mine, and his mouth delivers a scorching kiss.
“I can’t wait to marry you.” A wide smile spreads over my face. “Me too.” Emotion washes over his handsome features. “I’m going to love you so hard to make up for all the days you felt unloved.”
His pelvis hits mine, and I’m so impossibly full, I can’t breathe for a moment. “Home,” he groans as he presses his face into the crook of my neck. “You feel like home, bella.”
“Such a horny girl,” he purrs. “You can fuck me awake anytime you need my cock.”
Of Saints. That’s what Armani’s last name translates to from Latin. I’m marrying a saint.
“Armani? You’re home early,” I hear her say, her voice filled with happiness. She comes out of the kitchen with a smile on her face, and I lift my arm, training the barrel of my gun on her. Shock ripples over her face, and her eyes widen.
“You fucking betrayed me.”
“No, Armani! I didn’t do anything.”
“You betrayed me,” I whisper, my pain too much to bear.
“I didn’t do that,” Tiana sobs. “I don’t know how they got the recording, but I’ve never been with anyone but you.” “Shut up,” I hiss. “Please, Armani. You have to believe me,”
“I’ve been faithful to you.”
“I gave you everything.” I
“I would’ve given you the world.”
me. “I-it wasn’t m-m-me.”
“Noooo,” she cries. “It’s not me!” “Then who the fuck is it, Tiana? I’ve heard those same words and moans while I fucked you. I’ve heard you orgasm over a hundred times.”
“How could you fucking do this to me?”
“I didn’t.” Her body convulses from the sobs racking through her. “I promise.”
“I did NOT fuck another man.”
“Cazzo, you’re good. I have to give you credit where it’s due. You really had me fooled.” I let out a bitter chuckle as I gesture at her with the gun. “You’re a fucking good actress.”
“I didn’t fuck anyone but you.” She slaps the flat of her hand against her chest. “I’ve been loyal. I’ve given you everything I have. I love only you.” Her bravery falters, then she whispers with so much heartache, “I love you.” How can I believe anything she says?
The emotions. The desire. The submissiveness. Ice pours into my veins. The recording could easily be put together with today’s technology. Rushing to my feet, I settle the bill for my drinks before running home. I burst through the front door and head straight for our bedroom to check for any listening devices.
I see the pregnancy tests and the cupcake. Daddy. “Madre di Dio,” I breathe as the happy surprise registers. I walk closer and check the pregnancy tests. She’s pregnant. Instead of enjoying the moment, my thoughts are bombarded with how I treated her tonight. I fucking pointed a loaded gun at my pregnant wife. Jesus, she was so upset. She looked at me with no doubt in her mind that I would kill her. Dio, what have I done?
I miss your daddy. I want you to know you were created out of love, little one. No matter what you hear in the future, your daddy’s a good man. Things just…weren’t meant to be between us. Your daddy might not be around, but you’ll have your Uncle Misha. I’ll tell him about you as soon as I’ve found a place for us to live.
And all I can do is stand and watch because I’ve lost the right to touch her when I threatened her life.
“I’m sorry, bella.” I shake my head, all the heartache and fear I felt because of him too raw in my chest. “Tesoro mia,” he whispers. When he tries to reach for my face, I push his hand away from me and glare at him. “My words meant nothing last night. Yours mean nothing today.” Armani sits down and rests his arm on his knee. He leans forward. “Please look at me.” My eyes snap to his, and I let him see how much he hurt me. I see my pain reflect on his face as he says, “I’m so fucking sorry.”
