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Salvatore Abelli—a high-profile boss of one of the biggest organized crime syndicates in the United States.
Her body . . . fucking centerfold-worthy. Her hair was a weakness of mine: black, silky, and long enough I could wrap it around my fist twice. The thought had flitted through my mind unwillingly. And at church. Jesus.
By the way, it’s Nico. Nobody fucking calls me Nicolas.”
While I was saving her ass, she was having sex? What a little . . . ugh.
TEMPTATION IS HALF-NAKED, INNOCENT, AND dripping wet. And I am my idiot cousins.
“I don’t know. Maybe smoking cigarettes with handsome young men.” Ugh. A smile pulled on my lips. Only she would think of Nicolas as a young man. “Goodnight, tesoro.” Nonna winked.
Nonnaaaaa ;)
The hair on the back of my neck rose. Nico’s body heat brushed my back as an inked forearm reached above me, grabbed a glass, and then set it on the counter next to me. I tensed, my gaze focused on busted knuckles and an ace of spades tattooed on tanned skin.
The desire for him to touch me, to slip his fingers inside me right here in the kitchen, was so strong I inched up on my tiptoes and arched my back, urging his hand lower.
“First man I killed, I shoved an ace of spades down his throat.”
Elena Abelli was my vice, and fuck if I’d let it kill me.
A tremor went through me when his mouth found my clit, licking and sucking while his fingers moved in and out of me, again and again. He did it so leisurely, making deep noises of satisfaction every once in a while.
#INEEDDAT
And when a man like that stalks toward you, it’s only natural to retreat. I held my breath as he took the remaining steps, until he was only an inch away. He smelled like man, clean sweat and whiskey. The scent sank its way into my skin, embedding itself deep.
“But this marriage is going to happen.” “Why?”
Why did he want me now? Was I merely a convenience?
Real
“I said I’ll never hurt you, Elena, but if I find out you’ve touched another man, there is nothing in this world that could save him.”
RAWRRRR
“Who cares how it goes! He shoots my son, decides to marry one daughter, then steals the other!
“Why are you dressed to go out?” I sucked in a shaky breath. “I’m going to the dress shop with Mamma at ten.” “Are you now?” He ran his face across my bare shoulder, his scruff teasing my skin. “Who’s taking you?” “Benito’s picking me up.”
bit of interrogation ????
We’d found four pink bridesmaid dresses, instead of the yellow ones Mamma had chosen for Adriana. And considering my sister’s bridesmaids were made up of me and three of our closest cousins, I didn’t have to make any changes to the wedding party. Maybe that should have been depressing, but to me it just seemed convenient.
“You’re a sure thing, wife.”
“I’m not going to let you die.” His gaze flashed with dark amusement. “I’m just getting started with you.”
I HATED HIS CAR, HOW it was infinitely him. How I was suffocated in his space in a way I couldn’t find unpleasant.
Are you telling me you can’t make bacon and eggs?” I frowned and shifted my weight to the other foot. “Well . . .” His smile was sly and charming at the same time. “Starting to wonder what I’m getting out of this marriage.”
You look nice,” he told me as we pulled out of the drive. Like an idiot, I flushed all the way to my hairline. He laughed quietly and then turned up Last Resort by Papa Roach
big tune
Guilt felt heavy in my chest when I recalled what I’d insinuated about his mamma last night. My parents were far from the best, but I’d been safe, loved, and cared for as a child. I wondered who’d loved Nico.
Butterflies took flight in my stomach, and I had to bite my cheek to hold in a smile. It was eleven a.m. on a Sunday when I realized I wasn’t only attracted to my fiancé. I was, with a madness that ached, completely and utterly infatuated with him.
His arms wrapped around my thighs, lifting them slightly, and then he licked me all the way from ass to clit. Steam crawled through my blood, lighting me on fire. I gasped, my fingers fisting the sheets.
Nico hated this ring, and I could only ascertain he knew it was connected to a man—or believed it was. Nobody knew about the ring but Adriana, and even then, the only thing I’d told her about the incident was that he’d given it to me.
could say I hated something. Two things. That goddamn ring and the man who gave it to her.
Maybe Nico was finally realizing I came with baggage I wasn’t ready to give up. And I could only imagine he was regretting not getting a virgin wife. He didn’t like to share—that much was obvious.
I think I really screwed up.
My papà sold me to Oscar Perez. Nico killed him for me. I avoided my papà’s gaze as I descended the stairs,
“Ask me to come inside you.” “Please come inside me,” I sighed against his lips.
“You slept with my husband, didn’t you?” In my inebriated state, the invasive question slipped from my lips. An awkward laugh escaped her. “Well, it’s out in the open, isn’t it? It was one time, and we were both so drunk neither of us even remembers it.”
whore
“You poor thing, you. Looks like you’re stuck with him for good. Ace might be a cheat at heart, but he always does exactly what he says he’s going to do.”
The rain was warm and light, and I blinked it off my eyelashes. “I love you,” I breathed.
He stepped forward until his tux brushed my dress, slid his hand to my nape, and pressed his words to my ear. “And I love you, Elena Russo.” Nico might have been a bad man, but where he lacked in morals, he more than made up for as a husband. He loved me forever.
