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“Are you offering your daughter up for marriage?” Mio asked, her disgust evident. “No,” he replied. “I’m offering my son.”
“You have no idea what you’re getting your son into.”
The mafia wasn’t about love—it was all business.
Lucia Moretti did what she wanted, always, but defying my father in front of his guests wasn’t on my list of life goals.
Why fight for a place where you aren’t wanted when you can create your own?
“My self-worth is worth more than any title; treating me with respect is enough.”
I flipped open the ring box in my hand and pulled the two-point five-carat oval diamond ring on a thin gold band from inside.
Ouuuuuu
I slipped my fingers through Enzo’s, who hadn’t done anything to stop me from speaking—bonus points to you, hubby.
Im weak laughing
His eyes were dark, evil almost, and that expression alone was all my clit needed to react.
“Playing the dutiful wife in front of guests when I now know you could put everyone out of their misery without blinking only makes me want to fuck you,”
Beeeeeeetchhhhhh
“A vengeful man never truly gets what he wants, and if by some miracle he does, its glory only lasts a short while. But a man who moves smart, with his head on straight and eyes clear of all haze, will always come out on top.”
“I’m ready,” I declared, slipping my arm through his. The real question was, is my soon-to-be husband ready for me?
“We did,” he mused, brushing his lips against mine. “But now you’re a Bianchi, just like I wanted. I’m done pretending like I haven’t had you before, Scarlet.”
Wait a damn minute
I’d never been so enamored by a man before. Until, I met the Enzo Bianchi.
I never feared it, and I never would, not even when it’s staring me in the face with red-tinted lips. Kissable lips. A mouth that would look perfect wrapped around my dick while I fucked it.
That raspy baritone kept me rooted in my seat and at his will. If he had spread my legs just then, I would have let him feast on me until he was full.
“I saw something that reminded me of you and couldn’t leave without it. It has a sharp cut like your eyes. A standout is what it is, what you are.”
“You’re intoxicating.” “Let me get you drunk then,” she whispered back, her chest heaving.
I'd always found it a fun challenge to see how I could get a woman off with specific methods instead of just plowing my dick into her like some teenage boy who’d never had pussy before.
Thats a black king right there
You are not just anything, Lucia Bianchi; you are everything. And I can guarantee that even though they aren’t saying it, every mothafucka in this room can feel it. It’s why they can’t keep their eyes off you, same as me.”
I fucked her like my life depended on getting us off, slipping and sliding in and out of her pussy.
“Through the shutters and shadows,” I whispered against her ear through our panted breaths. “I see you. You can’t hide the rest forever.”
“I want to be kissed like that when you aren’t mad at me.” Just like that. Always like that.
We were connected until death do us part, and I actually liked him. Crazily enough, I trusted him, too; I believed he was on my side. And I was on his.
Falling for one another wasn’t supposed to happen, but it was. It was happening, and I could only hope that it was as real for him as it was for me.
There was no denying that while my husband could eat pussy like no other, his dick game was top tier. Crème de la crème—the best of the best.
The man was fucking the shit out of me, and I let him with my mouth ajar and nothing coming out. It was so good it hurt.
Wheeeewwwwww
“What the fuck are you doing to me?” I didn’t care for the answer. I only wanted him to never stop. “I’m fucking my wife the way she deserves after a long day of work.”
I loosened my hold and stared into her eyes, a realization hitting me. I loved this woman.
“I want to do life with you. No matter what that entails, as long as we are together, I’ll follow you.”
It took one sinful vow to get us here, and I would do it all over again. As long as it was with her. Only her.
