Page 104 of Sweet Poison

“It’s not that, it’s not what you thi-”

“Don’t bother,” both women said and exited the room laughing.

I was left in silence. I turned around then to look at my dress hanging from a hook on the wall. The moment I saw it I knew it was the one, just like I had known from the moment I laid eyes on Luca that he was the one. At that time, I thought it was for one night, but oh how wrong I was, I was too anxious. Everything and everywhere was unfamiliar, and I knew only one person could calm me down. I needed to see Luca now, before the wedding, even if it was against tradition.

There was a soft knock, and he came in. He didn’t have his jacket on yet, but he looked amazing. I was completely struck. I mean, he’d been breathtakingly handsome from the moment I'd seen him, but this was another level. A different level, and it made me wonder what I'd even been nervous about.

“Are you alright?” he asked worriedly. “I thought you didn’t want me to see you before the wedding.”

“Yeah ... I just...” I stared at him, mesmerized.

“What is it?” he asked. “You aren't having second thoughts, are you?”

“Absolutely not.” I smiled. “It’s just ... before I put on the dress, I thought we could ...” I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. Thankfully, he didn’t need much to understand.

“Really?”

“I’m so restless. I don’t know if it is these stupid stockings or the corset, or ... I just ... I just know… I just need to take the edge off.”

He smiled then.

“You’ll ask me to marry you later, and I’ll say yes, but I’m the one who is nervous now because I’m asking you for something, and I don't know if you’ll say yes.”

“Why don’t you ask me officially and find out?” he asked.

I sucked in my breath. Would I really be able to say the words out loud, but as I looked at the gorgeous man standing before me who I loved with all my heart and soul, I found the words were quite easy to say.

“Luca Rossi, will you fuck me, Montana Moore, before our wedding ceremony?”

He laughed and I could feel the heat surge into my face.

Then he locked the door and turned to face me. On one condition, though.” He brought out his phone. “We’re going to record this.”

“Absolutely not.”

He gave me a look as he began to unbuckle his belt, and I absolutely melted.

“We’re going to keep it in a vault of some sort afterward. Don’t worry,” he assured. “I know a little something or the other about hiding files. It’ll be safe forever for me to revisit every single year for the next seventy years.”

I nodded. Yes, for the next seventy years. Even when we were old and gray.

I lost my breath when he pulled out his gorgeous cock.

Instantly, I dropped to my knees, glad that I hadn’t put on the dress yet because I definitely wouldn’t have been able to do this in that pristine thing. Without wasting any time, I pulled his sweet head into my mouth and began to suck.

“Oh,” he threw his head back. “Fuck.”

I always loved the way he reacted to me. Our fire for each other burned hotter than ever after the death of Paganini.

Even so for many months afterwards we’d had to watch our backs, still nervous and cautious about the impending threat from both the ongoing police investigation and Paganini’s scattered goons. But nothing came to bite us. With time we let it. With its head, the snake was dead.

All we knew was peace, love and contentment. Sometimes it felt as though I was living in a dream and if I pinched myself, I would wake up, but no matter what I never woke up.

“I think you're more anxious than you expected because we’re having the ceremony far from home,” Luca said as I took him even deeper. “You're still quite unfamiliar with New York.”

That’s not strictly true. I loved New York too. Not to live in, but to visit at the weekends. Luca had got himself a helicopter, and we decided to live in Bison Ridge, but spend our weekends in New York. It made perfect sense. This way he could travel for work and I could teach at the school.

But I didn’t want to speak. All that could be done later.