Page 23 of Stolen Bride
“If he’s a friend of yours, he’s not worth meeting,” she says with much venom, deepening my arousal. I’m proud of her.
“You little bitch,” Tommy snarls, lunging forward, but Adriano has him with his hands behind his back before he can go after my woman. Tommy yelps like a little bitch.
“Now, is that any way to speak to an angel?” She gasps and turns around. Her eyes widen at the sight of me with her hand going to her chest. Immediately my eyes glue to the fucking bullshit ring on her finger. It’s the first time I’ve seen it on her, and a new, profound rage I hadn’t expected to feel courses through my veins.
“Mr. Valentino,” she says, eyes wide in shock as if she hadn’t expected to see me.
“You’re asking for that spanking, Stella.” She wants to pretend we’re not on more familiar terms. Does she think this bastard is somehow more powerful than me? Or he has some way to keep her from me?
“That’s no way to speak to my fiancée, Mr. Valentino.” I whip my head around in a flash and stare at him like he’s nuts.
“That’s ten,” I breathe out through clenched teeth as I backhand the bastard.
“What are you doing here? I told you I was getting married,” she says, emphasizing that last bit, adding fuel to the fire of my rage.
“Eleven.” My teeth are clenched tighter than my fists at the moment.
She tilts her pretty head, eyes questioning. “Eleven?”
I stalk toward my bride, watching her move back toward the settee. “Yes—the times that someone reminded me that he made a deal to buy your hand. Frankly, nobody tells me something I don’t like to hear more than once.” I turn to him and glare. “Everyone knows that.”
When I look back at my bride in her white robe, it only amplifies the fact that she was hours from letting him take her to his bed. “See, I warned you what would happen if you ran. Now, see, we have a serious problem… you’re looking good… except for this.” I take her hand in mine and yank off the fake diamond, tossing that shit across the room and watching it shatter on the floor.
She gasps and looks up into my eyes. I cup her face, brushing a few strands of loose hair away from her eyes. “See? It’s a piece of shit, baby girl. He bought you with my money and couldn’t even spoil you with it.”
“Your money?” she gasps, rose-red lipstick marring her puffy lips—the pretty mouth that should be wrapped around my cock, pleasing me daily like I woke up this morning dreaming about. My balls ache to feel her gagging on my length until I spend down her throat.
I grasp her chin, staring into her eyes. “Yes. He borrowed my money to buy you. Do you know what that means?” Of course, even if she doesn’t, it won’t matter because she is mine.
She shakes her head without freeing herself from my hold. “That means you’re mine.”
“No, it doesn’t,” Tommy growls from his tied-up state in the corner of the room, like he has a voice in this situation. He wants to act tough, but there are thirteen-year-old kids that have lived on the street with more balls than this fucker.
I ignore the bastard because he doesn’t matter. “It means I get to finish what we started.”
“Started?” he questions with a sense of betrayal in his voice. I almost crack up laughing at his response.
She shakes her head, but the look in her eyes tells me otherwise. She looks over to Tommy and I snarl, feeling irrationally more jealous than a motherfucker. There’s no reason for it because I know she doesn’t want to marry him, but still, she’s deferring to him.
Gracie told me what was in Stella’s wedding bag, and that unsettled me. My girl is planning to kill herself if she has to go through with the wedding, so this pussy has nothing on me. Gracie said she played it off as a joke, but we both knew that shit wasn’t. It takes more courage to die than live a life of brutality. Not that I’d ever let that happen. My job is to bring her pleasure, and we’re going to do it while tormenting her tormentors. Even though I’m no good for her, it’s better than losing such an angel on this earth.
“Mouth, now,” I growl. She shakes her head as she licks her lips. “You either kiss me now, or I’ll make you drop to your knees and suck me off right in front of this asshole. Do you want that? Do you want him to see you please me?” Her chest heaves through the silky material, eyes filled with a wicked light. I grip her hair, pulling on her updo. “Do you want him to watch as you get on your knees and wrap those red lips around my thick fucking cock?” She parts those plump beauties, gasping, slamming her silky thighs closed. That’s what I want to see.
I tug on her robe, freeing it and seeing her in just a pair of lace panties and bra. Adriano, having tied up Tommy, smartly turned around. “Open up.” She does, and I slide my tongue into her mouth before kissing her hard. Breaking our kiss, I smirk and kiss the tip of her nose. “Such a good girl, but I’m not satisfied, Angel.”
“What do you need, Damiano?” she asks.
I grab a pillow off the settee and set it on the floor, then press on her shoulders, forcing my sexy angel down to her knees. “Free my cock, now.” She looks up at me with needy blue eyes, and I can’t fight how wrong this is. Claiming her in front of him is all I can think about.
“Fuck, she’s mine,” Tommy whines like the little bitch that he is.
“No, she’s mine. I paid for her. Remember that.” Blood pounds in my ears as I consider that she was what he wanted my money for. I tug on her hair a little harder, wanting to show everyone I’m still in control, but I’m hanging on by a thread.
Looking down at my angel, I command, “Suck.” My cock comes out from my clothes, and she hesitantly takes me between her candy-red lips. “So damn sweet,” I growl as she takes the first lollipop lick, and then she slides her mouth up and down my length, learning how to take more and more with each bob of her head. Her teeth scrape my dick, and I’m tempted to wrap my hand around her throat and see her gag. Fuck, I’m so horny.
“Damn. Don’t bite me, or I’ll fuck that tight hole right in front of your ex-fiancé,” I snarl through the pleasure of her sensual torture.
“Oops, that’s twelve,” Adriano blurts out with a chuckle. The smartass is going to get a bonus for that one. Stella sucks me down, taking my cock deep down her throat, working my lengthover and over. A moan falls from her lips as she grows more confident. My hand slides down her chest and under the lace cup, rubbing her hardened nipple.