Page 25 of Stolen Bride
“I told you; no one gets away with disrespecting me.” I run my hand up her bruised arm.
“You’re going to kill him?”
“Yes, and your stepfather too.”
“Who are you?”
“You married a real mafioso, not like those fucks you lived with. Tommy was a businessman with a complex and no ambition. Now—enough talk about that. I want my wife to come here and let me show her all the pleasure she was begging for.” My mouth lands on hers. At first she’s hesitant, fighting it, and then she calms down, melting into it as her body relaxes. Her kisses deepen, and as my tongue slips inside her mouth, she clings to me.
I want to fucking breed her in the back of the vehicle, but I’ll wait until we’re in our bed. Hell, if my sister hadn’t been at the wedding, I would have kicked everyone out and fucked my woman right on the settee for good measure.
Chapter Thirteen
Stella
Married. I’m married to Damiano, and I’m trying to process it. My heart raced the second he entered the room because I knew I’d been saved, but then he wanted so much more. How can I be his wife? We don’t know each other, and like he confessed, he’s so much worse than the men who held my life in their hands.
He came, like he said. I can’t think about what he said he’d do to my stepfather and Tommy. They both deserve it, but it’s not something I’m capable of witnessing. He’s dark and insane, but I can’t pull away and I don’t want to.
I ride his lap all the way to his home, feeling his thick length against my bottom. Even though my head is reeling with everything he revealed, I can’t fight the driving lust pouring through me. When he had me drop to my knees in front of Tommy, I felt power flood me. I was showing the bastard that he didn’t own me. I wasn’t his.
Damiano made it seem like he was forcing me, but I could see in his eyes there was always a choice. The way he touched me was too tender, and yet hungry at the same time. I missed him so much that I eagerly wanted to kiss him when I turned around to see him standing in front of me. I didn’t want to run away from him.
“Good, because I won’t let you go.” Oh, shit. I said that out loud. “Come on. It’s time to take you inside and show you your new home.”
“My new home?” Wow. My mouth gapes open with surprise at the magnitude of his estate. It’s larger than his parents’ mansion.
“Yes, of course. You’re my wife.”Wife.This is all shocking, overwhelming, and I’m starting to freak out. I never expected my life to do a full one-eighty. Yes, Damiano is a criminal just like my stepfather and my ex-fiancé, but at least he wants to please me. I still, freezing in place. Fear engulfs me with the state of my new reality. For how long? Will he grow tired of me and start abusing me? Or leave me for his club to screw his women like he had me on the seat or in his office.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
He stares at me, reading me all too well. “What do you mean?”
“You froze. It’s too late to back out now.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Bullshit. You’re trying to figure out if this was a mistake. You were going to marry that piece of shit. Marrying me can’t be worse than him.”
I shake my head and take the hand he has proffered out. The jolt of electricity vibrates through me, but I hide my reaction. “Show me the house, or rather, the mansion. Seriously, how many people live here?”
“Inside the house, my housekeeper is the only one. Most of the men live on property around the estate or nearby. As you know, my parents live not too far away.”
“Oh, yes, I remember.” I blush because I wasn’t just sleeping in a guest bedroom that night. I’d been in his bedroom, resting my head on his pillow, under his covers, dreaming of him on his sheets.
“You have no idea how hard it was to stay away. If I didn’t have business, I would have been sneaking into my parents’ house and into my old bedroom like a creature of the night, devouring your sweet body until you were begging me to keep you.”
“That’s where you were?” Shit, I gave myself away.
“Yes, my angel.” He brushes his lips against my temple. I turn and look up at him, and he freezes. Before I can react, he pulls me in for a kiss. Goodness, my entire soul embraces his hold on me as he makes love to me with his mouth. He’s such an expert with his touch that I fall apart with a simple kiss, my walls breaking effortlessly. Damiano is truly talented and more dangerous than all the other predators I’ve known before, because he easily lures me in and I forget that I should run away.
He steps back slightly and looks at my lips. “That’s a great look on you.”
“What look?” I sigh, clinging to his chest.
“Desirous and hungry.” The heat between my legs amplifies. I’m soaked with need. My lace panties are doing no good holding back the wetness. I’m about to make a puddle soon if I don’t get some relief.
“Will you show me your bedroom?” I ask, giving up all pretense.