Page 28 of Stolen Bride

“I doubt it. I’m sure she’ll find a reason to take Stella shopping within a week.” Gabe chuckles.

“We’re loading the vehicle in five minutes. Shit.”

“What is it?”

“Your parents just pulled up.”

“Well, I guess dinner will have to be delayed. Inform them to join us in an hour, but bring Gracie because my wife needs clothes now.”

“Okay, Dame.” Fuck. They weren’t supposed to be back for two more days. I’m going to get an earful from my father because of my mother. They have no idea that I’m not in lovewith my bride. This was just transactional. A debt that needed to be paid.

I turn around and go back into my bedroom, deciding to change into proper dinner wear, but the sound of Stella retching her brains out takes me by surprise. “What the fuck, Angel?”

She ignores me, which pisses me off because I’m trying to take care of her—something not in my wheelhouse. “What’s wrong?”

Whipping her head in my direction, she wipes her mouth and glares at me with such fucking disgust you’d think I didn’t just rock her world and have her screaming the house down. “You make me sick. Get away from me.”

Holy hell. What fucking split motherfucking personality shit is going on here? A sense of indignation strikes me. I’m giving her more than she could ever dream of, including blissful orgasms, and this is how she repays me. “Damn. You didn’t seem too upset when you were crying out my name.”

“That’s before I found out you were fucking my stepsister.”

My head whips back like she slapped me. Wrapping a hand around her biceps, I lift her off the ground. “I should wash your filthy mouth out for saying something like that, but since you’re punishing yourself, I suppose it’s fair. I never fucked her.”

“You said—” I press my fingers to her mouth, stopping whatever is about to be uttered and correct whatever misconception she has running in her head.

“I said no such thing. She put her hand on my chest attempting to flirt with me, and I was tempted to break it. Instead, I removed it with a warning.”

“Oh.” Her gorgeous pale cheeks turn bright pink with embarrassment.

“It’s cute that you’re jealous.” My wife doesn’t need to be jealous of anyone. I have romantic feelings for no one and only lustful desire for her.

Her eyes turn to slits as she glares at me. “It’s not jealousy. It’s disgusting. Of all the people in the world…” For her, that must have been a truly sickening thing. If I didn’t care for the woman, Stella must hate her. She moves to the sink and washes her mouth.

I chuckle, which only pisses Stella off more. She stands up straight, and I swear she’s ready to lunge at me. I raise my palms and shake my head. “Trust me. I feel the same way. Now, you need to wash up because my sister will be here shortly with clothes, and my parents will soon follow.”

“Your parents?” Her pretty mouth humorously falls open. She looks down at her naked form, and so do I. A groan rips from my throat.

“Yes.” Damn, I’ve never been repeatedly hard. Fixing my growing erection, I kiss her forehead. “My sister is at the gate with Gabriele.” I pull my robe from the back of the door and bring it to her. “I don’t want anyone seeing you unclothed.”

She points to the clothes on the floor. “My robe is over there.”

“All of that will be burned.”

“You mean my wedding gown?” she teases, pressing her hand to her chest as if it’s a treasured relic. “How will I ever pass it down?” The eye roll is an unwelcome added touch.

“Brat. Remember—just because I enjoy that pussy doesn’t mean I’ll put up with that mouth.”

“Great—from one abuser to another,” she mutters.

I inch closer, wanting to take her over my knee to turn that sexy ass red. Fuck, my dick likes that idea. “What did you say?” I ask, wanting her to repeat it.

“Nothing, Mr. Valentino. I’ll behave.”

“Somehow I doubt that, Angel, but I don’t mind bending that pretty ass over and spanking it before slamming my big cock in your tight cunt.” She flushes a hot pink again. Tapping her cheek just as I hear footsteps in the distance, I say, “Don’t get too worked up, baby. We have company.”

“Dame, we’re here. We hope you two are decent,” Grace shouts from the stairway.

I exit the bathroom and then leave my bedroom to greet my sister and take the luggage from Gabe. “Go inside and help Stella pick something to wear.”