Page 60 of The Gangster King
Fuck me. She looks every bit a gangster bride.
Powerful, beautiful, and lethal.
Her dark hair is sleek and twisted over one shoulder, her lashes thick and dark, framing her stunning green eyes.
My gaze runs the length of her and back up again.
Every inch of her screams sex, and while I will kill any man who stares at her for too long, this is exactly how I want her to look.
Like she’s mine.
No one is going to question our relationship when they see her on my arm.
There’s not a single mobster in this country who wouldn’t marry her, not just to be aligned with her father, but to taste her as I did recently.
And will again.
Sadly, they won’t. If they try, I will cut their fucking tongue out and frame it. So she knows who she belongs to.
“Kitten,” I say when she stops in front me with sizzling anger in her eyes.
“Asshole.” She goes to turn away, but I grip her face.
There’s death in her eyes as I lower my mouth to hers.
My kiss is barely there, not wanting to mess her bold red lips or start something we have no time to finish. Although the thought of her lips on my cock has me eager to get her in the car.
“You will do as I say tonight.” I keep my grip on her jaw tight.
“If I don’t?” She raises a brow.
“Your father will be there. Do you really want to run back to him, only to be shipped off to Ralph D or Massimo, who has been sniffing around?” I lift my own brow. “Unless you enjoy sucking every cock you meet.”
Her eyes dart away, and a hint of blush hits her cheeks. I smirk, knowing she’s remembering having mine down her throat and gagging recently.
Fuck, I’m always hard when this woman is near me.
“No? Then you will obey me.” Turning, I take her hand, and we walk out of the house to the vehicle. I guide her into the back seat, aware of every single soldier around us.
I’ve ordered a heavy presence with us for the evening.
As I climb in, I see Nick hopping into the front of the limousine. Jono is in the car behind us.
When the door shuts, I widen my legs and get comfortable, undoing my black tuxedo jacket. Adelina sits opposite me, the red of her dress floating on either side of her legs due to the high front split, almost exposing her panties.
“You will not sit tonight.” I tell her.
“Can I breathe?” She rolls her eyes. “You know my father is going to take me the moment we leave the event.”
Adelina knows the rules, just as any mafia family member does.
I lean forward. “No one is taking you. You belong to me. Tonight, we are making it official.”
She glances away, shaking her head.
I sit back and push the button to give us privacy. We have a thirty-minute drive, and my cock is way too hard to make small talk.
“Widen your legs.” I order.