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His thrusts become more rapid, his breathing heavier, and I can feel his cock twitching in my throat. He moans loudly, his hips bucking against my face.
“Here it comes,” he growls, his voice hoarse with desire. “Swallow everything.”
I do as he asks, my throat constricting around his cock as he spills his seed into me. I gulp it down, swallowing every drop as he continues to thrust.
The salty taste of his cum mixes with the tangy taste of my own saliva, filling my mouth with a potent mix that overwhelms me.
He pulls out, his cock glistening with a mixture of saliva and cum. He leans down, kissing me deeply, our tongues intertwining.
“Are you ready for me to fuck you?” he asks, his voice heavy with anticipation. “To be your first?”
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice hoarse from the intense pleasure he’s just given me. “I’m ready.”
He smiles, his eyes full of desire as he slowly shakes his head. “Not until our wedding night.”
“I can’t wait that long. Please, I want to feel you inside me.”
“Patience. You can wait until tomorrow night, can’t you?”
“Tomorrow? We’re getting married tomorrow?”
He pushes his cock into his pants, helping me to my feet. “This time tomorrow, you’ll be my wife.”
8
ADRIAN
“Got the rings, boss,” Matteo murmurs, passing me the small, velvet box. “Resized and ready to go.”
“Just in time,” I reply, my voice steady. I glance back at the church’s entrance, anticipation building with each passing second.
The ceremony is small, an intimate gathering dictated more by necessity than desire. Charles Everett, the executor of my father’s Will, stands ready to officiate, his presence a solemn reminder of the conditions that have led to this moment.
As the organ begins to play, signaling the start of the procession, every nerve in my body tightens. Then, Emma appears, a vision of grace and beauty that takes my breath away.
She walks down the aisle, her eyes locked on mine, and in that gaze, I see a flicker of something that mirrors my own hidden depths of feeling.
“Make it snappy,” I tell Charles. “No fucking around.”
He nods back at me. “You want it legal, right?” Then he begins. “Do you, Adrian Calderone, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, until death do you part?”
“I do.”
“And do you, Emma Rose, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, until death do you part?”
“I do,” she says, her voice shaky as she glances at the rows of my lieutenants, none of them smiling back. She’s afraid of what this means but it’s too late to turn back. She’s my wife now.
* * *
The wedding reception unfolds within the lavish confines of my mansion’s ballroom, a space where luxury and history intertwine. I remember my father’s birthday dances here, my mother weaving between the guests, a smile for all of them.
I look around me and spot too late that Luca’s here with his wife. How the hell did he sneak in?
Luca’s wife is a meek figure, shadowed by her husband’s imposing presence. Even from a distance, I can see the effort she’s made to conceal the bruises that mar her face and neck—a stark, visual reminder of Luca’s cruelty.
Her eyes, filled with fear, avoid meeting anyone else’s, especially Luca’s.
I freeze, tension coiling tight within me, as Luca stops in front of Emma. If he kills her, I’ll rip his fucking head from his shoulders with my bare heads.
