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Except she sort of was. Daughters of dons rarely got to choose who they married, and they nearly always had to produce an heir. Their duty was to provide a legacy. My chest tightened at the reminder of what Mari had almost had to do. Even if it made me a shitty person and friend, in that moment, I was glad Antoni had died. Losing him gave Mari the freedom to choose a different life for herself. He’d saved her, again.
“What if we give him an alternative?” Mari mused, stroking down my side. “Cameron’s been talking about settling down for a few years, and he’s a direct relation. Even if his computer skills aren’t as good as yours, he’s technically a more beneficial match—with the added bonus that I wouldn’t have to worry about her safety anymore. She’d be family in every way.”
I thought it through, checking for any loopholes the Irishman could use to get his way, but I could find none. “Refusing a better-suited match would all but nullify O’Bannon’s advantage in a marriage contract. Instead of us insulting him by declining, he’d insult us.”
It was an option. The only one we had, really.
Mari hummed her agreement, and a bit of that weight she carried slid off. “I’ve got a meeting with Ash later. I’ll bring Cameron and talk to them then. Hopefully they’ll agree.”
I had no doubt in my mind they would. Cameron would do it for Mari, and Aislynn would do it to get out from under her father’s thumb. Even if the marriage was in name only, it would be better than any arrangement Sean came up with.
She settled back into my chest, fiddling with my fingers. “I should get you a ring. That’ll really piss Sean off.”
It was another joke meant to lighten the mood, but the kernel of truth in it made it impossible to state anything but the facts. “I’d wear one, though I’d prefer you got it because you love me. For now, let’s stick with what we’ve got. We have enough going on to have the Irishman gunning for us too.”
Mari sighed. “Do you ever wish you were born as someone else? Someone who didn’t have to worry about wars and treaties. You could do whatever you wanted, damn the consequences.”
No, because then I wouldn’t have met her. “When I was younger, yes, but I wouldn’t trade anything for the years I’ve had with you and Antoni.”
Antoni had been the closest thing to a brother I’d ever had, and even though we were the same age, he’d shaped me into the man I was today. There was no other life I’d choose without him—and his sister—in it.
Mari fell silent again, and this time, there was something else to the quiet. She adjusted herself, adding that distance back again. I could see her walling herself off from me, and I hated it.
“What is it, Mari?”
“Are you sure about this? I know this is different because of things with Dominic and?—”
She cut herself off when I rolled on top of her. There was no hesitation in the way I lifted her thigh to my hip and slid inside her. Her gasp cut through me as I struggled to breathe. Every part of fucking Mari felt like I was meant to be there. Like I could live and die at her mercy, sustained on her alone. Was this obsession or an all-encompassing devotion? I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t think I cared either.
“I don’t consider myself a jealous man, reina, but don’t talk about your other man while I’m in your bed.” I pulled out, pushing back in so slowly that I felt every inch of her tighten around my cock. It was the best kind of torture. “Or when I’m inside you.”
“He’s not my man,” she argued, but I knew better.
“Not yet, but even when he is, his place isn’t in this bed with us. Not unless I say so.” Her pussy clenched around me, and I laughed and groaned at the same time. “Dirty girl. You like that, don’t you? You like the thought of us fucking you together.”
She didn’t answer, even going as far as to bite her lip to keep quiet, but I knew the truth.
“Don’t hide from me, Mari. Tell me the truth. You want us to have you together, don’t you? Maybe I should let him take your mouth first so every time I thrust into this incredible pussy, it shoves you farther on his cock. Would you like that?”
With a hand under her, I kept us as close as I could. Lips, chest, and hips grazing with every movement between her thighs. Unfocused, her eyes a little glassy, she nodded.
“Words, Mari.”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Good girl.” A harder thrust and a nip at her throat made her back arch, pressing us even tighter together. I wanted to surround her until all she could smell, see, taste, and feel was me. My pace was slow and even, but every deep snap of my hips would’ve sent her farther up the bed without my weight holding her down. It was heaven.
“Grey,” she gasped. Her fingers dug into my ass, and her breaths changed to desperate little pants. “I’m going to come.”
“Then do it. Come for me and show me you’re mine.”
Her eyes closed, and she threw her head back, exposing that long neck to me. I didn’t even think; I lunged. My teeth fit perfectly at the base of her neck, so I held her pulse between them. Mari screamed, her pussy contracting in waves around me until it nearly pulled an orgasm from me too. Thumb circling her clit to make the pleasure last longer, I let myself fuck Mari faster until every part of me was tingling with the need to come and she was crying out again. Only when she came down the last time did I allow myself to unravel, letting her swallow my moans as we kissed through my orgasm.
Keeping her pinned under me, I ran my hands over every part of her I could reach, massaging tense muscles until she was pliant and relaxed again. Not until our breathing slowed did I pull out, but even then, I didn’t go far. The sight of a well-fucked Mari with my come leaking out of her was enough to make me half hard again. A little dazed, I ran soft fingers up her inner thigh until I could push it back in again.
“What are you doing?”
“Keeping me in you for a little longer.” I slipped my fingers out of her warmth and held them in front of her mouth. “Taste.”
