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Moving my lips away from his, I kiss my way to his ear. “I want us to be happy.”
He puts his hands on my shoulders, pushes me to a sitting position, and takes my face in his large hands. “I want that too.”
“Thank you. I haven’t said that, and it needed to be said. Thank you for marrying me and putting me under your protection. I won’t take that for granted.”
He slides his hands down my sides, his eyes smoldering with desire. “You’re welcome. It’s my pleasure to take care of you, Isabella Vietti. I will guard you with my life. You have my word on that.”
I don’t know how it happened. How can I be so angry—and even afraid—and then feel something that’s the opposite of those emotions?
This life isn’t something I understand completely, and I probably won’t for a while. Being the wife of a Mafia king isn’t something I ever saw in my future. But here I am, queen to his king.
“I’ll try my best to make you proud of me,” I let him know. “I know I didn’t start out on the right foot, but I’m done blaming you for the lies I’ve been told my entire life. It’s not your fault. None of it is. You’ve been nothing but good to me, and I owe you my life.”
Cupping the back of my neck, he pulls me down to him, kissing me as he turns us back over with him on top. He releases my lips and looks down at me with eyes full of emotion. “I’m proud of you, Isabella. You’re strong and not afraid to say what you feel.” Chuckling, he smiles. “You’re the only person who has ever stood up to me like that.”
I run my hands through his thick, dark hair, loving the satin-like softness of it. “I promise not to make a habit of it.”
Shaking his head, he says, “If you feel strongly about something, I want you to talk to me about it—but maybe not with as much hostility. Talk to me about things that concern you or things you feel strongly about. You are important, and I want to be able to treat you that way. Of course, that can only happen if we have mutual respect for each other.”
“Well said.” I run my fingertip over his lips. “You’re a wise man.”
“I’ve been through a lot, and wisdom comes with experience. Life isn’t something to take for granted. We never know when our last day will come.” Leaning down, he kisses one breast and takes the other in his hand, caressing it, tweaking the nipple until it’s hard as a diamond.
A low moan vibrates deep in my throat as he takes me back to the deep darkness where we can be one with each other. It’s crazy that I can feel so close to him this fast. It makes no sense at all.
Yesterday, I was a single woman with plans that had nothing to do with being married. Now, I’m the wife of a man who brought me to the altar in a drugged state. I should want to kill this man. I should want to struggle against him. I should hate him.
But I don’t want to do any of those things.
I want to be happy. I want to live a long life with this man. I want to wake up in his arms each morning and fall asleep in them each night. I want him. I want us. I want this marriage.
Maybe it’s my blood that has allowed me to take to this so easily? I don’t know anything about the Mafia or the pure blood Carlo talked about. I have no idea what that blood flowing through a person’s body means for them. Is it like having a superpower? Or maybe like being a vampire or something evil? My bet is on evil because there is a ton of violence associated with the organization.
My stepbrother’s severed head flashes in my memory and brings tears to my eyes. There’s so much I didn’t get to say or do with him.
Soft lips kiss my cheek, and I see Carlo looking down at me with soulful eyes. “Are you okay?”
Nodding, I wipe my eyes. “I got lost in thought, and John came to mind. It was so sudden and violent, and it’s hard to understand. Why did they kill him?”
His lips form one line, and he closes his eyes for a moment. When he opens them, he sighs. “Daniel Barone gave him a choice. Hand you over or die.”
The tears burn as they build up again. I’ve cried so many tears that the well should be dry by now, but somehow, there are still more, and they flow down my cheeks. “I can’t believe he did that for me. I owe him so much that I’ll never be able to repay.”
Kissing my forehead, Carlo whispers, “I owe him too. He kept you alive for me. He knew you and I belonged together and was sure we would get along well. That’s why he made the offer when I began talking about taking a wife. He knew my desire to have a happy marriage. He was a good man and will always be missed. I will avenge him, baby. You can count on that. His murder will not go unpunished.”
I have never been a tit-for-tat kind of person, but I want something to happen to the people who killed the only brother I have ever known. “I’m glad you’re going after them. I don’t care if it’s my birthfather—I want justice for John. It shouldn’t have come down to either giving me to that monster or him having to die. My birthfather sounds like a fucking coward. John was a hero. A real hero. Daniel Barone can go to hell for what he’s done.”
“I will send him there personally.” He kisses me and pulls me close. I can feel the truth in his body.
My new husband treats my body to unknown pleasures. His maturity, experience, and self-discipline have made him an exceptional lover. How lucky am I that he is mine?
We move with one purpose, working together to bring each other pleasure. My body shakes as the waves inside me crest then plummet, sending quakes through my body that make my pussy pulse around his cock.
“Fuck!” he growls as my orgasm takes him along for the ride.
Hot, wet, and satisfying, his cum saturates my pussy. Spent, he falls to the side of me. I lie on my back, trying to catch my breath.
He rolls onto his side and rests his head on his hand. “Our marriage has been consummated,” he says, looking down at me. “It’s official now. Together forever, baby.”
