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Even heading to the wedding, I’d tried to pass off the situation and the moment, determined our required marriage was nothing but a business arrangement. Yet seeing her in the stunning white dress, candles flickering in the massive Catholic Church had shifted my perspective entirely.
I’d wanted nothing more than to rip off the expensive frock, desecrating her in front of our one thousand guests. Maybe I’d do that later, after the dust had settled. For now, I simply wanted to consummate our wedding vows, laying claim to her voluptuous body. At least she no longer seemed utterly terrified of me, which had been the case during our first and only other meeting.
I issued a heady groan as I gazed at her, the rumbling sound tightening every muscle. The temptress was still rolling her tongue across her lips, the twinkle in her eyes entirely different than the way she’d looked at me during the ceremony. We didn’t know each other. I barely had any information on her life in Sicily. All I knew is that she was supposedly a spoiled rich kid from the most powerful family in all of Italy.
Her father had glared at me with disdain on our first meeting, acting as if I wasn’t good enough for his only child, even though he’d contacted my older brother in hopes of making this unholy alliance.
With our marriage, we would tighten the noose more tightly around the necks of our enemies, and given our powerful hold on Kansas, Missouri, and other parts of the Midwest, adding another layer would continue bringing more wealth into our coffers.
And add to our dangerous reputation.
As long as the marriage lasted.
“Come here,” I beckoned.
She shook her head.
“You heard me.” Yes, I did enjoy toying with her, pushing her little buttons to see how defiant she could become. When she crawled further onto the bed, I was certain she was prepared to surrender like a good little girl. However, I was wrong. She was quite nimble, her long legs giving her a clear advantage and she was able to bolt off the other side of the bed before my think muscles could react. I was delighted by the sound of her squeal as she flew toward the bathroom, acting as if she would find some solace or a way to run away from me from behind the door.
I allowed her to slam and lock it, enjoying the moment of being that hunter I was thinking about. Then I simply kicked in the door, grateful I was considered the carpenter of the family, capable of repairing the damage I’d just caused. The beautiful filly was still defiant, even though her yelp indicated a sense of surprise that I’d dare ignore her fight for privacy.
She didn’t know me at all or what I was capable of. I was also competitive as hell, refusing to allow any situation to beat me down. I grinned, issuing a deep, husky growl as I allowed my hungry gaze to peruse her stunning curves that she’d tried to hide away from me by use of a fluffy towel.
When I crowded her space, she threw out her hand, the animalistic sound she muttered as much a sweet surprise as everything else about the delicious woman. “You can’t hide from me, lovely wife. Remember, I own you.”
“Never. I’ll never give you anything. You’ll have to take it.”
Her challenge was accepted. Without hesitation, I ripped off the towel, tossing it over my shoulder. That brought another lovely squeal pushing past her lush lips.
“Stay away from me.” Her defiance was even more delightful than I’d anticipated, the fire in her eyes setting off several of my own.
“That’s not going to happen.” I wrapped one hand around her forearm, easily managing to toss her small body over my shoulder.
“Let go of me, you brute.”
“I don’t think so, il mio amante, la mia donna. Not until you’re learned your lesson and I’ve left you freshly fucked.” Calling her my lover, my woman was possessive as hell but that’s the way I’d always been. While Constantine had been groomed to become the Don of our family, the brutal leader who would stop at nothing to erase our enemies, I’d been allowed to explore more pleasurable pursuits. That had included learning several languages as well as refining my adoration for animals.
It might be considered strange for the second in command of a mafia family, but to me, my other pursuits allowed my mind to stay fresh. Besides, who knew that boning up on my Italian language skills would come in so handy. I grinned as I stormed out of the bathroom, ready to give my bride her first lesson in the fact I was now her master.
The term was amusing to me since the last woman I’d dated for more than a couple of weeks had walked out after slapping me across the face, calling me unredeemable and far too controlling.
“I’ll make you pay for this,” she promised, which of course made my cock twitch even more. It had been brutal not to come down her throat or to rub my seed all over her rounded curves. Maybe I’d do that for breakfast after shackling her to the bed. The thought kept a grin on my face.
“I’d love to see you try.”
“You don’t know what I’m capable of.”
I wanted to say the same thing about me, but she knew. She’d been brought up in a vile situation, her father murdering dozens of people himself. Or so I’d read in the reports my brother Constantine had provided. Sadly, I was certain she’d seen her share of bloody victims by the time she was a teenager. I wasn’t that kind of man or leader, although I also couldn’t lay claim to the fact that I was a good man.
That would be a lie and my mother had taught me never to do that. I could kill, maim, torture, or otherwise claim a life, but lying wasn’t allowed. I’d found that logic amusing over the years.
I spun my bride around in a full circle, trying to decide if I’d use the belt on her rounded bottom. When I spied the brush I used far too infrequently, I couldn’t help myself, grabbing the wooden handle. Tonight, the round of discipline would be completely intimate, even more so than driving my cock deep into her swollen and glistening pussy would be.
“What is that for?” she demanded, as if that was going to win her any points.
“A method to calm you by.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
