“Gianni. . .” I tried to keep my voice steady. “I’m begging you not to kill him.”
“Do you know this man?”
“No.”
“Yet, you want him to live?”
“Death isn’t always necessary. It’s a permanent solution to a mistake that could be corrected with something less drastic.”
Gianni’s eyes narrowed. “You think a mere reprimand would suffice?”
“Yes.”
“For almost killing my wife.”
A nervous laugh left me. “It was not an assassination attempt, Gianni. It was just. . .a mistake.”
To my surprise, he licked his lips. “I’ve waited a long time to hear you say my name.”
I widened my eyes. “You still haven’t told me how long you’ve waited. Why not?”
“Perhaps, because you wouldn’t believe me or. . .”
“Or?”
“The answer would scare you.”
My heart boomed in my ears. “I want to know.”
“That’s two requests tonight.”
“Two requests?”
“The first is not to kill the chef. The second is to tell you when I fell in love with you.”
His mentioning of love made me falter completely.
It took everything in me to focus on saving the chef’s life and not go deeper down the rabbit hole of his claim of love for me.
But he spoke before I could, “Two requests mean that I receive two requests too.”
“Is that how our marriage will work?”
“We bothgive,and we bothget.”
And there was something about the way he said give and get that I knew involved his cock shoving deep within me.
“I should. . .well. . .” I cleared my throat. “I would want some time before we have sex.”
He nodded. “You wouldneedtime for what I want to do.”
I blinked.
“However. . .for our wedding night, I will be gentle and just. . .” He slipped his gaze along my body. “Kiss you everywhere.”
I went wet, right there, imagining those dangerous full lips of his brushing against my pussy.
A wicked smirk spread across his face. “And you will call me Daddy.”
