“Baby, you’re always ready for me,” I growl, licking her sweet honey.
“Yes, always,” She whispers, sliding her fingers through my hair.
“Baby, I need you,” I growl, pulling out my throbbing cock.
I take her, fast and deep, with the urgency that I’m feeling, so damn out of control.
Hours later, we’re leaving the rail car, and I take her hand.
“Lev, that was such a wonderful surprise; it was amazing.”
“I’m happy that you enjoyed the train ride.”
“Lev, the trip to Vegas was fun. Do you know where we’re going for our honeymoon?”
“Baby, we’re going on a honeymoon every fucking day, and I plan on taking you, if it’s possible, on short trips.”
I pull her close and kiss her pouty lips that I love. I don’t deepen the kiss because I know that I will take her to the bathroom and fuck her. But I don’t want to do that, not here. You never know who’s watching, and that’s a private act between us.
I pull away, look at her, drink the wine, and smile. I’ve been taking her out every day, and of course, I can’t keep my hands off her. I take a drink of the Vodka and look around the club. She loves coming here, and I don’t give a fuck where she wants to go as long as she’s with me.
My Brats are talking and dancing, yes, Czar is with Mia. I’m not crazy about it, but we will see.
The Soldiers are around the club, watching for any threats.
“Baby, come here,” I hum, taking her hand.
I love lacing our fingers, staring at them, feeling the warm, happy feeling of coming home, the intense feeling of being one with her.
Seven
Valentina
I stare at the reflection in the mirror, and my heart swells. I never dreamed that I would be marrying such an amazing, sweet, gorgeous man.
I smile, adjust my crown, and turn from side to side, looking at the dress. It’s an off-white, off-the-shoulder tulle ball gown. The sweetheart bodice and long tulle sleeves have floral embroidery, and the veil has it around the edge. It’s so beautiful and romantic.
“Valentina,” Mia squeals, entering my room.
“Do you like it,” I ask, smiling.
“Yes! It’s beautiful, and I’m so happy for you!”
“You look lovely too.”
“Oh yeah, I really like this dress. Thanks for allowing me to pick the dress.”
I look at her dress. It’s a blush pink sleeveless sheath with a sweetheart neckline. The dress has a sweeping skirt and a delicate cream lace overlay. I really like it; she looks beautiful in it.
“Of course, you’re like my sister. My best friend, my pain in the ass, hmm, what else,” I ask, rolling my eyes.
“You’re such a biatch at times,” Mia says, shaking her head.
“You know that I love you.”
“Yes, and I love you.”
“Don Elio said that the ceremony will start in a few minutes. We need to get over there.”
