Page 134 of Mafia Obsession

Still kissing, she breathes into my mouth and arches her hips into me.

“How much did this dress cost?” She breaks off to ask me something that should be of no concern to her.

I vaguely remember Shea telling me. The price tag did give me pause for one second. But then I saw her in the dress in my mind and my black card smoked by the end of that day.

“Turn around,” I order her. “I want to undress you.”

“I want to know.”

“It was designed by a bridal house with a twenty-two-month wait,” I say as I lower the zipper. “After looking at sketches and estimating the cost to make it in forty-eight hours, I decided I wanted it. I paid for the design outright. You will be the only one to wear this dress. Ever.”

With her hand pressed to the bodice of the dress, she twists and says, “And how much was that?”

“Three million dollars,” I confess because I want her to know what she means to me.

“Ares!” She reaches for her bouquet and throws it at me. “That’s obscene.”

She may not have my heart, but she’ll have free rein to do a number on my wallet.

And that gets me hard as fuck. “Then sell it. Auction it off.” I kiss her shoulder. “Give the money to charity.”

“That idea I like.”

“I guess that means I can’t tear it off you.” I spin her around to finish with the zipper and the small buttons at the waistline.

The dress parts until it falls at her feet. Lourdes stands there in a white strapless bra and a tiny white lace thong.

“I need to see more of you.” I reach across her back and unclip the bra.

She lets it fall to the floor and gasps when I take each breast in my hands. I groan at finally having her as mine. With my name.

Closing my eyes, I press my lips to hers and sink my tongue deep into her mouth. I release her breasts and wind my arms around her waist, crushing her against me.

I kiss her neck, sucking and nibbling her soft, tender skin.

“You are so damn beautiful.” My lips work their way down until I reach the rim of her thong. On my knees, I look up at her. “Are you wet for your husband?”

She widens her stance and puts her hands on my shoulders. “Find out for yourself.”

I reach between her legs and… Fuck, she is so wet. “I need you to come in my mouth first.”

Our eyes lock, and a magnetic shock passes between us. It’s a sensation I’ve never experienced before. It’s uncomfortable yet familiar.

Christ, I’m falling in love with her.

As I stare up at her, a hint of moonlight streams through the windows, setting off a glow against her skin. Lips bruised from my kiss at the altar, she stares at me. Waiting.

“Lie back,” I growl. “Spread your legs.”

She positions herself in the center of the bed, elbows propped up, splaying her legs open.

I lean over her and twist the strap of her thong. “This has to go.”

She lifts her hips and lets me slide them off. I shudder when her bare cunt is revealed to me.

“Stay still and let me look at my wife.” My eyes feast on the beautiful woman aching for my mouth as I hurry to get this damn tux off.

The bow tie unravels, but I don’t bother with the shirtbuttons. I tear it off, not caring as all the enamel beads go flying.