Page 75 of Taking His Heart

Then he’s sliding into me, filling me completely. Every time he enters me, it takes my breath away.

“I love how you feel when you enter me,” I tell him.

“I love you.” CJ’s lips press against mine.

His hips thrust, his cock moving in and out of me while his tongue explores every inch of my mouth. My arms cling around his shoulders and my legs tighten around his waist as I meet each of his thrusts, grinding my core against him, getting the friction I so desperately need.

“I’m never going to get tired of fucking you.”

“Good, because I’m never going to get tired of being fucked by you. Oh shit!” I moan when he hits a spot deep inside me.

Twisting his hips, he does it again and again until the walls of my core are tightening. CJ’s mouth covers mine, swallowing my scream as I come around him. Pleasure explodes through my entire body. It feels as if every single nerve ending is alight with sensations that only CJ has ever been able to draw out of me.

CJ stills. He thrusts into me once, twice, and then a third time before he stills again, his cum spurting inside me.

“I really can’t wait to start our honeymoon,” I tell CJ.

“Me too,” he says. “I’m tired of sharing your attention with everyone. I want you all to myself.”

“Mmm, I want that too. But right now, we need to get cleaned up because my uncles are not going to be your new bestie like my dad is,” I warn him.

“I’m not scared of your uncles, Daniella,” CJ says. “I am, however, terrified of your sister.”

“Rosie? What has she done?”

“It’s always the quiet little ones you gotta watch,” he says as he walks with me in his arms into the bathroom. Setting me down on my feet, CJ reaches in and turns on the shower. “You know I never thought I’d be fucking you in your childhood bedroom.”

“I never thought you would be alive after doing such a thing.” I laugh. “But here we are, living in some kind of Twilight Zone where I actually get my happily ever after.”

“This is reality, Dani, not some other zone. We are living out our happily ever after. And we’re going to be just fine. You’ll see.”

“I want you to know that this past week, being your wife, it’s been a dream, CJ. I know I caused us both so much pain, but I really do love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Wait! I’m not finished,” I tell him. “I want you to know that if anything happens to me, it’s not your fault, CJ. If for some reason this guy does get his hands on me and I’m not with you anymore, I want you to find someone else. I want you to have a second happily ever after and I want you to get those cats you want.”

“Daniella, there is no happily ever after for me if you’re not in my story. The only reason I’m going to live a very long, happy, content life is because you’re going to be living it right alongside me.” CJ wraps his arms around me, pressing his lips to the center of my forehead. “I am not going to let anything happen to you.”

Chapter Thirty-One

With Daniella’s hand in mine, we go downstairs and follow the noise of people. She wasn’t wrong. Her family is fucking loud. I’ve never met her extended family. I’ve never spent much time in this country. I met Daniella when her father came to Vegas years ago to do some business with my father. We were both still in high school.

Ever since then, every time her father or brother would visit the States, she would tag along and we’d fool around. It was never anything serious, until the last time. I decided to tell her I wanted more. She didn’t, or she didn’t think she could have more.

My hand tightens around hers when the memory of her walking away from me, from us, flickers through my mind. I’m not letting her go again. I don’t care what I have to do to keep her. I’m going to do it.

When we enter the dining room, the table is covered in food and just about every seat has a body in it. The room that was loud-as-fuck goes deadly silent.

“What?” Daniella asks.

One by one, all four of her uncles stand up. And then they’re approaching us with very unreadable expressions. Daniella goes to step in front of me. Is she serious right now? I do not and will not ever need to cower behind my fucking wife.

Letting go of her hand, I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her against my side. “Do not ever put yourself between me and a bunch of pissed off men,” I tell her.

“They’re not pissed at me,” she shoots back. “And they’re not going to do anything to me.” Then she turns to her uncles. “Before any of you say anything, Dad gave his blessing and, well, he’s the boss so you all just have to deal with this new development of me being grown and all.”

One of her uncles holds out a hand in my direction. “Santo. Thank you,” he says.