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“Screw you,” I moan. Just as my head tips back and the warm, golden sensations start to cascade through me, Salvatore takes his fingers away.
My deep breathing becomes a strangled cry. I was so close. My hand dives toward my clit but Salvatore grabs my wrist in an iron grip.
“Why did you—” I screw my eyes up tight and groan as the powerful orgasm that he was about to unleash on me warps into something harsh and unsatisfying and fizzles out. “That feelshorr—”
Smack.
“Ow!” My eyes fly open. To add insult to ruined orgasm, Salvatore just spanked my pussy. I struggle to close my legs but he won’t let me, and spanks me again.
“What the hell! Stop that.”
“Happy birthday, baby.”
He keeps spanking my pussy and it makes wet, smacking sounds. He’s not hitting me hard but I’m over-sensitized and tender and every smack makes my body jerk in the car seat.
“Stop that—it’s not—you’re too—Salvatore!”Smack. Smack. Smack.
“I’m too what? Too mean? Too cruel? This is the man you’re marrying. Get used to him.”
Smack.
My frustrated orgasm is loitering deep in my core, and each strike of his fingers perversely makes it grow. Iwon’tcome like this, while he’s being such an asshole. I won’t give him the satisfaction of punishing me and then witnessing how much Ilike it.
I glare into his blue-green eyes, only to find him smiling wickedly back at me. I’m trapped and there’s nowhere for me to go as he keeps smacking me. Nowhere for the sensations in my clit to go as they gather rapidly and infuriatingly into a—
“Fuck you, Salvatore,” I scream, and come harder than I ever have in my life.
I collapse back against the seat, gasping for breath. Salvatore finally releases me and I look down at myself. Naked from the waist up. Dress rucked up to my hips. Underwear gone, exposing me. And to top it all off, my insides are red-raw from the way he’s scrambled them with his fucked-up dirty talk and cruel fingers.
Salvatore kisses me hard and then starts the engine. “Damn, you’re incredible, baby. I can’t wait to marry you.”
* * *
“Oh,Chiara. Your mother would be so proud. It’s exactly what she would have done.” Francesca turns away from the decorated dining table and regards me with misty eyes.
It’s not exactly how Mom would have done it. The napkins and table centerpiece are in white and pale blue, not black and gold like my father prefers. It’s the way she would havewantedit, and that’s what’s important.
“Thank you. I’m going to miss you so much.” I wrap my arms around the old cook and squeeze her tight. The only things I’ll miss about this house are the reminders of my mother, and Francesca, Violette and Stephan. Maybe once I’m settled in Salvatore’s house I can hire these three so there are some familiar faces around me.
In Salvatore’s house. As Salvatore’s wife. My future is rushing toward me at breakneck speed.
Francesca kisses my cheek and leaves me standing by the dining table. A few minutes later, Dad joins me, wearing his tuxedo. I’m dressed in baby blue, which was my mother’s favorite color. Dad glances at the knee-length dress and his mouth thins into an unpleasant line, but he doesn’t say anything.
We wait in silence for Salvatore’s arrival. Soon Dad will be rid of me, and then he and Salvatore can indulge in whatever cozy business and crime adventures they want to go on together.
There’s a knock at the door, and we hear Violette open it. For a moment I think I hear four sets of feet coming down the hall, but it’s merely an echo in my mind. Salvatore and Salvatore alone comes through the door, tall and broad shouldered in his suit, his hair swept back and a cocky smile on his lips.
A smile just for me.
He looks only at me as he walks across the room, takes me in his arms and kisses me like I really am the reason he’s here.
Dad and Salvatore do most of the talking over dinner. They discuss the guest list for the wedding, and it sounds like every important person in Coldlake will be there to watch me walk down the aisle. Dad’s expression is brimming with delight as he recites names and I can almost see the votes stacking up inside his head.
When the meal is over, we all stand up and Salvatore takes my hand. Turning to Dad, he says, “Will you give Chiara and I a moment? I have something for her.”
Salvatore leads me into the lounge and closes the door. We’re standing in the middle of the carpet, and he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a black velvet box. He opens it, revealing a platinum engagement ring with an enormous emerald-cut diamond, surrounded by a cluster of smaller diamonds.
Salvatore grasps my left hand and slides the diamond onto my ring finger. “Now, the whole world will know you belong to me.”
