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Our fiancée sat with her family in the front of the church. She didn’t quite blend in. Her slacks and dark colors contrasted with the spring aesthetic of the women surrounding her. Even so, it was clear that she belonged, that she was one of them.
We got lucky, exchanging Sofia for Ginevra. We’d have torn that tiny little blonde thing to pieces and sent her back to her family screaming. Sure, Rian would reap the benefits of the Russo name with either sister, but breaking Ginevra would add a great deal of pleasure to the bargain.
I watched Ginevra from the back of the church, where we sat, knelt, and stood, in unison with the other parishioners. This wasn’t our neighborhood, but mass was mass, no matter where you found yourself in the world. Her hair was glossy and straight, her make-up perfect, and that bright red lipstick just begged me to smudge it all over her face.
The small of her back bulged slightly, the darkness of her clothing almost hiding it. She was armed.Good.The service dragged on interminably, and when it finished, our woman—how easy it was to accept that—made her way down the aisle.
Friend after cousin after passing acquaintance stopped her to say hello, as if she were a celebrity who’d deigned to visit after a decade of absence.
Ginevra’s face was friendly, but she’d closed off all other emotions. Whatever she was feeling, I couldn’t read it from a distance. After what felt like hours, she finally reached our pew, Luca hovering protectively beside her. “Gentlemen,” she said. Her eyes were tight, and she wiped her palms on her pants before nodding to acknowledge us.
Rian held out his arm. “The restaurant is only a few blocks away. Shall we walk?”
She nodded slowly, and curled her fingers around his arm, settling them into the crook of his elbow. Liam elbowed me as my eyes slipped down to her generous ass. My hand itched to smack it, see it turn pink when I turned her over my knee and spanked her, but even a hardened deviant like myself knew this wasn’t the moment.
With painstaking slowness, we made our way to the sidewalk, Ginevra on Rian’s arm, and Luca on her other side, as Liam and I trailed behind, not at all subtle about enjoying the view of her hips swaying before us. The two siblings whispered furiously, and I pretended to ignore their argument.
She drew back as if slapped. “I did not take on this family’s debt as my own so that someone else could begin making decisions for me. I will walk to the fucking restaurant, and that’s the end of it.”
Ginevra turned around and gazed up at me through her lashes, catching me in the snare of her big brown eyes. “Surely the heads of the Yorkfield Irish are enough to walk me three blocks in the middle of fucking Russo territory.”
Luca was stuck. He couldn’t say to our faces that he didn’t trust us with his precious sister, and he couldn’t admit that his sister wouldn’t be safe in the middle of his own family’s territory. His eyes roved over us before he nodded and stepped back. “Take care of my sister,” he said. “Or the agreement is off.”
Rian slipped his arm around Ginevra’s waist, gripping her hip tightly and pulling her into him. “She’s precious to us, too.”
Ginevra rolled her eyes, but allowed Rian to guide her out and onto the sidewalk.
Rian plannedto scare the shit out of Ginevra to give us more leverage as we renegotiated. That was my speciality. As he distracted her with light conversation, we turned down the alley Liam had scouted out yesterday. It was narrow enough that two grown men could block both the passage and the view from the sidewalk.
When she noticed her surroundings, she froze, her eyes darting around to look at each of us, wide and nervous. Rian and Liam blocked the entrance to the alley, and I wrapped my arms around her and walked her back into the brick wall.
“Turn around and put your hands on the wall, sweetheart,” I murmured in her ear, giving her cheek an enthusiastic lick for good measure. The sweet taste of her skin, citrus and fresh rain, exploded on my tongue, and I groaned with pleasure.
Ginevra stared at me. “Are you out of your fucking mind?”
My answering smile was feral. I grabbed her around the waist and yanked her toward me, then spun her around, clasping her wrists behind her back. I didn’t quite slam her into the wall, but it was close. The side of her face pressed against the rough brick, and she panted as she realized just how much trouble she was in.
I pressed my whole body against hers, shoving her hard into the wall, my cock pressing into her back, my legs holding her still as I smashed her arms between us. Our princess was beautiful, trembling and scared, totally at our mercy. A powerful urge to take her and possess her, right then and there, shot through me.
“What is this? What do you want from me?” she asked as I dragged her soft turtleneck out of her slacks. I pulled the gun out from where she’d tucked it into the small of her back and handed it to Liam for safekeeping.
When I slid close again, I pressed my torso against her to keep her against the wall. She trembled, her breath uneven and scared. The feel of her round ass jammed into my cock was incredible. I wanted to yank her pants down, bend her over, and fuck her stupid, but that wasn’t the purpose of this exercise. No, I needed to remind her she was playing with fire, not three teenagers she could lead around by their dicks.
I slid my hand around her front and fiddled with the buttons on her slacks until they opened.
“No, stop,” she whispered, her voice desperate and pleading.
Her olive skin was so fucking inviting. I bit her earlobe hard, drawing a sharp cry of pain from her. “If you keep making noise, you’re going to catch the attention of a passerby. Then someone’s going to see the princess who swooped in to save her family getting fucking ravaged in a dark and filthy alley. Sure is going to be hard for Rian to sign a contract to protect your family if they decide you’re damaged goods.” I paused, “Like your sister.”
Ginevra froze. I could feel her pulse stuttering under my mouth as I nipped and sucked on her neck.
“Do you understand, darling?” I asked her.
She nodded her head, her cheek scraping against the brick.
“Good girl,” I murmured. I stepped back and then slapped her ass hard enough that it’d turn pink under those soft, elegant pants. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them, her face was blank.That’s my girl. Never let ‘em see you cry.Even as I defiled this woman, I admired her backbone.
“Keep your hands on the wall, darling.” I let go of her hands, gently raising them to sit on either side of her face against the brick. To my surprise, she held them there, pressing them into the wall as if it could lend her its strength.
