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“You sure, angel? If Tony catches you in here, there is going to be hell to pay. He’s big on tradition like that.”
“I can handle my old man just fine. Besides, no one is going to get caught if you keep your trap shut. You wouldn’t snitch on me, would you, Godfather?”
After he untangles himself from her grip, he eyes me. “Good luck with this one, Matteo. You’re going to need it.” He turns, leaving us alone without waiting for a reply from my lips. My uncle isn’t wrong. I’m going to need all the help in the world with Sienna and Brooklyn. After what happened with Vin and Kennedy last month, and then her brother last week, I’m convinced she needs to be watched as much, if not more, than Brooklyn does.
God, please let the baby she is carrying be a boy, or two of them.
I need a boy to even out the playing field. Twin boys would be ideal, though. Then I could assign one of them to Si and the other to their sister. Protectors. That’s what the women in my life need.
Sienna closes the door and then braces her bare shoulder blades against the wood as she stares at me with her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
“Is it the dress or did your tits get bigger?”
She rolls her eyes, then scowls. “They’re bigger than when I was fitted for this dress. It’s why they look smooshed,” she confesses, with annoyance laced in her tone.
“They look fine as fuck. The only thing that would make them better was if my cum painted the top of them.” I remove my hands from my pockets, giving up hiding what seeing her is doing to me.
“Matteo,” she scolds. “Did you forget we’re in a church, for God’s sake?”
“But not the sanctuary, baby. Get over here. I can’t exactly walk out of this room with a hard-on, now can I?”
“I didn’t come here to give you a premarital happy. There’s something I have to tell you.” Her voice turns serious, but the pressing issue in my pants trumps anything she needs to say. I wasn’t kidding when I alluded to not walking out of here without both of us getting off so that the world—especially my parents—doesn’t get a glimpse of the bulge I’m toting, thanks to my wife-to-be.
“You did now, and we need to hurry.”
“I’m serious, Matteo.” She pushes her back off the door and stomps to me, her index finger pointed at my chest. “We have to talk.”
“Can’t it wait until after we’re married? Definitely after that sweet pussy of yours has welcomed it home?” I grab the front of my pants, cupping my junk, and then squeeze.
“I killed Vin,” she blurts out. “It wasn’t Dom. It was me, and I . . .” she trails off as her bottom lip starts to quiver. You’d think hearing my fiancé killed a man would deflate my dick, but it’s like her admission sends all of my blood flow straight to my cock. Flames ignite on the surface of every inch of exposed skin on my body.
“Say something,” she begs when I haven’t opened my mouth.
“You what?” I ask, wanting her to continue getting everything off her conscience.
“I didn’t think I wanted you to know. I still don’t, but . . .” She pauses, biting her bottom lip again. Lifting my hand, I put my thumb against the flesh of her bare lip, forcing her to release it, knowing she has more to say. “I had to tell you before I became your wife. Before you didn’t have a way out.”
Sliding my hand away from her mouth, I slip my palm around the back of her neck ever so gently, then I grip it hard; so hard I might leave a mark that’ll later turn into a bruise. Her words set me off like I’ve never been set off before. “You think I’d ever want out, Sienna? That there’s even a choice?” Her dark eyes stare into mine. I’m not referring to her father or any code they have. I’m referring to the choice of us. “I told you the night I first fucked you, the night you gave me your virginity, that you would be mine from that moment on. It wasn’t something I said in the heat of the moment. I meant it then and I mean it now. You’re mine, baby, mine and no one else’s.”
“You don’t care that I killed someone?”
“That fuck used my daughter to get to my woman. I’m glad it was you and not Domenico. I wish it had been me. No one takes what’s mine, and no one hurts what’s mine. I’m proud it was you, Si.”
I don’t give her a second to think or even respond. My lips crash down on hers and then I’m lifting her, somehow managing to get her dress bunched up between us and her legs around my waist before I slam her back against the door. Reaching under her dress, I tear the panties from around her body, tossing them behind me as our teeth clash and our tongues dual, trying to fuck each other’s mouth better than the other one.
I love her mouth. She’s going to have to fight harder if she plans to beat me in that regard. Unzipping my pants, I pull my dick through the opening in my boxers and then I force myself inside her scorching heat.
“Uhhh,” she moans inside my mouth the same time I grunt into hers. No matter how many times we’ve fucked since the first time, it feels like I’m going to black out from the sheer pleasure that engulfs my shaft.
I pull back and rock back inside her harder this time. There is nothing sweet or gentle about this moment, but it is so beyond perfect that I can’t articulate it with words. I slam into her again and again, going at her harder each time. The door rattles but I couldn’t give two shits. The whole cathedral could hear us and I’d smile with delight.
“Tell me what you felt when you killed that bastard,” I demand.
“I felt . . . uhhh.” I piston into her pussy, forcing her back to rise against the door. “I felt powerful. In charge. It was . . .”
“What, Sienna? Tell me.” I jerk forward, pushing her body upward as I chase her, slamming myself as far as I can go.
Fuck, I’m going to come.
