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How can he just go on with a conversation like that didn't just happen?
“Does a dress matter if half the guests have already seen me naked? Fuck it. We can just have a nude wedding day,” I growl, letting my temper go.
I glance over to see the smirk on his face. He doesn't give a shit.
Damn it.
"I have a dress," I tell him quickly before we end up keeping to my smartass idea. "I'm wearing clothes, and so are you. I'm not like you. I'd rather not let any other women see what you're packing. They might try to take my place."
“That will never happen. My ring goes on your finger, baby.”
“Antonio—”
“And you are the only woman who gets my dick. Besides, trust me when I tell you I don’t want anyone else’s sweet cunt but yours.”
"If we get married, and you cheat on me, your dick will get cut off your body," I tell him, feigning sweetness as I smile ruefully at him.
"Is that so?"
"I'm a mafia princess. Don't test me."
"You aren't that, Lina."
"I'm not?"
"No, you're the motherfucking queen—my queen."
"Not yet."
"Come out from behind that wall so I can have what belongs to me."
"No."
"Get your ass out here, or I will turn it pink."
I peek around the corner. "That's not really a threat since we both like it, but I'm not coming out until you turn off that monitor."
I’m not looking but I can hear Victorio and Antonio laughing. I smile feeling truly happy.
"Have Emilia get the dress and have someone bring it down in ten minutes."
I peek out again. "Isn't that kind of quick?"
That sends both men into another round of laughing.
Antonio shakes his head. "Give me an hour, and then come down." He clicks off the monitor.
I come out from behind the wall. “I think an hour might be a bit extreme, don't you?"
"Do you doubt that I can keep you on the edge that long before I let you come?"
I swallow nervously. I don’t think I could handle ten minutes of that kind of torture. An hour? I might not survive. I don't doubt his ability to do what he wants.
"I just meant that's a really long time to make the priest wait," I tell him quickly.
“Are you worried there will be another dark spot on my soul?” he asks as his eyes rake over my body. I swear I can feel his gaze as if it's a physical touch. “I doubt one more will make a difference.”
“Don't you go to confession?”
