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I nod to my men who all stand and clap loudly and I can’t prevent the shit-eating grin spreading across my face.
We leave the church and step into the middle car, and as soon as the door closes, my bride surprises me with a gift of her own and punches me squarely in the face.
“What was that for?”
I shake my head as she says furiously, “For everything.”
“You weren’t complaining last night.” I smirk and she raises her arm, which I catch in an iron fist.
Then I pull her over my knee and lift her dress, delivering sharp blows onto her peachy fine ass.
Her screams turn me on, so I carry on until she sobs, “Please, enough.”
I regard her smarting ass with pride before carefully replacing the dress and pushing her back in her seat.
“Never do that again.” I hiss and she sobs. “Same.”
“Are you sure about that? It can be a turn on.”
“For a sick bastard.” She gulps and I shake my head. “You’ll learn, and I’ll take great pleasure in teaching you how pleasurable pain can be.”
“What, like being married to a controlling bastard? Will you teach me how much fun that can be?”
She fires back and I reach out, loving how she flinches away from me and grabbing her hair, I pull her face to mine.
“Remember, I control you princess and unless you do everything I say, this won’t be pleasant for you. If you cooperate, I will make it a pleasure. It’s your choice.”
It’s as if all the fight goes out of her as she sags against me and as I tilt her face to mine, I whisper against her lips, “I will break you, princess and you’ll love every fucking minute of it.”
She blinks and a few tears fall from her eyes that I lick away with a groan. Then I touch her lips lightly with mine and kiss her slowly and leisurely, intent on giving her pleasure rather than pain.
She weakens in my arms and as I deepen the kiss, she begins to respond, allowing me to hold her face gently in my hands as I taste my wife for the second time already.
Her low moan tells me she’s loving the softer approach, and as she shifts closer, I curl my hand around the back of her head and hold it firmly in place.
I run my hand up underneath her skirt and feel the soft skin beneath my touch and inch my fingers inside her soaked panties, loving how ready she is. As I insert two fingers inside her, she groans, and I push in deeper, searching for the sweetest spot.
I kiss her constantly, enjoying every minute of it and her thumping heart is throbbing against my chest as she stiffens before coming all over my fingers.
I remove them and insert them into her mouth so she can clean them off and as she sucks them, she stares deep into my eyes.
The car stops, interrupting the sweetest moment, and she hastily shifts off me and stares the other way, leaving me with a broad grin on my face. My little princess just can’t help herself. She says one thing and totally means another. She’s perfect.
We don’t hang around in Vegas. My brother Dom lives here and is currently entertaining Diana’s sister Flora, and I can’t take the chance that Abigail will make the connection. I want to note her reaction when she sees Mario again and more than anything, I’m anticipating his. What will he do when the love of his life walks in married to me? Chained by my side and devoted to only one man — me.
Will Diana react? She is hopelessly in love with Mario, and everything she does is for his benefit. What will happen when I set the cat among the rats? Who will win? It had better be me.
More than anything, I want to make them suffer for what they did to me and my family. The fact my father was blown sky high along with my sister has me looking in their direction for answers. Was this something they engineered? I wouldn’t put it past them because my father’s throne is obviously the prize in a very deadly game of chess.
Once again, we take our seats on my private jet and I leave Abigail on her own and head to the rear of the aircraft with Cesare.
In no time, we dive deep into the bottle of whiskey and Cesare raises his glass to me.
“Congratulations.”
“Thank you.” My smug grin causes him to laugh softly before he pulls out his phone and shows me a text he received when I was at the chapel.
“Interesting.”
