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With her hands on her hips, she gives him an earful. “I’ll pull your ear off. She’s trying to pick the right dress. She’s had a whole minute to look at them. Give her a few, at least.”
“Fine. If not, I’ll have Alessio pick the first one and she’ll wear that.” He leans in and kisses my lips before walking out of the bedroom and barking orders at his men.
“Why this Alessio character?”
“Because I won’t do as he says, and Alessio is in love with someone else, so he’s not worried about him being interested in stealing you.” I really find that jealousy sexy, as well as his need to kiss me as much as I crave his lips.
“Oh.” Still stunned by his touch and presence, I look back at the dresses and pick a simple off the shoulder, V-cut, A-line dress. It’s elegant, yet simple.
Chapter Twelve
Dario
I’m growing impatient, tapping my foot on the hardwood floor. The judge looks at me anxiously like I might shoot the fucker, but I’m not going to kill him. Frankly, it’s all about seeing my girl. I’m stressed, but I’m pleased. May’s nervous, but aroused, ready to be my wife more than even she knows. I can read it in every move of her body and the sounds she makes when I touch her.
If I knew she’d still go through with the wedding, I’d invite her sister, but that’s the only leverage I have to get her to be mine now. May is too much of a good girl to marry a man like me. Desire makes her want me, lust drives that pussy my way, but I want her tied to me when the hunger wears off and she can’t run away so easily.
“Are you okay, Dario?” Luca asks.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure you’re making the right decision?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re getting married without all the important people. Alessio, Enrico, and not to mention her sister and her best friend.”
“Look, she’s not marrying me for love, so it doesn’t matter who is present. The day she loves me, we’ll plan a fancy ceremony. For now, I want her tied to me.” I don’t need him to remind me that she deserves better, but I’m not a better man.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean any offense by it.”
“None taken. I want her to have a beautiful wedding, but it’s not in the cards.”
“Dario, she’s ready,” Mrs. Ricci says, dipping her head into the open doorway.
My heart fucking beats out of my chest. How the fuck has my life changed in just over a week? I step out of the office and walk to the bottom of the steps to see her coming down. Once she sees me, she comes to a stop, gasping slightly. The soft part of her cherry-red lips causes me to groan and sends me up the last few steps to meet my bride.
I take her hand, linking our fingers, and say, “You look so beautiful, May.”
“Thank you.” She smiles and blushes a pretty pink. I’m floored by the dress she chose, and I’m almost sad that I’ll be tearing it off.
We enter my office, and the judge is waiting for us. He quickly performs the ceremony, pronouncing us man and wife after we slide our rings on our fingers. “You may kiss your bride.” I slide my hand around her waist, pull her close, and tilt her head and taste those soft lips.
She moans into my mouth, allowing me to slide my tongue inside. I take advantage and deepen our kiss, sliding my hand down to her ass, cupping her round cheek and bringing her body firmly to mine. The soft feel of her slender frame nestled against mine drives my hunger.
“Mr. and Mrs. Conti, we need you to sign the documents.”
“Yes.” I’d forgotten about that part. Regrettably, I release my hold on my wife and bend down to sign my name, handing her the pen where she signs hers to the paper as well.
“Congratulations to you both.”
“Thank you all. Now, if you’ll excuse us.” I scoop up my bride and carry her straight to our bedroom.
“I could have walked.”
“This was faster.”
“Anxious?”
“I’ve been fighting off a hard-on all day.”
“Whose fault is that? You’re the one who insisted on giving me orgasms until I passed out while leaving yourself unsatisfied.”
“Seeing you satisfied was good enough. Now that you’re my wife, it’s time I let go and claim that tight hole as mine. Tell me you don’t want to come again.”
“Why would I want to lie?”
“Then help me get undressed.”
“Yes, Mr. Conti.” I swat her ass and then bring her body firmly to mine, slamming our mouths together for a hard kiss.
“Wife, you’re asking to get fucked rough for the first time.”
“Maybe I am.” She arches her brow.
I slide off my suit jacket while May tugs at my tie. Slipping off my shoes is easy, but it comes off as a task when my blood has rushed south to the one brain that has been focused on breeding May. Once she frees me of my noose, May’s hands go straight to my belt, undoing it while my cock beats against the zipper.
