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Nicky, Francine called him, her gaze softening when she mentioned him. He returned home from a business trip for this event, apparently. He is clearly not as powerful or revered as Rio within the family, but presumably, he must have some redeeming features to inspire such a look of affection from his aunt.
There’s another brother, I remember, named Luca, but apparently, he couldn’t make it home in time. Nor could Rio’s sister, according to Francine. I will meet them soon, I’ve been told, but not today for our wedding.
Does it even matter? This isn’t a real wedding.
I stare hard at Rio, trying to contain the rage and pour all of my fear and loathing for him into my expression.
As soon as I get away from you, I will organize an annulment.
And a police-raiding party.
He studies me intently, his mouth wide and flat and his eyes dark above those honed cheekbones that give him a haughty air. Another wave of desire kicks me right in the gut. I’ve only ever seen him in suits and dressy clothing, so today should be no different than any other day.
And yet, it is.
I have never been more attracted to a man in my life, and I have never been more desperate to run away from him, as far and as fast as I can.
Too late. His hand takes mine, and I am in his grip—about to become another of his possessions—and there is nothing I can do to stop this charade, unless I want to ruin the lives of people and businesses I care about.
“You are truly beautiful, Bianca.” His words are quiet, surprisingly directed at me rather than the watching crowd, and I am instantly transported back to last night, to the moment his kiss changed from punishing to seductive.
The moment I gave in and began to kiss him back.
The moment his hand wandered down and slipped inside my sweatpants, an exploring finger finding and circling my already engorged clit.
I remember how I arched up into his palm, moaning into his mouth and hearing an answering groan in return. How I tore my mouth from his, gasping as he flicked my bud back and forth, then slid his finger down my already wet seam, gathering moisture, before sliding deep into my channel as if he belonged there.
As if he already owned that space.
The invasion felt wrong, and yet, so right. I hovered there, right on the precipice of orgasm, for what felt like forever, but then he thrust in and out with his finger slightly curved, and as simply as that, I fell over the edge into an explosion of pleasure that tore through my body.
When my climax faded and my shudders ceased, he leaned down and kissed my cheek.
“You are beautiful, Bianca. Especially when you come. And to think, that was only one finger.”
Just like that, the spell broke. I turned my head to the side and wiped my mouth on my T-shirt-covered shoulder before facing him again.
“I hate you more than I’ve ever hated anyone. I hate that my body responds to you when my brain doesn’t want it. Hate it with a passion.”
“Ah, there it is. You see? Passion and anger. It was hovering there for us both, after all.”
Laughter shook his whole frame, and as he rolled off me and stood, I wished I had the strength to fight him properly.
He reached into a pocket and pulled out his phone, pushing a couple of buttons before shoving the screen into my line of sight. “Just a little reminder, beautiful Bianca, of why your cooperation is so vital tomorrow.”
I tried to look anywhere else but at the image on his phone screen, but of course, I couldn’t avoid it. The Lots of Paws front entrance loomed in my vision.
“I wish you were dead, Rio Agosti.” I spat the words at him as he tucked away his phone and strolled to the door.
My only comfort in that moment was that, unlike me, he had not experienced climax. I hoped he would trip over on the way out and break that massive erect piece of flesh right off his body.
“No doubt you will get your wish one day, Bianca.”
“And I hope that one day,” I yelled, as he opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, “I might be the one to kill you.”
I focus on that thought as we exchange our wedding vows in the chapel.
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