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When he touched me, I didn’t feel trapped. I felt empowered. Maybe he only wanted me now because I’d challenged him. Someone to bend until I broke.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.” His voice was a whispered demand, not a request to know my thoughts. I couldn’t lie to him. I didn’t want to.
“You fingered me in front of them.” I should have been modest, should have protested, but in the moment, I would’ve let him take all of me.
“There is nothing that I can’t buy you, and nothing could have stopped me from touching you, Allegra.”
I tumbled closer to the swirling edge of a mind-numbing climax.
“You belong to me.” He rested his head against my chest, his focus on his fingers as he plunged into me again and again.
“You can have me—all of me. The marriage ceremony doesn’t change anything between us. The first time you touched me, I became your wife. Oh god.” A shuddering wave crashed over me, unexpected in its intensity, and inevitable because when he touched me, I shattered. “I’ve always been yours.” Even when I didn’t know if he’d ever come for me, I’d held to the idea of us.
I wanted him to be mine.
Marco pulled his fingers from inside me, grabbed the tumbler of whiskey, and drank the rest with one swallow. Then he stood with me in his arms and carried me bridal style into our room.
The torn nightgown fell away, leaving me in only panties soaked with my juices. I climbed onto the bed. His hooded gaze roamed over me, stirring a dark longing deep within me. Nothing had ever felt like this, as if I could splinter into a thousand pieces only his touch could make whole again.
Marco stood over me and stripped out of his shirt. Muscles shifted beneath his dark Italian skin. His gut clenched, defining the deep grooves of his abdominals.
I tried to breathe, but the wild racing of my heart took my breath. I swallowed as he unbuckled his belt, lowered the zipper, and shed the rest of his clothing.
Thick and erect, his cock thrust forward from a thatch of black, neatly groomed hair. Veins, swelled and pulsing, roped the length. I didn’t want to compare him to the men I’d watched on my computer, but he was big. I never thought a man could be beautiful until Marco, naked and fully aroused.
I wanted to touch him, to taste again the shiny fluid leaking from the slit. Fear held me immobile. Fear of shattering the moment growing heavy between us. Fear of his anger. Fear of pleasing him and taking pleasure for myself. Only to earn his accusations.
As if he could read my mind, he whispered to me. “Touch me.”
I lifted my gaze to his.
He cupped my face, and I gave myself over to him.
“Put your hands on me,” he said.
With trembling fingers, I stroked the velvety length of his shaft to the tip and smeared the slippery fluid at the crown. I inhaled the spice of his cologne and the earthy essence of his arousal. I brought my finger to my tongue.
“Cazzo!Fuck.I need inside you.” He climbed onto the bed, wrapped an arm around my waist in the tightest embrace, and shifted me to my back. Kissing me deeply, his tongue stroked mine, and his hands glided along the ladder of my ribs.
“Please,” I begged.
Thoughts fled my mind. I could only feel his mouth everywhere—my lips, my neck, along my collarbone, and then he sucked my nipple. Fire streaked from the tip in an invisible, magical string to my clit. Of their own volition, my thighs spread.
“This is to be our wedding night, topolina. I promise to provide for you, to protect you, and to destroy anyone who threatens our family.”
I ached for words of love, and that he would honor, cherish, and remain faithful. But that wasn’t this man. He wouldn’t whisper words that could make him weak.
He shifted into the cradle of my thighs. I relished the weight of him against me. His vows reflected what he would do for me, and I swore what I would never do to him. “I promise never to betray you or break your trust by lying to you. I’ll never endanger you or our family. I won’t be careless or reckless with the faith you have in me.”
In my heart I promised to love and honor him, but just as he would never trust me with all his secrets, I could never trust him with mine because before Marco, I’d already made a vow to Knox. And I’d never betray him either.
Marco sealed his mouth to mine as he reached between our bodies, fisted his cock, and slid the head through my wet slit and nudged my opening.
“Wait.”
He was going to claim me as his, but I wasn’t prepared. I hadn’t taken any precautions.
Pushing up, he rose onto outstretched arms. His biceps and forearms bulged with restraint. “I don’t want you to be afraid. I don’t want to hurt you.” He stared into my eyes. “But I’m going to make you bleed for me.”
