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Thankfully Amelia’s about to come, and I find her G-spot and press a fingertip into that fibrous knob, bringing forth a wailing climax as she squirts all over my hand and truck-bed, thrashing in my lap as my fingers fuck her to ecstasy.
“Aren’t you going to fuck me?” she pants as I pull my fingers out of her pussy, suck her wetness off them before rolling her body off my lap and pulling her close against me. “Zedd, I’m so wet now, so hot I think I could come for hours, keep climaxing if you put your dick in me, fuck your bride’s pussy like I know you want.”
I kiss her lips, tasting wedding cake, which mixes with the sweet-salty tang of her pussy-juice to create the world’s most divine dessert. “You aren’t my bride until Ralph Romero’s dead,” I remind her. “That’s the arrangement. That’s the deal. Your father and I shook on it.”
Amelia raises her head along with an eyebrow. She opens her mouth to say something, but just sighs and cuddles into my armpit again as I kiss her hair and grin even though my mind is spinning through the options for resolving this very inconvenient twist in our tale.
“You’re going to stay here with the truck while I go take care of Ralph Romero,” I tell her with calm authority.
“Absolutely not,” comes her muffled reply from the crook of my neck. “I didn’t hide out in your truck-bed all night just to be left behind while you have all the fun.”
“This isn’t a game,” I say sternly. “I need to focus on Romero and his guards, not protecting you, Amelia.”
“If you can get one person in and out of that mansion, then you can get two people in and out,” she declares. “Besides, you can’t stop me from coming. If you don’t take me with you, I’ll follow you on my own. You decide.”
My head pounds as I grimace. I can’t tie her up here and lock her in the truck. No way I’m leaving her out in the fucking woods in hostile territory tied up alone in a damn truck. We’re too far out in the boonies for me to drive her to a hotel and tie her up there—which would be risky too, especially if I don’t make it out alive.
I glance down at her face. She’s looking up at me, her soft features hard with determination, her innocent eyes shining with that mafia-princess fire. My gaze moves down along her body, past her legs to where I can see one tennis shoe still on her foot.
Shit, I think as Amelia’s glare tunnels into my brain. Shit. Shit.Shit.
The safest place for Amelia is going to be right by my side, isn’t it?
“All right,” I growl. “But you do what I say, when I say. No arguments. No protests. No backtalk. I tell you to run, you run like there are wolves after you. I tell you to jump, you don’t even ask how high, you just start jumping. I’m running the show, make no mistake, little girl.”
“Oh, all right.” Amelia rolls her eyes at me, then frumps her face and pouts like a sulky little schoolgirl. “Now, are you going to fuck me?”
I glance at my watch, then up at the trees surrounding us like a green velvet cocoon. Suddenly a strange peace comes over me, and I’m overwhelmed with wonder, absolutely stunned when it hits me that right now Amelia is in my arms, looking at me with love in her eyes, in a wedding dress, asking me to fuck her before we ride together into a battle for our future, an arrangement for our forever.
It’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
Everything I could ever ask for.
Life is perfect, isn’t it?
Even if it ends in three hours.
“Yes,” I say, cocking my grizzly head and frowning strangely as that mystical moment of serenity passes, leaving me in this vivid reality where all my dreams have come true, all my fantasies have become real, all my life has been leading up to this one moment. “Yes,” I say again, smiling at my mafia-princess in her wrinkled wedding dress, one tennis shoe on her left foot, cake-frosting on her lips, mad love in her bright eyes. “Iamgoing to fuck you.”
15
AMELIA
Zedd fucks me like it’s for the first time, the last time, for all of time. He hikes up my wedding dress and sits me down on his erection, bouncing me up and down on his cock until the entire truck bounces beneath us. We go for what feels like hours, the Georgia sun beaming down on us from the blue sky above, the trees of our forest-cocoon shielding us from the looming reality that this really might be the last time.
He comes like a volcano inside me, bringing me down so hard on his cock that I swear I feel him up in my throat. I scream as Zedd spurts hot jets of seed up into my aching pussy as I ride him. I’m still screaming when he lifts me off him like a doll, flips me over like a mattress, fucks me doggie-style from behind, somehow still coming as he does it, his enormous balls serving up torrents of semen like this is some exaggerated dimension of reality.
But eventually reality narrows down to a grimness of what we’re about to do, and after several long minutes of satisfied silence, Zedd lifts his heavy body up from where he’d smushed me face-down into the truck-bed after collapsing on me, his cock still inside me from behind.
“You really won’t stay behind?” he asks with grim hopefulness as I pull up my panties, smooth down my wedding dress, look for my missing shoe. “You know it’s the safest thing, Amelia. Keep the keys, and if I’m not back in a couple of hours, drive away.”
I snort, not even gracing him with an eye-roll. “You know damn well that the safest place for me is right by your side.” I finish tying my shoelace, then glance up at him and shrug. “Besides, I might come in handy. If we do get caught before you kill Ralph, maybe I can negotiate our way out of there alive.”
Zedd’s body tenses, his face darkening, deadly gaze moving possessively over my bosom. “And what exactly would you offer him, Princess?” he growls, that thick vein on the side of his neck bulging in a way that makes it damn clear that this time the sex most certainly didnotdial down the violence in his blood.
Quite the opposite, in fact.
I straighten my wedding veil, which is somehow still attached to my tightly pinned hair. My heart races when I see the possessive anger in Zedd’s eyes, but I say nothing to ease his mind, nothing to cool his blood.
