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“Hold on,” says Ralph Romero, raising his right hand, his gaze still riveted on me, now flicking again to my cleavage, then once more in Zedd’s direction, like his primal male mind is connecting the dots, relying on primitive instincts to make connections that have no basis in logic. He takes a breath, strokes his smooth-shaved cheek, then takes a step towards me. “Why the fuck are you here, Amelia? It’s obvious why this guy is here. Zedd’s an assassin who’s been working for the Volini Family for years. But you . . . why areyouhere, Amelia?” He takes another step closer, and I feel Zedd’s body move closer to me from behind until I’m almost sandwiched between the two men.
“Back the fuck off,” growls Zedd from above and behind me. “Do it now, or else—”
“Or else what?” Ralph growls back at Zedd. “You’ve got six guns pointed at your head, tough guy. So count your blessings you’re still breathing, and shut the fuck up while I’m talking.”
Zedd’s about to explode but I swing my arm back and grab his wrist, squeezing urgently for him to control his rage, hold on to that anger, give this a chance to play out.
Thankfully Zedd stays silent even though I feel the violence building to boiling point in his possessive blood. But Zedd now understands what I’m doing, understands the game I’m playing. He squeezes my hand gently, then grazes the back of my ass with his knuckles to let me know he gets it, that he’ll stay in control until it’s time to lose control.
Ralph narrows his eyes at Zedd, then flashes a grin, licks his lips, shoots a gaze down at me, clearly taking in the view down my neckline. “Oh, I see what’s happening here. Your father doesn’t know you’re here, does he, Amelia? He sent Zedd to take me out, and you came with him because . . . because . . . what, you . . . youlovehim? You love . . .him?” He cocks his head now, snorting out a scornful breath. “You’re fucking the help now, princess?” He looks me up and down, that sneering smile now fading, a dangerous glint burning in his dark eyes, the fire of possessiveness igniting so clearly I feel it in my body. “You were supposed to save that pussy for me, princess. That was the deal. That was the arrangement. You let this street-thug assassin take what was promised to me?”
Now my body reacts to the primal energy crackling around me. Zedd’s cock is erect behind me, digging into my ass. Wetness seeps into my panties, along with what I know is Zedd’s semen leaking out of my pussy from when he’d filled me again and again in the woods barely an hour again.
Ralph’s nostrils flare like the primitive part of his brain picks up the scent of competition even if he isn’t consciously aware of it. His throat moves as he swallows, and although he’s too close for me to look down, I sense his bulge filling out until my body knows it’s trapped between two erections, two cocks pointing true north, two alpha dogs straining at the leash to fill their little bitch with hot seed.
“Well, that won’t do, princess,” Ralph growls now, running a finger along my cheek as I reach behind me and place my palm against Zedd’s crotch to stop him from going berserk. “I’m going to take back what’s mine before you die, Princess. And Zedd is going to stay alive long enough to see it happen.”
A bloodcurdling growl escapes from Zedd’s throat, and I clutch his erection desperately to hold him back, keep his beast at bay. Ralph’s fingers are tracing their way down my neck now, his breath hot against my lips. Slowly he slides the gun out from between my boobs, holds it out for one of his men to take.
“Boss, what the fuck are you doing?” whispers the soldier after taking my gun from Ralph’s hand. “Step out of the way and let us kill them both. The bitch is messing with you. She’s crazy, boss, showing up here in a wedding dress. Hell, they're both crazy. Just let us—”
“Shut up,” snarls Ralph as he strokes my neck. “Take Zedd’s weapons. He’s a dead man in about ten minutes, after he sees me claim his princess’s pussy, stretch it nice and good, fill her with a real cock.”
He grabs me by the hair and yanks me away from Zedd now as the Romero thugs swarm in and disarm Zedd, restraining him just in time so he doesn’t do anything to get himself killed.
“You touch her and you’re dead,” comes the seething threat from Zedd as he stands there against the bedroom wall, face dark with rage, eyes almost bugging out of his head with bloodlust, cock still bulging inside his pants like this time the sex and violence are both rising up together, leading to an explosion that I hope to hell I can channel into the right situation. “She’s mine. She’s fuckingmine, you hear?”
Ralph smiles tightly, fisting my hair as he drags me towards that king-sized bed. He throws me roughly down on the mattress, the momentum making my wedding dress ride up my thighs as my legs go up just enough to give everyone a view of my ass in those white panties that are soaked at the crotch from my fresh wetness mixed with Zedd’s thick semen.
Ralph’s throat tightens as he gulps. “Oh, fuck, Princess. You’re already wet for me, aren’t you? That pussy knows what’s coming. It’s hungry for my cock. Thirsty for my seed. Come on, lift up that dress, Princess. Show me the panties you chose for your wedding night.” He shoots a glance at Zedd. “Chose forme.”
Now Zedd lunges at Ralph, but two mafia goons grab his arms and a third guy hits him in the face with a closed fist. Blood spurts from Zedd’s nose as he staggers back. I scream, almost leap off the bed and attack Ralph myself before somehow controlling my panic.
Ralph turns to me, cocks his head, narrows those eyes. Jealousy burns in them, like my involuntary scream showed Ralph that I really do love Zedd. For a moment I panic again, wondering if Ralph will wise up to this game and just end it, tell his goons to shoot Zedd twice in the head, then blow me away in my wedding dress.
Despair almost drowns me when I see the thugs wrestle Zedd to the floor, kick him repeatedly in the ribs until he groans and stops fighting. But then Zedd raises his bloody face and looks at me, the hint of a smile on his lips, the glint of understanding in his eyes.
And immediately I go calm. We’re still in the game.
And now it’s time to bring it to its finale.
See if I can pull off this one last twist.
Because if I can’t, Ralph is going to fuck me while Zedd is surrounded by six armed thugs.
And if that happens, Zedd is a dead man.
He’ll fight until they kill him.
And it’ll be over for me too.
Maybe my body will stay alive a bit longer, but my soul will be dead the second Zedd leaves this earth.
Which means this has to work.
So I take a deep breath, steady myself for the endgame.
I get to my knees on the big bed.
