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The set originally belonged to the lastself-appointedqueen of Burma, Queen Supayalat. Legend has it she engineered a massacre to take out any rivals who were a threat to her husband. It’s all just rumors, and she, of course, never admitted to it. She was known to be ruthless but also for her negotiation skills. Despite being called “the bloody queen,” she was respected and even beloved by her people for her genuine concern and advocacy over their lives.
So, while I had my mother with me, I had another queen as well. A woman who fought for her people and her place in the world.
As I take out the hair piece gifted to my mother by my Papa, Nico calls out from the closet, “I’m fine, Anya.”
By the time we had a solid plan and got back home, it was nearly two in the morning. Giuseppe and Marcella offered us Nico’s old bedroom, but I was still shaken up and just really wanted to be in my own bed.
“Look at your chest. You’re not fine.” I point at the color forming as I enter the closet.
“Doc said there’s no internal bleeding, just bruising. This is perfectly normal from the impact.” He shrugs before pulling me in for a kiss. “I promise, I’m okay.”
“Well, don’t even think about working tomorrow. Between both our families, they are on this.”
“Oh, trust me,” he says, pulling me closer. I can feel his erection against my stomach. “Assassination attempt or not. Honeymoon or not, I had zero plans for either of us to leave our bed once the wedding was over.”
Nico gently works through the delicate bridal style buttons and loops on the back of my gown. “Damn, you did not want this to be easy,” he teases before letting it pool at my feet instead of ripping it like he normally would.
“We can’t have sex. You just got shot.Oh fuck.” I moan as he works his lips around my exposed nipples. “Three times.”
Before I can argue anymore, he grabs the back of my neck and covers my lips with his.
“It doesn’t count if it didn’t go through.” He kisses a trail down my neck.
This man and his backward logic.
“Nico,” I fight back breathlessly.
Nico pulls away too soon and drags his eyes up and down my body. I couldn’t wear a bra with my dress, so I’m left in just my panties, heels, and a garter.
“I’m thinking about our first wedding night,” he says as he peppers kisses down my neck.
“Oh yeah?” Giggling like a teenage girl, I squirm as his stubble tickles me.
He grabs my ass with both hands and pulls me up. My legs immediately wrap around him.
“You shouldn’t exert yourself,” I press.
“You’re right.” He moves us over to the bed and lies back as I topple over on him. “I’ll just lay here and let you have your wicked way with me,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows.
Heat rushes to my cheeks at his words. He tries to sit back up, but I press two fingers into his bruised chest to keep him from rising as he lets out a groan.
“What makes you think you’re in any condition to have a repeat performance?” I laugh as he presses his erection into me.
“You have two options, baby—we reenact our wedding night, or you ride my face, then my cock, and I’ll sit still like a good soldier.”
I bite my lip, contemplating if this is a good idea.
Before I can think to protest further, Nico’s large hands move across my body. He grabs my breasts and teases my nipples with his thumbs. Chills rush over me, rippling a moan out of me as I throw my head back and grind on his erection. Only thin fabric separating us.
He glides his palms down my torso before grabbing my hips and using his thumb to rub circles on my clit. Instinctively, my hips move faster.
“You like that, wife?” he asks as his voice drops, eyelids heavy.
“I have a better idea,” I reply breathlessly as I cup my breasts and rock my hips against him.
Before I can move, he pulls me forward, latching his lips to one of my aching nipples, then works me into a frenzy.
I crawl down his body, and I can see him fighting to hold himself back. I smirk up at him. My hands work to pull his boxer briefs down. Kneeling between his legs, I lean forward, making sure to arch my back and push my ass up. My gaze never leaves my husband’s as he watches me hungrily. He leans forward to grab my ass, but I reach up to push him back down and apply pressure on his bruise, forcing him to listen to me.
