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His fingers are halfway to curling around my throat when I jump back, and Vanessa pops up between us.
“You two better behave or I’ll throw you both off this roof!” she warns, pressing a palm to Salvato’s chest to make him take a step backward.
“Listen to your wife, while I go worship mine,” I reply with a smirk before walking away. I hear his indignant growl following me.
“If she tells me she’s not happy…” he calls out.
I lift my hand to wave him off without looking back. “Yeah, I heard you.”
The bastard never intended for this to be a real marriage. He let his daughter marry me just to appease me temporarily, to try and use my connections that he needs for his fentanyl trafficking. Maybe try me out as his heir. I knew he would change his mind, if he was ever serious about it to begin with.
The only thing I can do is to try and smooth things over with Sophie, to convince her not to walk away from me before this marriage even begins. Whatever it takes, I have to try because I refuse to be penniless and at anyone else’s mercy ever again.
I have no clue where the shy, innocent Disney princess who was so terrified of me went? Was her innocence all just an act this entire time? Now that I think about it, what could she possibly get out of agreeing to marry me other than to oblige Salvato’s request?
It never occurred to me how one-sided our marriage was until now. There’s nothing I can offer her that her Daddy can’t except orgasms.
Following Sophie back to the raised stairs of the gazebo where the photographer is waiting, I grab her hand to halt her steps. I’d give anything to keep her moaning underneath me like she was earlier all day and night.
She tries to jerk away, out of my grip, as if that much direct contact with me is too much to ask of her.
Filthy. Disgusting. That’s how this perfect little princess sees me. And she’s right. I’m not sure why I’m even surprised by her rejection.
I clinch my fingers tighter around hers. She allowed a lot more than my hand on her last night and this morning, enjoyed coming on my filthy, disgusting tongue, fingers, and cock.
Giving up on getting her hand back, she glares at me over her shoulder. “What do you want?”
Shit. She’s even colder than before.
“What’s wrong, princess? You should be happy since Daddy just gave you an out.”
She scoffs and rolls her eyes, looking her age, reminding me she’s still a spoiled, fickle teenager.
“Seriously, Sophie. A few minutes ago, you were…melting for me. And now you won’t even look at me. You fucking flinched when I kissed you in front of everyone after we’ve done a helluva lot more than that. What changed?”
“I want a morning-after pill.”
“Not happening. I would rather be shot in the dick.”
Which is a damn surprising instantaneous reaction to her demand for a pill to prevent a possible pregnancy of my baby. I tell myself it’s because a kid would ensure she stays married to me, that I remain Dante’s heir.
And how the hell does Sophie know about that fucking pill? She must have confided in her sister that I fucked her bareback last night. Goddamn Cass must have told her all about the fucking pill that Red probably wishes she had.
“That shot can be arranged,” Sophie remarks with a quick glance down to my crotch. Then, her face grows more serious. “Why can’t I have one?”
“You’re not getting rid of me that easy,” I tell her. “Don’t even think about asking someone else to buy you one either. If I find out you’ve taken one, I’ll shove my fingers down your throat until you barf it up.”
Sophie’s nose wrinkles, but I know she trusts that I’ll do just that. “You’re disgusting. I’m not going to have your spawn or ever let you fuck me again.”
Wow. I’ve heard sex happens less often after marriage, but this is ridiculous. After she came on my tongue and said the vows, I thought we were good, that she had forgiven me, and she was getting past her abhorrence to having my hands on her, but I guess not.
I’ve been looking forward to getting this ceremony done so I could tie her up in my bed, lick her again, and fuck her tight pussy until we have to leave tomorrow for our honeymoon. Not that there’s any reason to fly thousands of miles when I’m not going to let her out of bed.
She may still be sore, but I could eat her pussy until she’s so slick it’ll only feel good when she takes my cock again. If that doesn’t convince her then I don’t know what the fuck will. All I know is that I need her in my bed.
Winding my arms around her waist, I pull her backside flush against the front of my body so she can feel how badly I want her. I’ve been achingly hard for her since her thighs nearly crushed my head when she came for me. Only her. Pressing my lips to her ear, I say, “You don’t really mean that, do you Sophie? The second time won’t hurt as bad. My tongue will have your pussy so wet my cock will slide right inside.”
I’ve never been rejected before, so I refuse to admit defeat yet. There has to be something I can do to convince her…
