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Maybe that made me an idiot, but I didn’t care.
He rolled me onto my back and moved on top of me, our bodies at the corner of the bed. His big hand grasped my thong and pulled it down until my legs were free of the silk. He tugged the front of his boxers down so his big dick could come free. Then we were united in a rush, his huge size filling me completely, our breaths coming out as muffled whispers.
He grabbed my ankle and positioned my foot against his chest, bending my flexible body like I was a doll, deepening the angle so he could make me feel the fullest I’d ever been. When I gave a wince at his intrusion, it only excited him. When he had me exactly where he wanted me, he grabbed me by the throat as he thrust into me, pounding into me with the power of a mountain.
I was possessed by this man, fully and utterly, and I’d never been possessed in the same way by anyone else. He marked me like a tattoo, branded me like a cow in his herd, tied an invisible leash around my throat that only the two of us could see.
“You’re mine, baby.” His fingers tightened on my throat a little more, almost cutting off my air.
His deep voice was like an addictive drug, so sexy it made me feel weak. My eyes closed, and I savored the way he spoke, locking it in the vault of my mind to treasure always.
“Say it.”
My eyes opened again.
“Say it, baby.”
“I’m yours…”
“Louder.”
I tried to project my voice with his fingers firmly against my throat. I pushed through the pressure and let my voice sing. “I’m yours.”
The valet tried to open the door for me, but Axel got there and shooed him away. “I got it.” He opened the door and gave me his hand, helping me from the low seat to my feet. When we stepped onto the sidewalk, Axel tossed the valet the keys and then guided me to the entryway. There was a line of people, another party with champagne and gowns and tuxes.
“You ever get tired of these?” I asked him.
“Not when you’re with me.” His arm moved around my waist, and he pulled me close, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
We entered the villa, the grand entryway turned into a large party with waiters and a quartet filling the room with a symphony of music.
“Whose house is this?” I asked when the waiter handed us glasses of champagne.
“Arturo Balannie. He was the mayor of Florence for many years until he retired. My parents and I used to see him all the time.”
“Will your parents be here?”
He shrugged. “Who knows?” He moved forward and spotted Arturo. “Happy birthday, Arturo. Not too many people live to be a hundred, so congratulations.”
Arturo gave him a glare, but it was mixed with affection, the way a grandfather viewed his grandkids even when they were being rowdy and impolite. “My wife sure doesn’t think I’m a hundred.”
Axel gave him a wink before he nudged him in the side. “I like your style, man. Speaking of wives…” He turned to me. “This is Scarlett.”
“I didn’t know you were married.” He shook my hand then kissed me on the cheek. “Lovely to meet you, dear.”
“We got married a couple months ago,” Axel said. “Kinda like a shotgun wedding but without the pregnancy.”
“What was the rush?” Arturo asked.
“Look at her.” Axel grinned. “When I got her to say yes, I didn’t want to give her time to change her mind.”
Arturo laughed, clearly smitten with Axel.
It was ridiculous because I knew every woman saw us together and wondered how I nabbed him. Tall, muscular, crystal-blue eyes…the guy had it all. And to top it off, he was so sweet. He seemed unreal at times, too good to be true. But somehow, he was mine—for the rest of my life, if that’s what I wanted.
They talked for a while longer before we moved on so Arturo could chat with other people who’d come to his Tuscan villa to celebrate. It was freezing outside, winter lingering, but it was like a preheated oven indoors.
“He seemed nice,” I said.
