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Just as the climax rushed into my system, he fisted my perfectly coiffed hair, tugging me upright so he could crush his entire mouth over mine. Every muscle was deadlocked, every tendon stretched as the orgasmic moment swept through me.

I was pitched into a sea of lust and continued need that left me panting and unbridled.

The wave was incredible, leaving me with vibrant stars running across my field of vision. I was still riding the tsunami-like surf when his body stiffened even more.

“Fuck. Yes!” Unable to help himself, he bellowed the two words before laughing softly as he erupted deep inside. When he finally lowered his head, his eyes now hooded, I sensed a change in him.

Or maybe it was within myself.

And for some reason, I had to ask a single question.

“What the hell are we doing?”

* * *

Alejandro

I hadn’t gone into the room with the intention of fucking my soon to be wife. In fact, that had been the farthest thing from my mind. The necklace was the single suggestion I’d taken from Don Lupini, figuring it wouldn’t hurt since a ruby was her favorite gem. That was the last suggestion the man would make about my wife.

Things were chilly between us, the conversation awkward. However, I’d made my point and as of yet, Matheas hadn’t attempted to challenge my warning. That was a good thing. I wasn’t in the mood to play games with anyone.

“You look stressed,” Gio said just before I headed down the aisle to take my place. Carmella’s half-brother, Michael was serving as my best man, her half-sister as the maid of honor. While the procession was small, the guest list was extensive.

“I am. I don’t like this. Is everything in place?” I’d made certain decisions on my own, keeping the details locked down. Whether or not I used the alternative plan would remain undetermined. But I’d know when and if it was needed.

He nodded and did what I was doing, scanning the crowd from the back of the church. “Yes, just as you ordered. Don Santorelli might be furious with the change in plans. You know Don Lupini will be incensed.”

“As if I care. Our Don will thank me should I manage to save his family.”

“Now, your family.”

“Don’t remind me,” I said through gritted teeth.

“By the way, you smell like sex.” He grinned and I gave him a hard look, refusing to respond. Her scent lingered, her perfume firmly imbedded into my nostrils.

Goddamn, the woman had been wet.

“She does belong to me, Gio. Stay alert. Come to me if you notice anything.”

“Will do. Good luck.”

Luck wasn’t what I needed. I took long strides down the red velvet carpet, keeping my eyes pinned on the stained-glass replica of Christ holding court on the back wall. It felt blasphemous as hell to be inside the church. I was almost surprised my body hadn’t burst into flames.

I still couldn’t wrap my mind around the edges of the carnage about to develop even though the taste of her sweet pussy lingered in my mouth and on my tongue. My cock ached from the roughness in the way I’d taken her. But the throbbing wasn’t about pain, but the need to repeat the actions all over again.

The church was filled with useless people, all of whom were carrying plastic smiles like the one Carmella had worn for days. She was beautiful, more so now that I’d had a chance to fuck her.

But I sensed the intelligent, vivacious woman would never kowtow to me or anyone else. The thought kept me hot all over.

I wasn’t religious in the least, although my mother had been a devout Catholic. As the priest droned on and on, the ceremony grating on my nerves, I studied Carmella’s face. It was flushed from our act of aggressive passion as well as uncertainty about what the fuck was going on.

The one thing I’d come to realize was that her compliance was absolutely critical in how the next hand was played. If she acted as if hatred was the only thing on her mind, I couldn’t put it past her to divulge information that was privy to the two family organizations. That simply couldn’t be allowed.

Did I truly believe fucking her once like some animal was going to keep her in line? Hell, no. What I did hope was that she’d be more compliant to discussions instead of constant bickering.

Even then I had my doubts.

When the priest finally made it to the part of us exchanging our vows, I decided to spice things up a little by tugging her still wet thong from my pocket. Only she could see the act, unless the priest was paying close attention, but her face and neck became inflamed immediately anyway.