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Her eyes dart to me quickly before she steps forward, chin high, no trace of fear.
Marco moves forward, his tone sly. “Heard you’re good with a knife. That true, or just talk?”
I stiffen. It's not harmful. It's custom for a Don's crew to test the waters with the Don's new bride. I'm not just sure I like Marco’s tone.
Fina tilts her head, teeth gleaming. “Give me yours, and I’ll show you,” she says, holding out her hand.
Marco hesitates, then laughs, but there’s newfound respect in it. Her confidence is damning, her wit slicing through their doubts.
I should be annoyed, but fuck, it’s impressive. My men are eating it up, nodding, some even grinning. She’s winning them over. It shouldn't be this way. She’s slipping into my world like she was born for it. I guess her father did teach her something.
I step forward, my temper snapping. “Enough,” I say, cutting through the chatter. “She’s here. Learn to deal with it.” My eyes lock on hers, daring her to push back, but she just raises a brow, unfazed. That fire in her eyes, the same one I tasted in her kiss, sparks something in me, and I hate it. I want her to break, to show a crack. But she’s all steel, standing tall in my hall, my men half in love with her already. It’s infuriating, how she’s untouchable. I can't seem to shake her.
And not just mentally. I want to shake her physically. I want to capture her mouth in mine and plunder it, until she's hard of breath and gasping. I want to have her on all fours right here in this hall, and ram into her hard and fast while she's moaning my name in pleasure. My cock throbs in my pants and I shift to accommodate the bulge.
This is useless. I need to brake on those wayward thoughts. I turn to my men and bark at them, “dismissed.”
They all file out, but not without casting surreptitious glances at her.
After they leave, she stays instead of leaving. Her eyes bear into mine as if she's trying to unravel me. The air is heavy with something unspoken. She says nothing, just continues to stare at me.
I break the silence. “You’re good.” My voice lowers as I step closer. “Too good.”
Her lips curve in a derisive smile. “What? Expected me to cower and hide?” Her voice is mocking. “Not my style, Enzo.”
My name on her lips is a fucking Molotov cocktail, it ignites me, calling to the feral part of me. I'd wanted her to say my name since I saw her in her father's study. Fuck. I'd wanted to tell her my name that night just so she could moan it in my ear. Hearing her say my name now cracks the wall of my resolve. It does me in. The tension that’s been simmering since that altar kiss, since that wild night four years ago, explodes.
In an instant I’m on her, pouncing like a beast. Only this time, I'm a man motivated by lust and the desperate craving for release only she can grant me.
My hands seize her hips, slamming her against the wall with a force that rattles the hall. She gasps, but her green eyes blaze with defiance. There's no trace of fear, just pure, unyielding fire and desire.
Her hands attack me. Her nails tear at my open shirt, shredding it in the same breath, scraping my chest in wild abandon. I growl as my mouth crashes onto hers, seeking the succor of her mouth, her sensuous lips.
This isn’t a kiss—it’s a goddamn war. It's lips bruising and teeth biting savagely. It's her tongue battling mine, tasting of whiskey and raw rebellion. It's a ceding of control on both our parts.I want to fuck her until she’s erased from my mind, until I’ve obliterated that night and made her scream my name so loud to everyone within hearing distance. I want to brand her and make her mine in every way there is, until she has no doubt that as long as this facade goes on, she's mine.
I sink my teeth into her lower lip, sucking it
hard into my mouth. I taste the coppery tang of blood, an apparent telling that I'd drawn it. She moans, a deep, throaty sound that shoots straight to my cock. I feel it rock-hard, pulsating and straining against my pants.
What the fuck is she doing to me? Why do I lose all control with her?
Her fingers twist in my hair and she yanks with a sting that makes me hiss. I pin her tighter, my erection grinding into her stomach, the friction maddening.
“You hate me,” I snarl into her mouth, “but your pussy’s begging for me.” I grind my cock harder against her. She rises on her toes to fit it in her middle. I stab at her. “Feel it, Fina. Feel what you do to me.”
She doesn’t answer, just bites my lip back, hard, as a way of response. Her fire matches mine. Her nails claw at my shoulders, digging into the fabric through to my skin. I feel the scrape of her nails, and I fucking love it, the pain igniting the inferno inside me.
I grab her black top. Not bothering to pull it over her head, to pull away from this all-consuming kiss, I rip it open. The fabric tears with a satisfying shred, exposing her lacy bra. I pull away then. Her eyes flick open, lust shimmering in their green depths. Her lips are red and swollen from my kisses, and her mouth is slightly open to allow a shuddering breath through it.
Mine. All mine.
Breathing hard, my pulse roaring in my ears, I stare down at her. God. She's fucking magnificent.
Her tits are straining, nipples hard as they stab through the thin material. I yank the bra down in one swift motion. Her breasts bounce free. They're pert, full and heavy, the pink buds tight and aching for my touch. They're as I remember them. They're fucking perfect.
I cup them with my hands and they fit snugly as if they're tailor made for my hands. She gasps and leans up into me as I squeeze them tight. She shuts her eyes, her pink tongue shooting out to lick her lips. My cock strains harder against my pants. I finger her nipples, twiddling them between my thumb and forefinger. She moans loudly. The sound fuels me, driving me insane.
Her hands go wilder in my hair as I lower my head to her breasts. I suck one nipple into my mouth, and she cries out. Her back arches, shoving her tit deeper as her moans echo off the stone walls. My tongue lashes it ruthlessly, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. I touch my tongue to it and she shoots off the wall, deeper into my mouth. I lap at the rosy bud, rolling it between mytongue. I lower my hands to grip her hips and pull her further into me.