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Isleep on the private jet ride to Rhode Island, waking up only once, with Bastian watching me from the seat opposite.

He hasn’t uttered a word since Soho.

Neither have I—because I’m nervous, confused, and slightly aroused. He literally hunted me down, then tossed me over his shoulder like an invading barbarian. Like his sole focus is on possessing me, which is crazy. Why insist I plan my wedding? I’m kinky, but I’ve limits. No way will I be passed between him and his son.

I arrive at the estate without the clarity I need.

His man escorts me to the guest room while Bastian disappears into his office.

I wait, and wait. Overwhelmed by a barrage of questions. Will he come? Does he want me? Why bother with me at all? What’s he thinking?

Indecision overrides my growing urgency.

Until suddenly, a ray of clarity kicks down the doors of confusion. What about you, Alessia? What do you want?

And the answer is the same as it’s always been.

Him.

CHAPTER48

BASTIAN

Aman can be tempted only for so long.

And I’m done denying myself.

The little tease freezes, sensing my presence. She’s inside my bedroom, offering herself up for the taking. That’s exactly what I have in mind for the little seductress. To take, and keep taking, until my hunger quiets.

“I … um … didn’t see you there.” Her beautiful blue eyes suggest otherwise, that her appearance inside my room is intentional. Innocent, yet so fucking naughty. “I was just—”

“Go put on your wedding dress.”

Her eyebrows shoot up.

I stare at her hard, daring her to ask why.

Her throat bobs, but then she hurries off toward the guest room. I pace my room, waiting for all the reasons I shouldn’t do what I’m going to do to race through my mind. Instead, a calmness washes over me. Whether I’ve acknowledged it or not, everything leading up to this moment was meant to be.

Alessia returns, her wedding dress still on the fucking hanger.

“I saidon.”

“Okay,” she replies, breathless.

“Nothing underneath, capisci?”

She hums with excitement as she strips. My baby’s as twisted as I am.

My cock swells at the sight of her. Long legs, tight ass, cute snatch, big fucking breasts, hesitant smile, and eyes eager with anticipation—I’ll never grow bored of the view.

She slides the gown up her body. “Will you zip me in?”

I pull the zipper into place.

She turns. “What now?”