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Margot

I wake up to kisses along my shoulder and the sweet smell of coffee.

“Mhmm,” is all I manage.

“Good morning to you too, sweetheart. I hate to wake you after keeping you up so late, but we’ve got plans.” I can hear the grin in his voice when he says it.

Once I’d woken up from my nap, I ate brunch and hung out with Benny while Matty worked. We barely made it through dinner before we were sprinting to our room. It’s hard to focus on eating with Matty’s fingers inside me.

We spent hours fucking until I passed out. At some point, probably around two a.m., I woke to his mouth on my pussy, noisily devouring me like a man starved. After coming again on his tongue, he fucked me once more before we fell back asleep.

Now, my whole body is sore in places I didn’t even know had muscles. It just makes me want him again .

But not now. I burrow deeper into the blankets with a low hum. I’m not ready to wake up. Not even the seductive smell of coffee tempts me enough to open my eyes.

He lets out a deep laugh at my refusal to rise, leans in, and gives me another kiss. “Sweetheart, you need to get up.”

He starts pulling the blanket down until the cool air hits my bare skin and makes me shiver. I yank the covers back over my head.

“No! Leave me alone.” I grunt at him.

He chuckles again, and winning the tug-of-war, pulls the blanket down until my ear is exposed. “Come on, sweet girl. You need to get ready. We’re going to family dinner at my parents. My mom wants us there at noon, before the animals that are my brothers show up.”

I freeze.

Oh. My. God.

Family dinner. His mom. His brothers.

I can’t do this!

Yes, you can. You already met Roman.

“What?” I whisper. Praying he’s joking.

“Sweetheart, we have to get ready. We don’t have much time.” He doesn’t sound rushed. Or annoyed. Just calm.

“What time is it?”

“It’s ten a.m., so we have a little over an hour before we need to leave.”

“WHAT!” I shriek.

I leap out of bed, and bump into him, sending the coffee flying. I don’t even care. An hour isn’t long enough. I don’t have anything to wear. What the hell am I going to do?

This is bad. So, so bad.

I’m going to show up looking like a slouch and his mom is going to hate me. What if his family doesn’t approve? What if they think I’m not good enough for him? I mean… am I ?

Shut up. He’s lucky to have you. Now go get ready.

“Calm down, sweetheart.” He sounds amused.

Fuck him. What about this is funny?

“CALM DOWN? How can you just spring this on me!” I’m shouting, full meltdown mode activated.

“I only just found out. My mom invited us yesterday,” he says like that helps.

“YESTERDAY!” I screech. “You’ve known for a whole day, and you’re telling me now? An hour before we need to leave?”

He looks at me like I’ve grown a second head.

“We were a little busy yesterday. I was… distracted.” He smirks. Like sex could fix this.

“YOU WERE DISTRACTED? This is a disaster! I don’t have anything to wear.

Your family is going to hate me, and then you’ll hate me and dump me.

Are we even dating? Can you dump someone you’re not dating?

Oh my God. What are we even going to tell them?

That you kidnapped me? There’s literally no version of this that ends well. I don’t think we sh–”

He strides across the room and shuts me up with a kiss. A sweet, soft one.

“No one’s going to hate you,” he says against my lips. “Honestly, I think my mom is already planning our wedding. Roman told her you’re lovely. My brothers will like you too.”

I narrow my eyes. “Roman said I’m lovely ?”

“I don’t know what words he actually used, but that’s what my mom took from it.

Sweetheart, everyone will love you.” He leans back, eyes scanning me with something close to awe.

“Wear that blue and white striped dress you have. It looks great on you but doesn’t show too much.

No one gets to see you. And it’ll cover my marks.

This is the only time I’ll let you hide my claim.

” His voice dips low and dark, and he gestures to my neck.

“We’ll go shopping later this week. Get you new clothes. ”

I glance down. Purple hickeys dot my neck like I’m a damn teenager. I look ridiculous.

You look like you’re his.

My heart swells at the thought.

He knows what dresses you own. He has a favorite. He’s so gone for you.

I smile at my inner tramp’s declaration.

I’m just as gone for him.