Page 36 of The Mafia Marriage Contract

Kingston brushes his lips against the shell of my ear, sending a shiver through me. “I like these moments when you tell me your darkest desires.”

Cocky bastard.

I arch a brow and smirk. “Major ick, Kingston. You sound like a try hard villain in a romance novel that bored housewives hide in their knicker drawers.”

“Funny.” He smiles. “You strike me as the kind of girl who gets turned on by literature. There’s something about a woman talking dirty in an Irish accent that gets me hard.”

I don’t flinch.

But Idosmile.

“Aw,” I whisper, my tone sugary enough to rot his teeth, “I thought you only got hard by the sound of your own voice.”

I bat my lashes, stepping back just enough to reclaim some space.

“But hey,” I add, tossing a wink as I turn toward the exit, “we didn’t sign up for chitchat about what gets your dick growling. Go pay someone to suck that monster off.”

His hand wraps around my wrist, spinning me back into him, and my spine meets the cool marble of the kitchen island. His other hand braces beside my head, caging me in.

Not touching. Not yet.

Butthere.

His firm body presses against mine, and theheatof him floods through me like he lit a match over gasoline. My pulse races. My breath catches. Because he’s too close. And I hate that I want him to push me to a place where I’d drop to my knees for him.

His mouth dips close to mine, his voice deep and intimate. “There will be no mistress.”

My breath stalls. His eyes drop to my mouth for a second, then lift again—dark, burning.

“And you won’t have anyone else either, Livvie. Not my brother. Not your shadow from the past. No one. Just me.”

The words settle in my chest as a claim. Loud and clear.

He pushes off me and begins to walk away like he didn’t just flip my world on its axis. Then he pauses, glancing back over his shoulder.

“That’s how this marriage will work, princess,” he adds, smirking faintly. “You’ll satisfy me, and I’ll sure as fuck make sure the building knows you’re satisfied. Wear a sexy little dress tonight, we’re hitting the jazz bar as husband and wife.”

12

KINGSTON

My eyes trace over Livvie’s curves as she bends to slide onto the leather couch in a darkened corner of Clydz, the jazz bar I like to frequent.

The music helps to clear my head of the mass amounts of bullshit I have to deal with on a daily basis as my father’s second-in-command. And since our sham wedding, there’s been a hell of a lot more noise reverberating between my ears than normal.

I can think of plenty of other, more preferable ways to relieve the stress of my current reality. But my new bride has sharp fucking fangs, and I’ll get a hell of a lot more satisfaction out of fucking her senseless when she begs for it.

I resist the urge to lick my lips as she settles into the semicircle booth. I said to wear a sexy little dress and for once, she fucking listened. The deep red color pops against her creamy skin, the deep neckline plunging between her lush tits. It’s short and tight, leaving barely anything to my twisted and torrid imagination.

She slants me a glare. “Looks like you’ve got something to say. I’d think twice about letting any comment hit air.”

My lips lift into a half smirk. “I was just gonna say I like the outfit. You did good.”

Her eyes widen and she clutches her hand to her chest in mock glee. “Oh, I’m so happy to have pleased you, Master,” she gushes, her words laced with sarcasm.

Snarky. Christ, now I really wanna bend her over the side of the table.

I shrug. “I was just giving you a compliment. Figured a lady would accept it graciously.”