Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
We slowly lower onto the table, and he releases me, only to tower over me and spread my legs wide as he positions himself between them.
“Do you see the wealth around you, Tesoro?”
I nod.
“I enjoy wandering these halls and adoring the beauty of what I own.”
He brings his cock down to my slit and slides it up and down my wetness until he’s fully hard again. My God, this man can just keep on going if he wants something desperately, and I’m both impressed and scared for my life, because if this is what I’m in for … it’s going to be one hell of a ride to keep up with him and his libido.
“I want to look at you when I fuck you, Tesoro. Because I like admiring the things I own. And I will make your moans ring through these halls every day from now on.”
Fuck.
My cheeks turn red hot as he pushes the tip inside.
“Are you mine, Tesoro?” he asks.
“Yes. A million times, yes.”
The devilish smirk on his face is so goddamn hot it still makes me want to fan myself, and when he thrusts into me again, my back arches. I’m immediately smothered in delicious kisses that threaten to take my breath away, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
“Ti amo,” he whispers between kisses, then thrusts in again.
He loves me.
“Ti amo,” he whispers again, right at the second thrust, and with every added thrust, he repeats himself over and over again. My mind is reeling because it’s being bombarded with both love and the undying need to come again as he curves up against my G-spot, sending delicious shocks through my body.
“Fuck, yes, I love you too, Matteo,” I whimper, my pussy throbbing with need.
He buries himself inside, pressing against my most sensitive spot, and I’m nearly ready to lose it again just from the way he’s fucking me right now.
“Then promise me forever,” he says, pausing deep inside me.
I blink a couple of times. “But we’re already married.”
“Against your wishes. It wasn’t the real thing.” He plants a few delicate kisses near my collarbone and then on top of my chest, right where my heart sits. “I didn’t have this heart …”
“You have me, heart and soul,” I reply.
His cock still throbs deep inside, both of us on the verge of coming again.
“Then marry me.”
I stare at him for a few seconds.
“For real this time. No one else’s wedding. No one else’s ring. No one else’s wife.” With each word, he adds another kiss. “I want all of you for myself.”
I grin. “Greedy.”
“I am greedy. I warned you,” he says, grinning back.
“My answer is still yes.”
“Good. Because I intend to adorn and display what I own proudly, wife.”
He grabs the ring that’s secured around my neck and uses it as a leash to drag me up to his lips to kiss me, only to thrust in so deeply that my eyes open wide mid-kiss. I fall apart right there and then, a throbbing mess of an orgasm, while I slowly dissolve into a puddle in his arms.
Exactly where I was always meant to be.
MATTEO
Weeks later
The moment Stella walks onto the aisle, adorned with flowers in that eye-catching, flowy wedding dress engraved with crystals, my jaw drops. Her beauty still takes my breath away, no matter how many times I’ve already seen her.
I can’t believe this gorgeous woman is about to be my wife … for the second time.
I swallow away the lump in my throat as she approaches with that same pretty smile on her face that makes my heart beat faster. When Stella finally reaches the altar, her mother releases her hand, and she sits down beside my brother, who gives her a quick smile and a nod. I haven’t spoken to either of them yet, but the smiles on their faces tell me enough.
This time, it’s all about love instead of war and vengeance. And my God, the amount of love I feel for this woman who quite literally saved me from a fate worse than death is beyond this world.
“You look beautiful in that dress,” I tell her.
“And you look handsome in that tux.”
I lean in to whisper, “I can’t wait to tear it off your body.”
She giggles and hides her embarrassment behind her bouquet.
In the crowd, Franco gives a gentle wave, and I smile back. I’m glad he’s on his feet again with no lasting injuries, and that he came to see us at our second wedding. Even Sarah and Leticia and all of my other staff have shown up, and it warms my heart when Stella gives them a gentle wave.
The pastor begins his talk, but I’m not even listening, because all I can focus on is that we’re here again, and that this time I’m marrying someone who actually loves me, instead of someone who hates my guts.