Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Maybe it would be nice to have the king on his knees.
Sexually frustrated, I climb off my bed and begin digging out a new pair of panties. The thing is, half my room has already been packed. I have two days until that sexy beast becomes my husband, and I’m a mess about it. Going into my bathroom, I change and check my hair. It’s long with a perfect wave to it. I apply my killer red lipstick—my favorite—and just enough eyeliner and mascara to accentuate my eyes. When I step outside the room, my usual guard is gone and a woman is in his place. “Mrs. Bianchi, I’m your new guard, Torres.”
“What happened to John?”
“The boss has changed your guards. I don’t know why.” We go down the stairs, and Domani is standing there waiting with my parents and my sister. Gloria’s husband pops up a minute later. He’s the head of the Irish mafia, and it brought a truce to the families when they got together two years ago.
“A start in the right direction,” Domani says; he takes my hand, and I feel the metal slide across my finger. It’s heavy but warm, as if he’s been holding it in his hand this whole time. “Come, now. Let’s go. We have a large feast prepared for this special occasion.” I do my best not to stare at the diamond that I had on my Pinterest page. It was the only page I was allowed to have, and I went full out on it. It seems so did Domani.
Domani takes my hand, twining our fingers together as my father and mother head out. We’re the last to go, and that’s when he leans in and whispers, “I’m hoping you’re gonna be a really good girl. I want your taste on my tongue.” His teeth nip at my earlobe, and shivers run down my body.
He straightens up and mutters to himself, “Fuck, this is going to be a long weekend.”
Chapter Three
Domani
She attempts to hide her excitement as she looks down at the killer million-dollar ring on her finger. Her eyes meet mine, and I know that she’s pleased and surprised. It stiffens my cock to the point of needing readjustment. When her mother addresses her, I take a moment to turn and fix myself. When I face her again, I take her hand in mine and lead her out of the house.
It feels so good to touch her. It’s a simple thing that holds so much emotion for me. I bury men for crossing me, but this woman here makes me a marshmallow. She has no idea she has me by the balls. My bride doesn’t want to marry me, but I don’t give two fucks because one day I’ll make her fall in love with me.
Two long years of fighting the urge to claim her as mine. Yes, she was too young for me, but when I saw her, I had no idea that she wasn’t an adult. When I learned, I made her father a promise that I’d keep my distance as long as she was to be my queen. Deals made, men warned, and now time is up.
In two days, she’ll be my wife, even though she’s been my wife in my heart from day one.
It started here on the Grasso estate. Two years later, and I finally get to touch her, taste her, and soon make her mine in every way.
I might have kept her from us actually meeting until today, but I didn’t keep my distance, always watching my queen with my men nearby at all times. Twice she nearly fell prey to other men, and I made quick work of them. Aria believes that her father’s men broke that kid’s arm for daring to touch my queen, but I enjoyed the pleasure myself. His men brought the little fuck to me. If he had kissed her, I’d kill him. Her first kiss belongs to me, so I let him go with a warning to stay away from her or I’d make his subsequent punishment permanent.
I assist her into the vehicle before taking the seat beside her as my driver closes the door behind me. My eyes linger on Aria as she adjusts her dress that rode up as she sat down on the leather. “You look stunning, Aria.”
She whips her head my way and smiles. “Thank you, Mr. Bianchi.”
“It’s Domani, amore mia.” A scowl comes over her face before she softens it and sits closer to me. That’s good, because it’s what I want.
“Domani,” she purrs intentionally against my ear. “Just so you know…I’m not gonna play nice with the devil. If you betray me with another woman, I’ll gladly cut off your dick and serve it to her for dinner.” The deadly warning off her lips is an aphrodisiac. Fuck, I love this woman more and more with every passing day.