Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
“I want to be your wife.”
His mouth crashes down on mine. I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he thrusts all the way in me. The pain is sharp, but the connection of having him inside me is more overpowering than anything else. I cling to him, my body adjusting to my husband’s size.
Tears escape from my eyes. Antonio kisses them away. “I’m sorry.” He says those words so easily. Without hesitation. He really is so different from all the men I’ve ever met in my life. They would never in a million years show sympathy, because they consider it weakness.
“I’m okay,” I reassure him. Honestly, I’m not sure if my tears are from the pain or because of all these emotions swirling around inside of me.
“Say it again. Say you're my wife.” He lifts, bracing himself with one arm to loom over me.
“I’m your wife.” He pulls out and thrusts back in.
“Again,” he orders.
“I’m your wife.” This time I meet his thrust, his cock sliding in and out of me.
“I need you with me.” His hand slips between us, his fingers going to my clit. He strokes me as he keeps driving in and out.
“Antonio,” I gasp. He shifts his cock, hitting somewhere deeper inside of me, triggering another orgasm.
“Angel!” He groans my name as he spills his release into me. His body jerks against mine as he keeps coming. My sex flutters around his cock, locking down around him. A string of curses leaves Antonio before he drops on top of me, giving me his weight.
I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding him close.
What has this man done to me? He’s making me love him. That’s what he’s doing. I might not be as in control as I thought.
15
ANTONIO
“They want a meeting.” Gilly leans back in his chair and sips a whiskey.
“Where?” I ask.
“Carlino’s downtown.”
It’s neutral territory, or at least it used to be. That doesn’t mean a meet-up is a good idea. It’s been a week since I married Angelica. Six days since I sent the heads of Constantine Larone’s men back to him. After Butcher dropped them off, it’s been silent. They know who sent them.
“You can agree to the meet, and I’ll show up and handle business.” Butcher smirks.
“As wonderful as that bloodbath sounds, Fernando–”
His smirk turns to a scowl when I use his real name.
“I don’t think I’m starting off on the right foot if I murder my bride’s father in cold blood when he’s made an offering of peace.” As much as I want him dead for attacking us after the ceremony, I’m also interested to know why he did it. If it was just the money, that’s one thing. But is there something else in the old man’s head that might prove more dangerous? I don’t know. But I need to find out.
“Does she even like Constantine?” Gilly asks.
“No. He wasn’t kind to her.” I force my hands to relax from where they’re fisting the arms of my chair. I still remember the bruises that darkened her side. They’re almost gone now, only faint yellow marks remaining. I’ve kissed them more times than I can count. I can’t seem to get enough of my new bride. In fact, I want her right now.
“Accept the meeting.”
“Antonio–”
I cut Gilly off. “This is necessary. If I snub my nose at them, they’ll escalate, and that could put Angelica in danger. If it’s a higher dowry they’re after, then I’ll pay it. I don’t give a shit about the money.”
Gilly stares at me, and he doesn’t even have to make his argument. I already know what it is.
“I know you’re worried this will jeopardize us or seem weak. I get it.” In fact, I feel like a record playing on the wrong track simply because I haven’t gone and gutted Constantine myself. But with Angelica in the mix, things are different now. I have to think about her. “Constantine has another daughter, Angelica’s sister. She’s still under his roof and under his thumb.”
Butcher shrugs. “No one’s going to hurt some silly little mafia princess.”
“Constantine will.” I stay firm. “If he can use Bianca to get at Angelica, he will.” I don’t tell them, but I spent several hours talking to Angelica about her sister a few nights ago. She’s worried about her, especially given the fact her father has proven himself to be a man who’ll sacrifice his own family if it means he gets what he wants. She hasn’t been able to contact her at all, her phone rejecting all calls and texts. Angel is worried.
“So we take out Constantine.” Butcher crosses his arms over his wide chest.
“Stop thinking with your cleaver.” Gilly sighs. “We can’t kill Constantine unless he makes the first move.”
“Shooting up the honeymoon car wasn’t the first move?” Butcher raises a brow.