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)
“Okay. Well, you have to let me go so we can do it.” All I want to do is fuck her, but she’s right.
“I love having you under me,” I admit. I love more than just that. Everything about Aria proves more and more that she was made just for me.
“Just think—after it’s all over today, you can have your way with me; otherwise, we’ll have to wait until tomorrow.”
“Very excellent point.” I press my lips to hers once and then pop off the bed. She sits up and scoots off, looking sexy as hell in that nightie. I need to buy her mother a huge gift for that one. I’m guessing she wants a lot more grandbabies. I bite back a groan and adjust my throbbing rod. What I need is a cold shower, although I don’t think that will do much good because just thinking about Aria stiffens me up.
“Staring at my ass isn’t going to get you dressed any faster.” She’s a bad girl for sure, enjoying every second of my torture. I’ll return the favor later.
“I’m going to make you pay for it later, bella. Go get dressed so I don’t bend you over.” I walk to the closet and pull out a freshly cleaned suit while she saunters past me to her side, looking through the pretty sundresses.
I quickly exit before I see what she selects. I don’t need any more temptation, and Aria is my sole temptress, beckoning me without even being aware of the impact she has on men. I’ve glared at and threatened many men over the past two years.
Slipping into the bathroom, I shower and get ready. By the time I step out, Aria’s sitting on the bed, looking gorgeous in her pale blue flowery sundress that hugs her ample chest and shows off her slender shoulders that I ache to bite.
“You look beautiful, Aria. As always, of course. Let us go down to the kitchen for some breakfast, and then we can talk to your parents and mine.” She nods, and I take her hand, leading us downstairs. Several of my men are stationed around the house, each of them keeping their eyes to the ground when my wife passes. I’ve warned every single one of them that she’s my queen and demands the utmost respect and protection.
“Good morning, Dom,” Nero says. “Good morning, Mrs. Bianchi.”
“Aria, amore, this is my second-in-command and cousin, Nero Bianchi.”
“Hello, Nero, and it’s Aria.” He looks to me for approval with her name.
“Seeing that he’s my cousin, it’s okay for him to call you Aria. The rest of my men will address you as Mrs. Bianchi.”
“Even though we’re not….”
“Woman, I swear you’re asking for me to redden that ass of yours.”
“I’m pretty sure I’ve flat-out put it on you, but nothing,” she huffs.
“Only a few more hours.”
“It’s twenty-six hours, to be exact,” Nero adds.
“Actually, that’s something we plan to change. No discussion, and we need to speak to our parents, but we are going to cancel the wedding. My queen doesn’t think it’s in good taste to continue with an elaborate celebration at this time.”
“Smart. Should I send out the notifications? I’ve actually been contacted by many of the families, and they send their condolences about the bombing and deaths. They’ve asked about the wedding, but I had no information on that.”
“Inform them it’s canceled due to the circumstances.” He nods and walks away.
“Come on, and let’s break the news to our parents who are anxious to throw a true Italian wedding.” She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. I can’t blame them, though; I wanted it special for Aria as well.
“There you two are,” my mother says, coming up to us for a hug.
“Sweetie, we’ve been talking about the wedding. It’s not like we can have it at our estate tomorrow.”
“Actually, Domani and I wanted to talk about that. With everything going on and the loss of his men, we believe that we should cancel the wedding and reception.”
“Whoa…”
“No, she’s still marrying me, but we think it should be super private—and today.”
“Is that what you want, piccolina?”
“Yes, Papa. It was my idea.”
“Well, we could do it, but what of all the guests?”
“The fire has already had the phones ringing off the hook, so we notify them that it’s been postponed. Besides, we could still have people coming after us.”
The rest of the morning, Aria and I part to get a lot more work done. If she's around me, all I want to do is hold and kiss her. My brother and cousin will stand in as my best men while our staff watch us marry on our grand staircase. By the end of the morning, every guest has been contacted and informed that nothing has been scheduled due to the unfortunate events. They all understand, but many wondered why I don’t still just marry her. Aria Grasso is an heiress, and there could have been plenty of suitors if I hadn't made it clear that I'd shoot anyone in the other families if they approached her father for a deal. I informed everyone there would be a war.