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)
“Domani.”
“Relax. I want to taste my wife’s pussy before I stretch out her perfectly tight core, filling her with my sons,” he commands and my body responds, gushing between my thighs as I open for him. He slinks down, grabbing the hem of my panties and yanks, tearing them from my body. He wastes no time getting down on his stomach as he swipes his tongue along my slit. My breath catches as pleasure shoots through me. His deft fingers tease my opening, pushing one digit inside me and testing my ability to stay in control. My hands dig into the mattress, clutching the sheets.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
“Domani, don’t stop.”
“Never.” I cry out, gripping his head with my thighs as I come on his tongue and fingers. He pumps into me as I squirt all over his face. Licking me once more, he pulls back and slides his boxers off, freeing that huge cock of his. I want it in me, but I’m not sure it’s gonna fit.
He kisses his way up my body until the tip is at my entrance. I take a deep breath before he pushes into me and then through my innocence. I cry out, feeling the burning stretch until his mouth claims mine. A moan slips out as I adjust. “Sorry, my queen. It will be over soon.”
“It’s getting better. You’re just so big.”
He chuckles and smiles. “Thank you.” We kiss as he moves slowly in and out. Finally the pain passes, and pleasure replaces it. “God, you’re so damn beautiful.”
I marvel at his handsome, muscular build, raking my nails over his biceps as he takes me, owns me. The sensation of being his fills me up as we both come. Domani clings to me, wrapping me up in his arms, and he flips onto his back so I rest on his broad chest where his heart beats out of control.
I thought I loved him before, but now I’m sure I’m in real danger of him destroying my heart.
****
We’ve been married a full week and I find myself always wanting to hunt my husband down and kiss his lips. That’s why I’m now sitting in the library reading a book, or at least trying to. I was supposed to help my mom sort through my things, but I kept getting distracted, so she sent me away and went to have tea with Mrs. Bianchi. I put down the book because it does no good when all I can do is think about Domani. I’m always thinking about him, which makes me pretty pathetic. I’ve been fascinated since the day in the limo, and now I’m his bride. One he’s already killed for. Franco died because he wanted me to the point of attacking the Bianchi Family.
What I don’t understand is why Franco had to do what he did? I hardly knew him, and I never felt any feelings toward anyone but Domani.
I gasp. “Domani broke his arm.” All those years ago, it was Domani who taught him a lesson. One he refused to learn. But why was Domani the one to do that?
Rushing out of the library, needing answers, I nearly collide with my father. “Sweetheart, is something wrong?”
“Yes. Why did Domani break Franco’s arm in the first place?”
“Because he tried to kiss you.”
“No. I mean why would Domani be involved in that incident when we were only promised to each other less than a month ago? And don’t lie to me.”
“He wanted you protected from the day he requested to marry you.”
“Day he requested…that was weeks ago.” Even as I say it, I know it’s not the case. My father can’t hide the truth in his eyes. “He’s the reason I never got to enjoy hanging out with friends and why I had to be homeschooled. He wanted me isolated.”
Angry, I try to storm away, but my dad grabs my arm, stopping me. “Wait. We need to talk, Aria.”
“Two years too late. Excuse me.” He lets go of my arm, and I head in to find my husband. My blood boils with every step closer. I point to my guard and snarl, “Don’t follow me.” She backs up and stays put.
Chapter Eight
Domani
It’s been a week since we married, and I can’t express how happy this woman has made me. I’d planned a honeymoon for us, but with the deaths of my men, Aria demanded we cancel it. She has been a pillar of strength when it comes to handling the arrangements, making sure our men get their proper burials and their families are well taken care of.
I knew she had it in her to be amazing. Everything about Aria makes me fucking happy, and the sex has been incredible and often to the point that I’m sure her pussy has to be sore from how often I’m balls deep in her. What I wouldn’t give to get away just the two of us somewhere secluded where I can spend days worshipping her and spoiling her with no eyes lurking around.