Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Luca moves onto his back, his arm tightening around my shoulder. I wait for him to get comfortable before resting my cheek on his chest.
He inhales deeply, then lets the breath out slowly before saying, “While we were at the club, you got brave because of the alcohol and asked me why we weren’t friends. I said it was because of the line you drew between us –”
I lift my head and frown at him. “I didn’t draw a line between us. It was you.”
He lets out a chuckle. “We both made the wrong assumptions about each other.”
I lie back down, muttering, “Assumptions are the mother of all fuck ups.”
“Couldn’t agree more.” He resumes brushing his fingers over my back. “Anyway, one thing led to another, and you kissed me.”
My eyebrow darts up. “Good for me.”
Laughing at my remark, he continues. “We took a walk. I was hoping to clear your mind enough so we could talk about us, but then you spotted a chapel, dragged my ass there, and ordered Elvis to marry us.”
“Elvis?”
“Yep. It was very romantic.”
“I’m sure.”
“Anyway,” Luca says. He takes hold of my chin, nudging my face up so I’ll look at him. “We had a mobster wedding, which you found hilarious, said our vows, kissed, and on the way back to the hotel, you passed out.”
“A mobster wedding,” I deadpan. “Seriously?”
“Hey, I wanted the Dracula theme, but you insisted we get the mob one for the shits and giggles of it.”
I let out a burst of laughter. “Damn, I wish I could remember it.” Then my facial expression grows serious. “What were your vows?” My eyes widen. “Shit, what did I say to you?”
Luca has a broad smile on his face as he says, “You told me you can’t cook to save your life but that you’re amazing in bed.”
“Really,” I mutter. “Those were my vows?”
“It was cute.” His eyes warm on my face. “You also told me you loved me.”
My lips part with shock. “You knew all along.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t say anything because I wanted to hear the words from you when you were ready.”
I pull a disgruntled face. “That’s cheating. You knew about my feelings while I had no idea about yours.”
“I got lucky,” he jokes, then he gives me a look that’s filled with all the love he feels for me. “You’re the only woman for me, Mariya. I’ve waited patiently while building my empire. The only thing missing from my life is you. Everything I have…” He presses a kiss to my mouth. “Everything I am…” Another kiss. “Is yours, Mariya.”
An emotional smile tugs at my lips. “Were those your vows?”
He nods, then tilts his head. “Will you marry me again, amore mio?”
My chin starts to tremble as I nod. “Yes, Luca. I’ll marry you again.”
He pushes me onto my back, moves over me, and bracing a forearm beside my head, his mouth nips at mine. “Christ, how’s it possible to love someone as much as I love you?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper, lifting my hands and cupping his jaw. “Sometimes, it feels like I might explode from all the love in my heart.”
“I know another way to make you explode,” he grumbles playfully as his hand slips between my legs.
“Hmm, I like the sound of that.”
His fingers begin to massage the sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs that only responds to his touch.
The way he touches me makes me feel intoxicated. My mind empties of all thoughts, my attention one hundred percent on my husband and what he does to me.
When the needy whimper slips over my lips, Luca’s eyes darken until they’re black.
My hands brush down the expanse of his back, enjoying the feel of his muscles rippling with every move.
Our eyes lock, and the possessiveness in Luca’s makes me feel protected and loved. He makes me feel like a queen.
His queen.
“Luca,” I whisper, the warmth of having his attention solely focused on me spreading through my entire being. “I need you inside me. Now.”
He grins, knowing precisely what he does to me. He moves over me and settles between my legs, then thrusts against my needy core.
“Without clothes,” I mutter.
“So impatient,” he breathes, but then he gives me what I want as he pulls my panties down my legs and removes his sweatpants. He crawls back over me, and our eyes lock together before he enters me with a long, hard thrust.
“Yes,” I moan, sparks of ecstasy already rippling through me.
God, I love connecting with Luca on such an intimate level.
He grinds his pelvis against mine, and staying buried inside me, the thrusts are short and hard. The orgasm hits hard, the power of it rendering me speechless. My nails dig into his skin, my lips part on a silent scream, my body unable to move.
“Christ,” he rasps. “I love the way you come for me, baby.”