Mafia Wedding (Criminal Billionaires #3) Read Online Marian Tee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Criminal Billionaires Series by Marian Tee
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Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 50080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
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"About what?"

"They saw me. The real me—-"

"And we're glad you're who and what you are, because you were the one who stopped Suzanne from fleeing."

"But what I did to her..." I show him my hands, where bits of the other woman's flesh are still under my nails, but Rake only smiles coldly.

"Do you remember what she did to Yiorgos' dog?"

His words immediately put things in perspective, and I suddenly feel I haven't made Suzanne pay enough for her crimes.

"You did what you had to. And most importantly—-you kept yourself alive for me."

The sudden roughness of his voice doesn't escape me, and that's when I realize this is finally it.

"I love you," I say simply.

The right moment for other couples usually come when they've shed tears. But for people like Rake and me, the right moment is when we've shed blood, and we see for ourselves that nothing has changed.

A smile cracks over Rake's lips. "I love you, too, and...I have to say that I kinda saw this coming."

"This?"

"You told me you'd never be the type to scream 'I love you' when having sex."

I do remember saying that, but...

"So that's when I figured you'd likely be the type to say the words when one of us has either killed or is about to kill someone else—-"

Oh.

"And I love it," he says fiercely, "so don't you ever fucking change."

I have no chance to tell him he's being weird, with his mouth already covering mine and his tongue thrusting past my lips.

Oh, Rake.

The local police has finally arrived, and even though I can literally hear them reading Suzanne her rights, Rake and I go on kissing like a pair of horny teenagers out on their first date. I think this is Rake's way of making me just as vulgar as he is...and while this is a secret I'll carry to my grave, I won't have him any other way as well.

Epilogue

KAYRA IS ALREADY HITCHING her gown up even before the privacy window has fully slid closed, and all I can do is groan as she impales herself on my straining cock.

"Where the fuck are your panties?" I demand hoarsely as she starts riding me like the expert horsewoman that she is.

"I didn't wear one—-"

"What the hell?"

"I hate wasting money, and you keep ripping them off every time we leave the house."

This is probably a good time to remind her that she isn't exactly engaged to someone struggling to pay their bills, but when I see Kayra throw her head back with a moan—-

Ah, fuck.

The cost of her underwear is something we can discuss later on. Right now, the only thing I can think about is how glorious my future wife looks as she fucks me harder and faster—-

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The moment I feel my body start to tighten, I reach up to squeeze her breasts hard, and by the time I pinch her nipples, it's over for the both of us—-

God, fuck, yes!

She cups my face and kisses me as she cums, and I suck on her tongue as my cock fills her pussy with my cum.

Kayra collapses against my chest as the tremors of pleasure begin to fade, and it's moments like this that I know I'm seeing a side of her no one else will ever see.

As hard as it may be to believe, my future wife just loves to snuggle like the feral little kitten that she is, and because it's my privilege as her lover to fucking tease her as much as I can—-

I tip her chin up, and her face contorts in a grimace as I brush her hair away with exaggerated tenderness.

"I love you."

She turns green upon hearing this, but because she's gotten it into her head that love is all about being ridiculously sweet—-

"I love you, too."

Kayra nearly gags at the end, and she's still grossed out even by the time our limousine finally cruises to a stop.

Her gaze turns wary when she realizes I've taken her to the club I co-own with my friends, but it's when I throw the doors open and she hears everyone yell 'surprise' that she looks ready to slit her throat.

Can this woman of mine be any cuter?

Kayra manages to hiss out thanks as our guests greet her a happy birthday, but she glares up at me as soon as we have a private moment to ourselves.

"Not your thing?"

"No. It's not. At all."

I can't recall any woman being as precise as Kayra is as she expresses her dislike, and I just fucking love it so much I need to tease her even more...by reaching for her hand so I can twine my fingers with hers.

Yuck.

The word is written all over her face, but this is just her love language I'm sure, and it goes with the territory when one falls in love with a monster as deadly and cute as my Kayra.


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