Page 68 of Stolen Bride for the Don

I let my gown fall to the floor, revealing that I’m wearing nothing underneath. I glide toward him and stop when my thighs graze his knees. My eyes glance at his pants, a silent request that he understands. In one quick motion, he unhooks his belt, opens his pants and reaches in to release his already-hard cock.

I brace my hands on his shoulders and lift one leg. I am beside him on his throne, positioning myself high enough above him so that I can feel his head glide against my entrance, but far enough away that he can’t thrust into me. Not that I think he’d try; he’s being so gentle. I’m pretty sure he’s scared to touch me for fear of grazing one of my many bruises.

To reassure him that not only am I fine, but I need him tonight more than ever, I lean forward and flick my tongue over his earlobe before I say, “I’m fucking yours, Hudson. Tonight. Tomorrow. Always.” I lower myself, taking every delicious inch of him into my dripping, ready core. He groans in appreciation, as much for my words as for my actions and everything they entail.

His hands find my hips as I glide back up and then sink down again and again. I throw my head back, exposing the entire length of my throat to him as if saying, my master, my love, my captor. He lowers his head between my breasts and exhales, “I love you, Andrea.”

In one swift movement, he lifts me from his lap and carries me to his bed. He slowly makes love to me for the first time until we find release in tandem; truly ruining me for any other man and solidifying that I am his until my last, dying breath.

HUDSON

We’re lying beside one another on the bed; she lazily traces circles over my bare chest, feeling content and relaxed. “Where did you put the tracker, Hudson? They took my ring, but you still found me.”

I chuckle. “I suppose now that I know you love me, I can tell you, knowing you’re stuck with me now.”

“Stop stalling and tell before I fall asleep.” She yawns, the shot Killian gave her already kicking in.

“It’s inside you.”

She frowns at me, “The tracker is inside me?”

I nod, “It’s attached to the IUD Killian had inserted.”

Her eyes go wide, jaw dropping. “You’re insane.”

I chuckle, “What does it say about you that you love someone who’s insane?” She hits me weakly, but her lips twitch with a smile. “Go to sleep, pet. We can continue our conversation in the morning.”

She nods sleepily and rolls to her side of the bed, her eyes fluttering shut. I wait for her breathing to even out before I get up. Now I have Dominic and Tomasi to deal with. By the time I’m done ripping every limb from their pathetic bodies, while making their family members watch, no one will dare mess with my wife ever ever again.

EPILOGUE

ANDREA

Hudson hasn’t let me out of his sight since we got home two nights ago, and quite frankly, his hovering is starting to get on my nerves. “Don’t you feel cooped up in here? Don’t you want to work in the privacy of your study?” I ask.

He glances up from his laptop, “No, I’m fine.”

Well, I am not fine. I grit my teeth and try to think of how to send him out of the bedroom, or better yet, how I can leave the bedroom without him on my tail. It’s bad enough when Max trails behind me everywhere I go, but now Hudson as well?

As I watch him, I have to admit that I secretly like it. It makes me feel wanted, no, needed.

“You know, you never told me how you became the don.” He goes eerily still. I’ve been curious about that ever since I read an article about him long ago, but doubly so after Dominic Rossi's words the other night.

I would have been the one controlling the city if he hadn’t swooped in and stolen it from me.

From the little I gleaned from Diane, he rose to power after the death of the previous family.

“Is this because of what Dominic said the other night?” he asks, closing his laptop. He gets up from the armchair and makes his way to where I’m sitting cross legged on the bed.

“Partly…and partly because I want to know everything about you. It’s only fair since you know so much about me.”

He sighs, “It’s not pretty, and it’s not a good story to tell you during your recovery.” He pauses when I narrow my eyes on him.

I hate that he’s been treating me like an invalid. It’s not as if I even was seriously hurt during the scuffle or anything. “I have a small concussion and some bruises, Hudson. So are you going to tell me, or just keep stalling?”

“I actually have something I want to give you.” He starts to get up, and I grab his hand to stop him.

“After. You can give me whatever it is after you tell me.”

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