Page 43 of Mafia Wedding

"Only when you finally promise not to interfere."

"You do remember who you're talking to, don't you?"

"The world's hottest husband?"

Stelios shakes his head. "You're talking to someone who can be so dangerously obsessive his doctor believes the wrong provocation can turn him into a cold-blooded killer...but you're right, I do happen to be the world's hottest husband as well."

"Can't you just be obsessed with me," I bargain, "and forget about the rest of the world?"

"It's because I'm obsessed with you that I need the truth." Stelios arches a brow. "Last chance, wife. Do you want to tell me yourself or would you like me to find out on my own?"

"Okay, fine. There was this girl in my high school who always made fun of me and predicting that I'd end up married to a loser." I wrinkle my nose at him. "All of the photos I've been uploading are basically me being very petty—-"

I can only roll my eyes when Stelios nods approvingly.

"A good start," he says, "but it's not enough. How about letting me teach that girl a lesson—-"

Since his lessons tend to get really bloody, there's only one way to resolve this.

"Oh, look!" I point in relief to Sheena's wedding coordinator, who's just come out of the garden chapel looking rather frantic. "I think that's our cue to get ready."

And so it is, and ten minutes later Stelios and I are walking down the aisle as bridesmaid and groomsman for our friends' wedding.

"This is so embarrassing," I whisper under my breath. "I'm the only one pregnant in her entire entourage—-"

"What's there to be embarrassed about?" Stelios looks at me blankly. "I've never seen you look more beautiful or sexier—-"

"Because you're a perv," I retort laughingly with a roll of my eyes. "I'm five months pregnant, Stelios. That means I'm more huge than hot—-"

"And lactating."

Stelios' tone is filled with so much satisfaction it takes me an extra moment to understand what he's saying.

What?!

Horror fills my gaze when I look down, and I realize what my husband has said is true.

Oh God, I really am lactating!

My bouquet of daisies and sunflowers become an impromptu cover for the wet dark spot on my gown, and as soon as we hear the priest declare our friends husband and wife, Stelios doesn't waste a second longer as he swiftly drags me inside the caretaker's apartment at the back of the chapel.

"Stelios, no—-"

But he's already planted me on the breakfast counter, and I forget what I have to say when he yanks my gown down to my waist.

Oh!

My breasts pop out in an instant, and aside from looking more swollen than ever, I'm also still clearly lactating—-

Aaaaah!

Stelios bends his head and starts suckling on my nipple without warning.

Oh God!

"Your mama's milk tastes fucking sweet, wife."

"God, you're such a perv!"

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