Page 65 of Mafia Wedding

Fuck!

I yank my head away with an effort, and her beautiful blue eyes fly open.

"Why are we stopping?" My kitten is unhappy, and she wants me to know it.

"If I kiss you again," I grate out, "I'll also end up fucking you on a train."

"And?"

While the impatience in her tone is adorable, and the cluelessness of her expression makes me want to ravish her—-

"I'm serious, darling."

My conscience makes me feel obliged to warn her one last time.

"This is your last chance not to lose your virginity on a train. I want you too much to control—-"

She suddenly cuts my words off by pressing one impertinent finger against my lips,

"You should know I have my own rules as well," Kayra warns back. "If we become lovers, your cock will never know any other woman's pussy again—-"

I grab hold of her finger to give it a hard little nip, and just like the wonderfully feral kitten she is, Kayra yanks her hand out of my grip with a sharp little hiss.

"That hurt!"

"To punish you," I explain lazily, "for thinking I'd want any other woman."

"I hope you mean that for your sake."

While the darkness of her expression will likely have other people running away or dialing 1-800-Exorcist, I'm not surprised to find myself grinning...even as I fight off the urge to bend Kayra over the table so I can finally bury my cock inside of her.

"I love it when you're terrifying like this."

"You're crazy."

"Is it my fault everyone's mind-numbingly boring compared to you?"

"I think what you're saying is that compared to me, they're all just normal?"

"Time for you to know a little secret, darling: normal is overrated."

"But—-"

My tongue thrusts back home as I shut her up with a kiss. As much as I enjoy our verbal sparring, I'm just fucking ready for a different form of tussle at this point, and fuck, fuck, fuck—-

She's killing me all over again with how she shows no coyness at all as she curls her arms around my neck and kisses me back.

Her legs wrap around my waist as I lift her up, and the entire train crew is smart enough to remain out of sight as I take my future wife to the bedroom suite closest to the dining car.

I kick the door close before lowering Kayra to her feet, and I see her raise a brow when her gaze lands on the sofa, which has already been converted into a bed.

"Did you have this ready in the off chance I'd let you fuck me?"

"Will you kill me if I say yes?"

Kayra looks at me like I've lost my mind again. "Why would I be mad that you've shown foresight?"

Her words make me laugh even as I haul her back into my arms.

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