Page 20 of Mafia Wedding

Stelios is just hard and big and tanned all over.

And I mean it.

No exaggeration.

It's just pure sleek muscles everywhere, and when I finally have the courage to really look at his cock—-

"Did you just gulp?" Stelios asks in amusement.

"Uh...no?"

But of course we both know I'm lying, and especially with the way I still can't take my gaze off his huge, huge cock.

"You really aren't normal," I hear myself say when I finally manage to tear my gaze off his package, and although I'm absolutely being honest, the words only have the sexiest little smirk playing over my husband's lips.

Halp!

I seriously need help before my husband's hotness ends up frying every brain cell inside my head.

"As much as I enjoy having my wife stare dreamily at my cock—-"

"I wasn't doing that!" Right?

"Just looking at it won't get you pregnant, glikiá mou."

The words make me start, and I step back unthinkingly. "Um, about that—-"

Oh...crap.

I was thinking I could find a way to maybe...come up with an excuse that would allow us to have sex without making babies just yet, but the moment Stelios crosses the room and places one knee on the bed—-

Come on, B! Won't you even try putting up a fight?

The answer to that would be a helpless, breathy, little kind of no, since having the billionaire this close, while he's naked, is just too much for my brain to handle.

Slate-gray eyes gobble me up as he lays his hand against my bare leg, and I can only whimper at the possessiveness in his gaze. I know most women would see my husband as impossibly controlling and frighteningly obsessive, and while I do get why they'll also think he's a monster because of it—-

Call me sick and twisted, but it's also this side of his that makes me feel safe and protected.

Wanted and desired.

Stelios might be far from perfect, but it's his flaws that also make him stronger and more powerful than most men.

Maybe it's because of the way I was raised, and the kind of person Theía is, but it's this secret dark half of Stelios that makes him the only man I can surrender to and lose myself in.

Stelios is the only man I'll ever be in love with, and that's why—-

The thought of resisting doesn't even cross my mind when I feel the rough, masculine texture of his hand slowly moving up my leg, and my breath catches when his hand finally finds its way under my dress.

His gaze keeps mine captive as his hand continues to inch up, and he's doing it so, so slowly it's driving me out of my mind.

"S-Stelios, please."

I can't believe I'm actually begging him, and the gleam in his eyes tells me he knows exactly what I'm asking for.

"Please..."

He's deliberately taking his sweet time because he knows I want him to hurry, and just when I feel I can no longer bear another moment of this excruciatingly sweet agony—-

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