Page 86 of Mafia Wedding

"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.

"Can I steal Kayra for a sec?" Tahey pops out of nowhere to take Kayra's hand out of my hold. "I just want to introduce her to a couple of my friends."

Kayra glares at me, but I pretend not to see anything. "Yeah, sure."

She looks at me one last time as Tahey drags her away.

Save. Me.

My lips curve. Not on your life, darling.

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