Page 23 of Stolen Union

He sits back on his heels and smirks up at me. “Was that better?”

I give him a look. “I’m not going to answer that. I’m a lady.”

He snorts and stands up. “A lady would never have let me go down on her in the dressing room of a store. You’re not a lady anymore, Gabriella. You’re mine now.”

My body zings at his claim on me. I shouldn’t love it, but I do. What the hell is wrong with me?

I look down at his waist and see his bulge pressing against his pants. “If you ask me to help you with that, I’ll slap you. I don’t get on my knees for anyone.”

“I think you want to.” He unzips his jeans and pulls his cock out. It’s hard and erect. The sight of it makes my body tingle all over again. “I think you want to know what I taste like.”

“Dante, this is our wedding day. Show a little class.”

“You’re just saying that to save face, but you want to, Gabriella. I can handle this myself.” He starts jerking himself off. “Or you can help me with it. Your choice.”

The sight of his erection turns me on. God, why does it turn me on? Dante shouldn’t turn me on. But I am.

And I do want to know what it tastes like. I want to know what it’s like to be bad for just a little bit.

I push his hand out of the way and kneel before him. “Shut up,” I say when I see his smirk. Then I place my mouth on him.

I honestly have no clue what I’m doing, but I’m a fast learner. I start off licking the tip of his cock, getting a feel for him in my mouth. Dante doesn’t move as he lets me get used to him.

He groans when I take him in deeper. I look up at him, feeling powerful for the first time since he took me from my wedding to Antonio. I affect him.

Dante shifts his hips forward as I suck him harder. His breath comes out fast and ragged. “I’m coming.”

I pull back before he can come in my mouth.

“Why did you stop?” he asks.

“I don’t want your semen in my mouth. You can finish yourself off.” I stand up and turn away from him. I hear his exasperated sigh right before he moans.

When I turn back around, I see he has a shirt around his cock, soaking up his semen.

“You’re going to have to buy that, you know,” I say.

He winks. “I’m just going to steal it. It’s a memento now.” He folds the shirt and sticks it into his jacket, then puts his length back into his pants. “Ready to go back home?”

I’m startled by his word choice. Home. Is the cabin my home now? God, I hope not. I deserve to live in a mansion.

“Take me to your actual house,” I say.

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because your brothers would find us there. We’re going back to the cabin. Now, come on.” Just like that, our fun times are over.

I follow him out of the dressing room as the shop assistant gives us a suspicious look. We get back into the van, and Dante takes me back to the cabin.

He blindfolds me again so I can’t see where we’re going.

I’m married to him now, but he still doesn’t trust me. I let him go down on me in a public place, and he still doesn’t trust me. When will he ever trust me?

Because I can’t wait around forever.

CHAPTER 11

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