Page 91 of Captivated (Carfano Crime Family)

“Marry me, Cassandra.”

I turn my head and look over my shoulder to see how sincere his eyes are, and they penetrate me to my soul. He’s serious.

“Is this really how you’re asking me?”

“Yes. I had a whole thing set up at home, but you wouldn’t leave early and I couldn’t wait.” He nudges just a little more against my entrance until he slips the tip in.

Ohmygod.

Moaning, I pinch my eyes closed. I’m feeling too much in every part of my body.

“I’m waiting for an answer, Cassandra. You give me the right answer and I’ll fuck you so good, you’ll feel it for days.”

“Nico,” I moan, my inner muscles flexing around him.

“That’s not an answer.”

“Yes,” I whisper, but it’s not good enough for him.

“I didn’t hear that, Cassandra. Say it louder.”

He starts to pull out, and I yell, “Yes! I’ll marry you!”

“Alright then,” he says smugly, and buries himself in me in a single thrust. “Fuck,” he groans. “This is my pussy.” I moan my agreement. “And this is your dick, baby.” He pulls out and slams right back in. “For the rest of our lives.”

I gasp, then moan, “Yes.”

Nico fucks me so hard, I know I’ll be sore in the most delicious way for days to come. He’s laying claim to his future wife, and that thought alone has me ready to come harder than ever before.

“Come. Now,” he commands, and my body already knows to listen because ithasbeen trained by him.

I think I black out for a few seconds, because my ears are ringing and my eyes are blurry. But that’s just from my screams and the emotions flooding out of me.

Nico growls behind me as he slides both his hands up my back and around to cup my breasts. He pinches my nipples, and I’m so far gone and spent, I cry out and collapse forward against the stage as another orgasm rips through me and Nico fills me with his come.

I didn’t think I had anything left to give.

I lose all sense of time, direction, feeling, and consciousness, because the next thing I know, I’m being carried by two strong arms that feel like absolute heaven and safety around me.

“What took you so long to ask me?” I mumble against him, and he tugs on the ends of my hair.

“Should I have asked you after the first week like I wanted to?” he asks. I know he’s kidding, but I answer him honestly.

“Maybe after the second or third week. I probably would’ve said yes then.”

“Well, fuck me,piccante. I’m sorry I waited so long.”

“You’re forgiven.” I yawn. I’m so tired. “And you can apologize again later by letting me actually come on your tongue this time.”

“You’re perfect,” he says, the amazement in his voice warming my heart.

“I know.”

He slaps my ass. “La mia rossa piccante.”

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