Page 29 of Deadly Don's Baby Contract

That look in her eyes as she dances the line between love and hate only thrills me even more—she’s a hellfire. My hellfire. If I have to drag her down the aisle hogtied and her mouth duct taped closed, I fucking will, because over my dead body will I allow Marco to have her. Her daring escape has played right into my hand. I have many enemies, but just as many friends—some in common, it seems. Loredana did the right thing, even if Aria never forgives her for it. It’s not the lavish wedding they were planning for her and Marco. There are no flowers, no music, or a pretty white dress.

There’s a priest who I bribed to be here and a friend. You can taste the bitterness in the air. Aria isn’t marrying me because she loves me—she does love me—she’s doing it because she would rather die than marry Marco.

I’ve never wanted anything enough to steal it before. I’ve done all sorts of deplorable things. I’m a killer, not a thief. But her—for her—I would steal, kill, even my own brother for her. I hope she sees that eventually. That she will stop the jump rope between love and hate and fall for me with all of her heart.

“I do,” she says those words with venom through gritted teeth. She is fighting her feelings because her eyes speak the words with warmth.

“You may kiss your bride,” the priest says hesitantly. He can sense she’s a reluctant bride. Reluctant or not, she’s mine now, and I intend to claim her—in front of God and his witnesses. I slide my hand into her messy hair and pull her to me. Our lips meet, and her resistance fades. She yields to me.

Her lips part, and allow me to taste her. I wanted to claim her, to make her give herself to me, and she has done that. She willingly walked toward me and said she’d be mine. I fucking win.

“This isn’t going to end well,” she whispers as I pull away from her. The future is a fuckup we can face together.

When Marco and I were boys, we’d fight, and my mother would tell us, ‘This will end in tears’, and it always did—and later, it ended in broken bones and bullet wounds. I hope it doesn’t end with my funeral this time. I might have gone too far. Nothing is too far for her.

“Where are we going?” Aria asks me as we pull away from the church.

“Home,” I say, weaving through traffic. “You have a wedding to cancel.”

“He will kill us, Franco.”

“I’d die for you a thousand times.” It is not a lie. I would. I can’t explain why. What does she have that made me lose my mind? “My brother is an idiot, and I will not let him take you.”

“You’re a fucking idiot too,” she snaps, “if you think he will let you have me.”

“He didn’t let me do anything—Aria, I did this.” My phone is vibrating in my pocket. It’s Marco, I know it is. He wants to know if I found his fiancé.

Finders keepers. Losers weepers.

“I want a divorce,” she says, looking away from me because she knows I will see the lie in her eyes. The same betrayal I tasted when I kissed her in church.

“God doesn’t allow it,” I reply, her insistence angering me. Why can’t she just admit she feels what I feel? Stubborn, so God damned stubborn I could kill her. Or, kiss her—even fuck her. Yes. Maybe she needs some sense fucked into her.

I pull over into a parking garage, and she looks confused. It won’t be the honeymoon night she’d imagined. We will consummate this marriage right here, so there’s no way it can be undone. “What are you doing?” she asks as I pull up the parking brake. “It’s dangerous to stop in places like this. What if we were followed?”

“I have a gun, and I know you do, too.” Loredana told me. “No one followed us, Aria.” I was checking. I know we are alone.

“Is that what this is in your pants,” she mocks me, ghosting her head over my cock, already hard just thinking about fucking her in the car. “You seriously pulled over in a car park for sex?” She asks when she sees the smirk on my face. It's more like a shit-eating grin. I’m the one who got the prize.

“It’s customary to consummate a marriage that way.” I lean over to whisper in her ear, “We wouldn’t want anyone to have reason to question our union.”

“Our union is questionable.” She teases more, tracing her delicate fingers up and down over the fabric of my pants. “I believe the term is under duress. And it is reason for an annulment.” She wouldn’t dare try that shit.

She makes quick work of my belt buckle, popping the button and slowly lowering the zipper to free my cock. “Are you doing this under duress?” I moan the words out as she curls her fist around me.

“No.” She kisses me. “I want to do this part. I just don’t want to love you or marry you.”

“Too late for both of those things, Aria.” That horse has bolted, and neither of us can get it back. “We can keep pretending you don’t love me, or we can fuck in this car and go home and show my brother the biggest fuck-you ever.”

“I didn’t say I don’t love you. I said I didn’t want to love you.” I understand.

“I didn’t want to love you either, but I do.”

“Fuck you,” she sighs.

“I’m about to fuck you, Aria,” I say as she climbs over to straddle my lap, her ass hitting the horn, making us both jump, then laugh. “Try not to let everyone know we’re here,” I say, kissing her and pulling her down onto me.

I shove her too-tight skirt up over her thighs, exposing her black lace knickers—she’s a cock tease. The silky wrapping does nothing to hide how wet she is when she moves herself against my shaft. Her soft moans in my ear only make my dick harder, and as much as I want to enjoy this, we don’t have time.

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