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“How are your stitches?” I murmur against her lips.

“Fine,” she pants.

Her hips rock, meeting mine, and that faint brush with her pussy has stars dancing across my damned vision. Her hands come around my waist and settle on my ass, driving my cock between her legs.

Cazzo…

“Are you sure you’re well enough?—”

“Damn it, Marco, just fuck me already.” Her dark eyes sparkle with desire. “I’ve waited over twenty years for this moment. I’m ready.”

“Dio, I love it when you’re demanding.” My hands move to my belt buckle, but Jia sits up, pushing them away.

“Let me do it.”

Merda, I’m going to come just from that commanding tone. With all my previous partners, I’ve been the one in charge. I never thought I’d like being the submissive one…

Her slender fingers make quick work of my slacks, then my boxer briefs, and my cock springs free. She eyes the thick, veiny bastard for a long moment, and I’m terrified she’s going to reconsider.

My dick is huge. And it’s not arrogance when it’s true. I’ve spent enough time around the locker room in Palestra to know it’s a fact. My brother and I are well-endowed. It must be our genes or something.

“We’ll take it slow,” I whisper, as she continues to size up my cock.

Her head dips before her fingers wrap around my shaft, and a tremor races up my spine. As she runs her hand up and down my length, I rip my shirt over my head and toss it to the floor. I’m completely naked, but she’s still wearing that ruby teddy. Not that I mind, but I’d prefer to see all of her.

As she continues to stroke my dick, I reach for the lace at her shoulder and attempt to draw it down her arm. She freezes, every muscle in her body going taut. “Don’t,” she snaps.

My gaze lifts to hers, brows furrowed. A storm of emotions brews beneath the dark, impenetrable surface. “But how am I supposed to?—”

Releasing my dick, she brings her hand between her legs and unfastens two snaps. The lacy fabric falls away revealing her pussy.

“Hmm, I guess that will work.” I can’t deny the frustration of being unable to see all of her though. Maybe she just needs to work up to it. Her body is perfect, what would she be embarrassed of?

The curious thoughts scramble away as her hand wraps around mine and brings it to the wetness between her thighs. A hiss purses my lips as I feel how drenched she is.

“Mmm, spitfire, you’re already soaked and ready for me like a good wife.”

CHAPTER 38

READY FOR ALL OF ME?

Jia

I want to be insulted by his degrading words, but my entire body is alight beneath his touch. And all I want is for this man to claim me with that enormous cock. In Marco’s words, if you’re going to do it, you might as well do it, right, right?

My virginity has loomed over me for years, much like the shadow of my father. I simply want to be rid of it, and I want my husband to deflower me. It’s fitting, after all. And it would make not only Yéye but also my mother happy that I waited for marriage.

He cups my pussy before running his thick finger through the wet folds, and my back arches at the rush of sensations.

Marco’s dappled orbs sear to mine, an unfamiliar emotion racing through the multi-colored hue. “You’re wet all right, but I want to make sure you’re ready for me, spitfire. I don’t want to hurt you…” His gaze dips to the small bandage across my upper torso. He’s been eyeing it from the moment I revealed the negligee.

I’m sure it’s not exactly sexy.

“I already told you, I’m fine,” I bite out before reaching for his erection. “Let’s just do this.”

His dark brows knit as he regards me. “Why are you in such a hurry all of a sudden?”

Because Yéye’s leaving and I’m terrified of being alone. “You’re the one that said we have to consummate the marriage, and it’s our duty to create an heir.”

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