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A satisfied humming chuckle warmed Luciano's body up. "Then I will make sure they stay alive and conscious throughout it all. Would be a nice date out, no? Just us out on the yacht, sipping on some wine and eating a nice lunch while we watch them scream and flail around as the sharks tear them apart and turn the water bloody." He sounded a little too fond of the idea for me to discern whether he was completely serious about making that idea a reality.

"But the smell of blood will ruin my appetite." I pouted up at him, making him laugh softly while pinching my cheek.

Now, I wondered if I was losing touch with reality because I sounded way too invested in this for my own liking.

"We'll be far enough from it all to not smell it. Besides, the scent of the ocean will drown out a lot of other scents, or we can be under the deck fucking while they're dying, drown out their screams with your moans and screams from all the orgasms I'll bring you to." His hand suggestively groped at my plush ass with his words as he looked at me wantonly.

"Luciano!" I gasped mockingly, slapping his chest softly. "What kind of lady do you take me for?" I asked in a voice full of sarcasm.

"My wife, that's who." He replied cheekily with a grin before kissing me with a chuckle.

"About that," I started after pulling away from the kiss, "I need to talk to you about that."

Luciano's eyes grew a little wary, but he covered it up well with his playfulness. "You want a divorce?" I could hear the dread trembling in his words.

Scoffing, I shook my head and chuckled. "What? No. I told you, you're stuck with me for life, so don't get your hopes up any time soon buddio." Smiling softly, I looked at him with serious eyes. "What if we filed those papers? Become legally married in the eyes of the state and have a ceremony later when I'm done with college and after you actually propose to me like the prince charming you are to me."

Shifting myself up onto him fully, I leaned up on his chest on my elbows. "I mean, I already have your last name. We live together already, sleep together, and love each other, and it's obvious neither of us will leave each other. It'll make life easier for us if we were legally married…" Seeing his blank expression made me backtrack just as fast. "We don't have to if you don't want to. I'll understand if you've changed your mind about me or don't want to jump into that boat with me."

A squeal of surprise preceded my giggle from Luciano's forceful jerk of my body upwards into his smiling lips. "You really think I'd pass up the chance to officially call you my wife?" A huge smile stretched at his lips, one I was sure he couldn't control if he wanted.

For a second, he remained quiet, marveling at me in wonder as he stroked my cheek with the back of his fingers. "I love you, now and forever. And nothing, not even time, will ever change that. The only thing that will change is how deeper my love will become for you with time. We can do whatever you want, amorina, legally marry now and ceremony later, ceremony now then papers later, do everything later, grand, small, just us, whatever the fuck you want. As long as you are happy with no regrets."

Yep. I am in fucking love. Complete love.

Smiling like a goof, I grabbed his face and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. "I want to officially be Missus Juliet Agosti." I giggled against his lips, grinning so happily that I thought my lips would rip.

Sitting up in the bed, Luciano shifted me in his lap, so I straddled him. "Not that I'm not happy because I'm over the fucking moon, but what brought this on all of a sudden? If you're making this decision because of something with Gale's death, then I might have to say no because I don't—"

Shutting him up with a finger to his lips, I smiled and shook my head at him. "No, it has nothing to do with Gale's death per se. I just… We were talking earlier when we got some coffee before pilfering the mall, and he mentioned something that got me thinking. And I was going to bring it up to you, though Gale's death might have sped things up a bit, but my answer hasn't changed."

Relaxing in his lap, I settled my hands against his bare chest because, of course, this hunk of mine slept shirtless. Randomly doodling on his chest with a finger, I lull myself into a warm comfort before speaking up again. "I've kind of gotten used to the thought of you being my husband. All our joking around kind of grew on me. And I like the idea of being your wife… And with Gale's death… If it were me on that operating table, I don't want to leave this world as your girlfriend or die knowing you weren't anything beyond a boyfriend." Okay, saying it all out loud made it all sound stupid, but it made sense to me, which is all that mattered… Right?

"I was going to bring it up to you before I had to submit my papers to college in a month or so… But I figured between now and then, timing doesn't really matter much in terms of making things legal or not." My voice trailed out with my little mumbling ramble as I got lost following the lines of the tattoos on his chest.

Everything came to a screeching halt when Luciano gripped my chin and tilted my head up to meet his eyes. "Would throwing the match to Champion's Lounge be a good wedding present for my lovely little bride?" He asked with a growing grin full of twisted excitement.

"Give me the present first, and then you can file it." I teased with a giggle.

Smiling, Luciano brought me into a heated kiss, sliding his hands down the sides of my body to grip at the globes of my ass, forcing me to press into his growing erection. "Isn't it a little too early to be celebrating, dear husband?" I teased, grinding down against him in slow and deliberate movements.

"It's never too early to make love to my soon-to-be official wife." Luciano gasped out between his chuckles, his hips bucking up against me.

"Touch me, please. Show me how much you love this body of mine." I whispered hotly against his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling myself right up against him. "I need to feel you, please." To sweeten my words, I pressed myself down harder against him with a soft moan. "Fill me."

"Safe-word?" He groaned softly against my lips, his eyes searching mine for any signs of hesitation.

In a confident voice and sure smile, I replied to him, "Tap out, and tap you repeatedly if I can't verbalize it."

An eager, animalistic grin took hold of his face, causing hot pools of excitement to pool at my tightening nipples and aching cunt. "Hope you aren't fond of this new outfit." His heated words washed over my face before he reached over the bed, fishing something possibly between the mattress.

Before I could ask him what he meant, I was shoved backward onto my back, making a winded grunt squeeze out of my body. Next thing I knew, the sounds of fabric ripping cut through the air along with my shudder in response to feeling something cold run against my sensitive skin. "I swear to God, Luciano, that better—holy shit!" I think I rather him have a gun than a fucking knife against me.

"Oh, don't act like this doesn't turn you on." He teased with a dark chuckle, trailing the tip of the blade up the inside of my leg right to my sex. "You're glistening wet right now." Dangerously, the knife hovered above my throbbing core.

Shaky breaths trembled at my chest as I remained deathly still, afraid the slightest movement would cause unnecessary damage to myself. "Do not—ah!" My body arched off the bed at the feeling of something penetrating me.

It wasn't the blade of the knife, thank fucking God, but the handle didn't feel all that pleasant either. "See how easily that slid in?" He teased, slowly moving the handle in and out.

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