Page 164 of Milo

My burden. My blessing. My responsibility.

I can do this.

Releasing a long, steadying exhale, I stand up and walk toward the wardrobe. As I unzip the garment bag protecting the beaded Alencon lace strapless ball gown, my tense shoulders relax. I run my hand across the white tiered ruffles on the back of the dress, my gaze following the chapel length train.

I am doing this.

White has always represented innocence, purity. But as I step into the fragile gown, I don't feel impure, I don't feel corrupted. I have seen acts of evil. I have committed acts of evil, and yet, I don't feel evil.

Perhaps innocence is not preserved through actions or words but through heart. When I look at Milo, I can see his innocence. It’s in the way he laughs, the way he plays with his niece. It’s his love for his mother, his sister, his family. It's in the way he touches me, holds me, loves me. I rest my palm against my belly. Loves us.

Yes. I can do this. I will do this.

The noise is gone.

"Shit," I gasp as a knock on the door startles me. Oh, good, she came back. "Come in, Jules," I call out, attempting to zip up the dress. Apparently, I need her help after all. .

"Wow." The lock clicks shut.

"Milo—" My breath hitches as I snap my head toward the door. He strides toward me, a slim-fitted black tuxedo wrapping his lithe body, a knowing smirk on his face. "What—what are you doing here?"

"I was talking to Julia downstairs," he says in a raspy tone, his dark hungry eyes dancing around my body. "She said you sounded...nervous."

My chest rises as he stops a foot away from me.

"I was worried you might be having...second thoughts." He pauses, licking his lips. "You look—" He shakes his head. "Radiant."

"Thank you.” A shiver courses down my spine as I face the mirror. "Zip me up?"

"Are you nervous, tesoro?" Milo feathers his fingers across my shoulder blades as he leans into my ear, my submissive pulse quickening as he asks, "Should I make you...less nervous?"

"No," I breathe as his hand floats down my bare back. "I'm not nervous about marrying you, I'm just—" I close my eyes, his soft touch stirring heat inside my core. "I'm nervous about walking down the aisle in front of three hundred people I don't know...what if they judge me? What if?—"

"If they judge you, tesoro—" Milo's hot breath fans against my ears as he pinches the zipper, slowly tugging it down. "It is only because they are jealous." He nips at the soft flesh of my lobe. "Every single woman sitting outside under the stars will be wishing they were you."

"Wrong way.” I bite my lip as he rains wet kisses down the slope of my neck. "Milo, we...we can't." He tugs the zipper lower, past my ass. The ball gown slips off my body, dropping on the floor around my ankles. "It's already bad luck to see the bride before the?—"

"But you like bad," he rasps, snaking his arm around my waist. I let out an aching moan as he cups my breast in his palm, his fingers rolling my nipples. "Isn't that right, tesoro?" He drags his hand down my stomach as I lean back, resting my head on his shoulder. He groans, curling his fingers under the hem of my panties. "You seem to like it...a lot."

"Milo," I whimper, opening my legs for him as he dips one finger inside my folds. "Oh, God."

"You are so wet, baby.” Milo wraps his left hand around the base of my throat as he teases me with just the tip of his index finger. "So fucking wet." His grip tightens around my neck. "Open your eyes, Kiara, and watch. I want you to see what I see." His thumb grazes my bottom lip. "I said open your eyes. Or I will stop."

"Don't stop," I plead, forcing my eyelids to flutter open. My face flushes with desire, need sizzling the atoms bouncing through my body as I look at myself in the mirror. He adds a second finger, a devilish gleam in his irises as I expel a yelping moan.

"Shh, shh, shh," Milo taunts, grazing his teeth down the side of my neck as he continues his ministrations. "You need to be quiet, tesoro. The walls, they are so very thin."

"More," I whine, pressing my ass against his hardened shaft. "I need more."

"Such a greedy girl," he whispers, his chest rumbling against my spine. I reach back, rubbing my hand down the length of his erection. He grunts. "Mmm, you want my cock, baby?" He plunges a third finger inside my pussy. "Is that what you want?"

"Yes!" I pant, fumbling to unfasten his trousers. "Please. Fuck me."

"Hands on the mirror.” Milo pushes me forward, slapping my ass as he drops his pants. He arches over me, fisting my hair as he tugs my head back, pushing my panties to the side. With a husky moan, his cock coaxes open my dripping wet folds. "Watch, baby. Keep your eyes open." I gasp, pleasure searing through my body as he surges forward. "Eyes open!"

"Holy fuck," I moan as he pulls me flush against his chest, his unyielding cock thrusting inside me, deeper and deeper and deeper, filling every fucking inch of my pussy as his thumb flicks my sensitive clit. "Oh my God."

"Yes, baby," he growls, his heady sweet breath filling my lungs as he fucks me, worships me, fucking obliterates me. "Are you going to come for me?"

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