Page 5 of Arranged Mafia Marriage

I stand up, moving closer to her. “I’ll protect you, but you must agree to my terms.”

She studies me for a long moment. Finally, she sighs. “Fine. I’ll do it, but only because I don’t see any other choice.”

I nod, relief filling me for a reason I don’t want to examine. I’m reluctantly intrigued by my future wife. In my mind, this was going to be a business transaction, but that no longer seems so appealing. There are a thousand and one things I want to do to her now that she’s here in person. She doesn’t understand how much control I must have not to pounce on her.

“You won’t regret this,” I say with a thin smile. “I’ll go make the arrangements.”

Within an hour, we’re in a limousine heading to the airport, where my private jet idles on the runway. Felicity sits across from me, staring out the window.

As we drive, I’m constantly aware of her presence. The soft scent of her perfume fills the air, and I keep sneaking glances at the graceful curve of her neck, and the way her hair falls just so around her face.

I shake my head, trying to clear these thoughts. This should be like a business arrangement, but I wonder what it would be like to take her to bed. To explore every inch of her soft skin, to hear the sounds she would make.

I shift in my seat, uncomfortable with the direction of my thoughts. Felicity turns to look at me, her expression unreadable.

“What happens after we’re married?” she asks.

“We’ll go to New York City as planned. You’ll meet your father, and we’ll figure out our next steps from there.”

She nods, biting her lower lip. “And... what about... us?”

I raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

Felicity blushes, looking away. “I mean, will we, you know, consummate the marriage?”

I clear my throat, meeting Felicity’s gaze directly. “Yes, we will consummate the marriage tonight in Vegas, right after the ceremony. Tradition demands we produce an heir to prove our union.”

A blush creeps up her neck. “An heir? You can’t be serious.”

“I’m entirely serious,” I say, keeping my voice level. “It’s a crucial part of solidifying our alliance.”

She looks away, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. “I’ve never... I mean, I’m not...”

“You’ve never been with a man,” I state, not needing her to finish the sentence.

Felicity nods, her blush deepening. “Is that a problem?”

“No,” I say, surprised by the possessive feeling that surges through me. “It’s not a problem at all. In fact, I’m not afraid to say I prefer it that way.”

She takes a deep breath, squaring her shoulders. “Okay. So, we get married, have sex, and then what? We just hope I get pregnant right away?”

“We’ll continue trying until it happens.” I shrug as though I’m not practically panting at the idea of taking her to bed. She makes me feel like a teenage boy again. “It’s important we conceive as soon as possible. It will reassure Damiano that your future lies with me, and it will prove the solidity of our union for any who resist the Sicilian-bratva truce.”

She closes her eyes so tightly the lids wrinkle, as though wishing herself anywhere but here. “This is insane. I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this.”

Gently, I take her hand. To my surprise, she doesn’t pull away. “I understand it’s a lot to take in, but I’ll be gentle with you. I won’t hurt you.”

She looks at me with fear and curiosity. “Have you done this before?”

I arch a brow. “I’ve been around the block a few times, if that’s what you mean.”

She scoffs. “Arranged marriages, I mean. I don’t expect a man like you to wait until marriage, but I hope you don’t have a long list of past wives I have to look out for.”

I chuckle. “No. This is my first time too.” I give her a meaningful look. “This will be my last marriage as well. Yours too. This is a lifetime deal.”

She appears to mull it over for a moment before a small smile tugs at her lips. “At least we’re both new to marriage. I didn’t think I would ever get married, to be honesty. I let myself get too busy with everything else, and this is how I ended up.”

I take her hand and squeeze it. “It’s fate, my darling.”

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