Page 94 of King of Wrath

Careful Mason.Nia might take over your job.

Fuck you,Roman. Mason replies, and then.It’s perfect.

To Nia,I add, “The Dukes want to purchase another of the old Italian casinos.”

Her lips purse.“I don’t think so.”

I wonderif my family is going to regret supporting Nia. I don’t give a shit either way. No one understands me like Nia. We were made for each other. “Woman,” I rumble because Nia isn’t a girl any longer. “I’m going to need you to come over here and ride me like it’s our last night on Earth.”

“Jake,” she gasps. “You’re hurt and?—”

“I’m just going to sit here. You’re going to do all the real work,” I reach my good arm toward her. “But I need to be inside you.”

“How long is the flight?” She looks at the closed door to the cockpit.

“Another hour and a half at least,” I answer.

With a quick nod, she stands up and yanks down her jeans, muttering. “I should have worn a dress.”

I chuckle as I muscle my pants over my hips with one arm.

There is no foreplay, no warm-up as I rub spit on my cock asecond before Nia straddles me, sliding down my length until I’m buried inside her.

It’s hot and fast and I barely feel the pain, as pleasure tightens my balls.

She cums with a scream and I instantly follow, my roar joining hers.

When she wilts against me, I wrap my arm around her, burying my face in her neck. “When are we going to make it official?” I ask when I’m able to speak again.

She pulls back, kissing my mouth. “Question first. Vegas chapel or big wedding?”

“Small wedding isn’t an option?” I say, thinking back to Leo’s ceremony. It was nice.

I’m still buried inside her. “An Italian would take the wedding and make it into a political spectacle, making all the other families pay homage.”

I stare at her.

Roman might be right. Nia just might take his job after all…

EPILOGUE

Gris

My timein the gym is my sacred time…everyone in my family knows not to interrupt.

So when my phone rings for the third time, I’m naturally pissed.

I swear, all this Vegas sunshine makes me grumpy.

Who knew? I didn’t think I’d miss London’s rain, but there it’s expected you’ll just be a fucking prick.

Here in the states there is some expectation to be as happy as the weather. Americans.

Then again, I have more reason than usual to be miserable. Some of our major plans with the Kincaids are falling to shit….

Which is what causes me to finally pick up my ringing phone.

My brother Tris’s name flashes on the screen, which only deepens my impending dread. I hit the call button. “Tris.”

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