Page 98 of Taboo Flames

He slaps my ass as I walk past him to the bathroom, and I yelp. “I’ll join you in a minute. I have to make a call first,” he says to me.

I raise my brows inquisitively, wondering what’s so important, but he just grabs his phone wordlessly and stalks off to the balcony.

I’m halfway through my shower when Gio’s large, hot body presses up behind me.

“I was beginning to feel a little bit abandoned,” I tell him.

Wordlessly, he turns me around and kisses me hungrily. Then, he pushes me against the wall, hikes one of my legs up around his hip, and pushes his rock-hard length into me. It all happens so fast and leaves me crying out, unprepared for the sudden fullness.

“Oh, God,” I pant. “Gio! Gio!”

I dig my fingers into his muscular back as he fucks me hard and rough without a word. I cry and scream and moan as he gives me exactly what I need, driving into me over and over again like a desperate animal until I’m orgasming with a broken cry and whispering my love for him against his hungry mouth.

As we get dressed later, I notice Gio keeps looking over at me.

“What is it?” I snap at him as I pull up my denim shorts.

He shrugs. “Nothing. I just didn’t think you’d want to get married in that.”

I look down at myself. “What are you talking about?” I ask, perplexed.

“There’s a chapel less than an hour’s drive from here, and I’ve arranged for a priest to be on standby. We’re going to get married there.”

“What?!” I screech. “Are you crazy? I’m not marrying you today or even this week. We can’t just go from being boyfriend and girlfriend to being engaged to getting married, all in the span of a freaking day. You better call off whatever arrangements you’ve made."

“And waste the poor priest’s time?” he tuts. “I think not.”

“Forget about it, Gio.” I give him an uncompromising look. “It’s not happening.”

“Aren’t you going to put on your shoes? We’re going to be late,” he says, ignoring everything I say.

I gape at him, astonished by how irrational he is being. “Are you listening to me? I’m not going with you to the chapel. We are not getting married today. I’m not getting married in a beach print T-shirt and denim shorts. End of story.”

“I didn’t think you’d want to,” he says with a nod, “A dress may be more appropriate.”

“I’m leaving,” I tell him angrily. “There’s no reasoning with you right now. You’ve completely lost your senses.”

I turn to walk away but I’m suddenly swooped up by large hands and thrown over Gio’s broad shoulders.

“Put me down, you Neanderthal!” I scream, beating at his back with my fists.

“Princess, I lost my senses the second I saw you in that dress at the masked party. You aren’t telling me anything new,” he tells me as he grabs his car keys and walks out the door.

“This is kidnapping,” I bite out. “You can’t make me say I do. I won’t do it.”

“I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it,” he says with a chuckle.

“You’re not ending today as Miss Vitale, though, that’s for sure.”

He drops me into the passenger seat and buckles me into the car while I glare at him. If looks can kill, he’ll be six feet under at the moment.

“I hate you,” I tell him petulantly.

He brushes his mouth over mine, achingly soft. “You’ll get over it.”

He walks around the car and gets into the driver’s side. “Shall I have Carlos wait for us at the chapel with shoes?”

“No.”

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