Page 43 of Her Overprotective Fiance

"Make your choice now," he says, "as I still have a meeting to attend."

I smile brightly at him. "Then why not have your meeting first—-"

Giancarlo smiles back at me. "Or I can simply make the choice for you?"

Fuck.

"Your choice,signorina?"

My heart starts banging against my chest.

"I choose..."

And I hear myself say—-

"A reward."

His face turns expressionless as soon as the word slips past my lips, and my heart races all the more because I have no idea what to expect from here.

"Come here."

And idiot that I am, I actually find myself obeying the command.

One shaky step at a time.

Until I'm a girl standing in front of a boy—-

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

My eyes close as he cups my face.

Everything about this moment feels like a fucking rom-com, and it should have me gagging right now, dammit.

But instead it's the opposite, and my toes actually curl as his breath fans my lips.

Fuuuuuuck.

I'm torn between fear and anticipation, dread and excitement.

I want to want this, but what if I end up hating it? And hating him?

Will he leave me if—-

"Stop thinking,dolcezza."

I don't even have a chance to answer, with his lips finally pressing against mine. It's the gentlest contact, feather-soft and tender, and my tears actually start stinging.

Because this, dammit...

This is everything I've dreamt of.

And when I think about how the dream's only begun, and there's more—-

Oh, so, so much more...

His lips nibble mine, gently and lazily, and I start feeling dizzy and impatient with need.

Please, oh, please.

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