Page 46 of King Of Order

I turned on the charm.

‘Mi vuoi sposare, Chiara,mi amore?’ I drawled.

She fake gasped and added a breathy ‘Si’ and a coquettish smile to the lens.

I surged to my feet and, on a whim, pulled her to me, whispering sweet nothings as if I were her lover.

She trembled and shivered, struggling to keep her hand steady while the camera trained on us.

The viewscreen showed a couple, tanned, happy, gloriously in love.

Fuck, we looked good together.

However, we needed more to make it convincing, so I whispered in her ear. ‘Trust me.’

Turning my head, I planted my lips on her.

‘Rio-,’ she moaned, but it was too late.

My mouth fell on hers with a guttural growl as I nibbled, explored, and glided them over her sensual lips.

Our noses bumped, and I leaned into it, breathing her in as my mouth suckled hard on her lower lip.

At the same time, my hands slid up her thighs, waist, and torso, stroking her.

A series of loud wolf whistles sounded from the beach, and I winced and pulled back.

Still in character, she waggled her ringed finger for the camera before turning the feed off.

‘Got it?’ I growled.

She nodded.

Tits heaving, eyes scorching at me as she battled with her emotions.

I arched a brow. ‘You wanted a fiancé, you got one.’

More accolades and applause came as we posed like a happy couple

If there was one thing we Italians venerated, which was cliche but still true to our core, it was romance.

‘Ha detto di sì!’ I called out to our growing cheer squad.

‘Good luck,’ a man responded.

‘Grazie, I’ll need it,’ I shot back, even as Chiara gave me a narrowed glance in a warning.

She arranged a few shots of us strolling by the water, insisting I get my shirt off.

I did, with great reluctance, as I caught the gleam when she set eyes on my chest.

With each photo, I became more belligerent, wanting out.

Her smile was as forced as mine, and though we appeared to be a couple in love on camera, the tension between us was palpable.

‘Try not to look like you’re attending a funeral,’ she whispered.

The view was stunning—Vesuvius in the distance, and the sky above a gorgeous blue, a handful of clouds crossing the expanse.

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