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I can’t see or hear anyone else besides Mia and the officiant as he starts the ceremony.

When it’s time for our vows, I regretfully pull one of my hands from hers to get her rings from my pocket. I haven’t gotten to give her an engagement ring yet, so I slide her wedding band on first, and then her engagement ring, and I love the little gasp she makes when she sees it.

Fuck, she’ll probably make the same sound when I slip the tip of my cock inside her for the first time – surprised by my size and wondering if I’m going to fit.

I bring her hand to my lips and kiss her rings. Her pupils dilate and she bites her plump lower lip, a beautiful pink flushing her cheeks.

I hand her my platinum band and she slides it into place on my finger, the slight tremor in her hands not escaping me as she says her vows. They sound like heaven leaving her lips while mine felt like the greatest honor leaving mine.

Caught up in the moment, she rubs her thumb over the shiny metal that I never want to take off, and this time I can’t resist lifting my hand to brush the backs of my knuckles over her soft cheeks to feel her blush.

Mia’s eyes fly back up to mine and they’re filled with confusion, anger, and something else, but she puts up her defenses before I can get a good read on her. I have another way of finding out how she’s feeling, though, because the second the officiant pronounces us man and wife, I barely wait for him to tell me I can now kiss my bride before my lips are on hers.

I kiss Mia with over two weeks’ worth of pent-up longing to taste her again. Cupping the side of her neck, I keep her exactly where I want her, and it only takes a moment for her to melt into the kiss.

Fuck, she’s the one.

I’ve never kissed a woman who tastes as good as she does, who makes my body rock-hard in an instant, or has made my heart race like it wants out of my chest and into hers.

I swipe my tongue across the seam of her lips just to tease her and then reluctantly pull away, remembering we have quite a large audience watching me kiss my new bride.

It’s the last sweet taste of her I’ll get, too, until she asks me for another. But the glazed over look to her eyes and the flushto her cheeks and neck has me believing I won’t have to wait too long for that request.

“I missed your taste, Mia,” I whisper, and smile when I feel the tremor that runs through her. “And not just your sweet mouth.” She inhales a sharp breath and I kiss her cheek.

Pulling back, I smile at our guests as they clap for us, and take Mia’s arm to walk us back down the aisle.

Bride and groom.

Husband and wife.

Together.

Mine.

Chapter 9

Mia

My brain has ceased to work properly.

Apparently, all I need is for Santino to hold my hand, kiss the gorgeous wedding rings he slipped on my finger, brush his fingers over my cheek, and then, oh yeah, kiss me senseless, in order for me to become a puddle of incoherent thoughts.

Alright, so maybe it was the kiss that rendered me brainless and has my legs unstable as I walk back down the aisle. I just made this path a few minutes ago as a single woman, and now I’m doing it on the arm of my husband.

I’m married.

I’m a bride.

I’m a wife.

I’m Mia Antonucci now.

My brain starts to piece itself back together around the end of the aisle, having completely ignored the people clapping for us as we pass them.

They don’t know what they’re applauding. Or, maybe they do, and that makes this so much worse.

I already am trying to ignore the fact that for a moment as I was walking towards Santino and our eyes were locked, it felt like it wasn’t going to be hard to marry him. I was willingly walking towards him rather than thinking of all the ways I can run, ruin him, or kill him in his sleep so I can be done with this farce.

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