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“Are you begging me for my cock,farfalla?” He pulls back to look into my eyes and mine widen when I realize he’s right. “It’s okay, my beautiful bride, I won’t hold it against you, nor will I make you repeat yourself so I can hear how sexy you sound when you’re begging for my cock. I will say that this moment is even more perfect than I envisioned in my head.”

I give him the best withering glare I can muster while in my frantic state, but he just smirks, the cocky bastard.

“I’m not going to give you my cock,farfalla. Not here.”

“Wh-what? Why not?” I question, nervous I ruined the moment.

“Your first time needs to be special. It needs to be in a bed, with you laid out beautifully and me worshipping every inch of your body until you’re ready for me. Then, I’ll be gentle with you. I’ll let you get used to me and my size and make slow love to you.” My breath hitches. Make love? “After the first time, though, I can’t guarantee I’ll be gentle again, though, because every time I see you and am near you, I have the inexplicable need to rip your clothes off and fuck you until you’re screaming my name.”

“Santino,” I whisper, digging my nails into his back.

“Yes, baby, but much, much louder.”

“Then maybe you should take me back to your apartment where you have a very nice, big bed, and you can do all of that.”

Santino kisses me hard and fast, then lifts me off the counter and sets me back on the floor where he pulls my dress down for me and quickly puts his clothes back on.

He takes my hand and walks us out of there, only remembering at the last second to turn the lights off and set the alarm before closing and locking the door behind us.

I almost giggle at the notion that he’s too distracted by me to think straight, but I don’t. I like the idea too much.

Chapter 21

Santino

Mia is perfect.

She was made for me.

I already knew she was, but with every second I spend with her, it’s solidified.

I drive us home as fast as I possibly can in this city, running through everything I’m going to do with her when we get there.

Mia wants me.

She told me she wants me. She told me she needs me.

She fucking begged for my cock.

If she hadn’t already just made me come, I would’ve from her words alone.

I think Mia is starting to know her power over me, and it’s going to be fun seeing what she can get me to do once she knows how to fully wield that power over me.

I keep my hand on her thigh and squeeze, needing to get her naked five minutes ago.

If it wasn’t her first time, I would’ve fucked her in our new kitchen and christened the damn place the way it should be. But I can’t do that to her. Mia deserves the gentleman I want to be for her. She deserves the most unselfish version of me her first time.

The moment I park in the garage, I hop out and jog around to open her door. She takes my hand and looks up at me with a smile that has my dick throbbing painfully and my heart beatingout of sync like she just reached inside my chest and wrapped her hand around it.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks, the sweet melody of her voice like music to my ears.

“How am I looking at you?”

“Like you can’t wait to be upstairs with me.” She smiles sweetly and my vision blurs for a second before clearing again on her angelic face.

“Well, that’s exactly how I feel, and I don’t need to hide that from you.”

“No, you don’t. Let’s go.” She squeezes my hand and I tug her forward, kissing her until I feel her slump against me, unable to hold herself up any longer.

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