Page 105 of Broken Prince

Once he was done, he toweled me dry and helped me into my pj’s before taking care of himself and once he was dressed, he pulled me into his arms and carried me to the bed.

“Luca, I'm fine now. I'm not an invalid.”

“You got kidnapped and drugged, my love. Let me take care of you.”

I sighed but gave in. I knew it was just as much for him as it was for me.

He put me in bed and arranged the covers around me. “I’ll be right back.”

I relaxed against the fluffy pillows when Luca rolled in a cart full of food. “I was not sure what you wanted.”

“Luca…” I chided before settling for the plate of scrambled eggs with toast.

He sat on the comfy cream armchair across the bed and looked at me, a glass of scotch in his hand.

“Marry me,” he blurted out when I was halfway through my plate of food.

I almost choked on my toast. “What?”

“Marry me, tomorrow…just, marry me.”

“Is that a proposal?”

He nodded.

“Of course I’ll marry you Luca Montanari, but…” I shook my head. “We can’t just get married right now. This is crazy; we barely know each other.”

“Yes, we can. I requested a license this morning.” He leaned forward on his seat. “I know you, I know everything that matters. Marry me—tomorrow morning. I don't want to leave New York without you as my wife.”

“Luca, it is the fear of losing me talking. I—”

He shook his head. “I always fear losing you, tesora. Whether you are in danger or not. You’re my great love, myonlylove. You are my chance of happiness and I realized that a long time ago. But I pushed these feelings away, buried them because I shouldn’t have wanted you and because of the way I feel for you—fuck, woman, it scares me in ways I can hardly comprehend. You deserve a fairy tale, and this love we share, baby, it’s not the fairy tale you want or you dream of.”

“You are my Prince Luca; the dark armor doesn’t scare me.”

“I’m back on top of the food chain. I’m Mafia—it’s dark, it’s dirty. I won’t be able to tell you everything and there are things you’ll hear, you’ll see that you won’t like, that you won’t agree with but I’ll have to do them anyway. I’ll be the darkness surrounding your bright light. But I swear to never smother it, never.”

“Let your darkness embrace my light, Luca Montanari. I don’t scare easily. Why can’t we make our own fairy tale, you and me? It doesn't have to be Disney. It only needs to be us.”

“We can have your fairy-tale wedding later if you want, whenever, wherever, but for now give me that. Cassie, I beg you, marry me.”

“I don’t want a fairy-tale wedding, not now, not ever. Yes, as crazy as it is, I’ll marry you tomorrow.”

Luca’s face lit up like a child on Christmas morning, and just for that, I knew I made the right choice.

“Make love to me, Luca Montanari,” I said once he removed the food from my lap.

He froze for a second, his eyes lighting up with a lustful glint. “You’ve been hurt, tesora. I’m not sure—”

“But I am.” I removed my pajama top, giving him a full view of my erect nipples. “My mind is clear now and I’m craving your hands on my skin.”

Luca's eyes raked over my chest, his face morphing from indecision to pure desire. I still could hardly believe the power I had over that man. How much he wanted me.

He removed his own pajamas and his magnificent body and semi-hard cock made my stomach flutter and my lady part clench at the thought of his big cock inside me.

I pulled back the cover and lifted my hips in a silent invitation for him to take off my pajama bottom. I knew how much he enjoyed stripping me.

He growled with appreciation and hooked his fingers on the side of my pants, taking them down slowly before throwing them on the other side of the room.

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