Page 70 of Convenient Mafia Vows

“Get in the pool.”

My gaze drifts towards the water that’s still shimmering golden with the twinkling fairy lights. “The pool?”

“I’ll count to three, and if you’re not in the pool, I’ll throw you in.” He says this with a wicked smile.

I do as I’m told. I’ve always thought of myself as an independent woman, but there’s a huge part of me that wants to be dominated. It’s like this is the one area of my life that I can relinquish control to, and I know that I will do whatever Caleb tells me to do. And I will enjoy it more than I have ever enjoyed anything else.

The water is heated, but still, goosebumps pop on my flesh as I walk into the water. Caleb follows me. He stands in front of me, the water up to my waist, and kisses me before trailing his tongue down to my nipple. He sucks hard with one arm around my back, holding me tightly so that I can’t move.

His other hand finds my sex under the water. He inserts a finger, and I instinctively spread my legs. Two fingers. Three. I don’t know where the water ends and my wetness begins, but I want him to fill me up, so I raise my feet from the bottom of the pool and float towards him, his fingers supporting me in the water.

Caleb submerges my upper body; his mouth still finds my nipple under the water’s surface. I reach for his cock, wrapping my fist around his girth. He rams his fingers inside me, the water lapping the sides of the pool with our movements.

Without warning, Caleb removes his fingers, carries me to the side, and sits me on the edge. He spreads my legs wide, gripping my thighs to keep them open. Then he pushes his tongue inside me.

I lean backwards, rest my head on the tiled floor, and arch my spine, forcing myself onto him. I stare at the stars. All I can think about is the feel of Caleb’s tongue inside me, rasping back and forth across my clit. The tingling, and the throbbing. I want it to last all night, but I’m powerless to stop my orgasm from bursting out of me.

Panting, I barely feel Caleb pushing my thighs backwards, raising my ass off the side of the pool. His tongue travels between my sex and my butt, while his fingers play with my orgasm. They keep it coming and coming. I think he says, “Good girl,” but colors explode behind my eyelids, and the stars, when I open my eyes, are twinkling just for me and Caleb.

I lie there, limp and spent until he picks me up and slides me onto his cock. I wrap my legs around him, and he walks back towards the middle of the pool, our bodies submerged up to our chests. Arms around his neck, Caleb’s hands still gripping my thighs, I ride him under the water until he comes inside me, his warm cum mingling with the pool water trapped inside me.

After, we lie on the decking side by side, our skin tingling as it dries, and sip champagne. Caleb leans over me and dribbles champagne from his mouth to mine, his fingers making a trail around my breasts.

He doesn’t speak, but everything about tonight is so tender, so perfect, that I feel the glimmer of hope that this is way more than either of us expected it to be, sparking inside me.

Breakfast is waiting for me the following morning when I wake up in Caleb’s bed: poached eggs and oak-smoked salmon, a rack of brown toast, jelly and marmalade and neat curls of butter, steaming coffee and cream, and a selection of pastries for me to share with Abigail. A note is tucked inside a pristine white napkin with the Wraith emblem in one corner.

The car is waiting to take you to the Titan.

I swallow hard. A moment ago, I wanted to devour everything on this tray, but now the smell of the smoked salmon is making me feel nauseous.

I push it away, shower quickly, and carry the tray through to the kitchen to eat with Abigail. Still, I only manage to nibble a slice of toast while my eyes devour the food.

Moira and Emily are waiting for us when we arrive. Emily takes Abigail to the playroom used by some of the employee’s children, while Moira and I check out the ballroom.

The Titan doesn’t have the sleek, dark splendor of the Wraith, but it does reflect the golden era of Hollywood. The pale gold walls shimmer with the glow of tasseled wall lamps. The overhead chandeliers appear to sprinkle golden raindrops on our heads. The floor is so highly polished that it looks wet, and there are framed black and white photos of celebrities hanging on the walls.

I stand in the middle of the ballroom and turn three-sixty. I’m gaping but I don’t even care. The ceiling is ultra-high, and when I let out a giggle, it echoes off the walls. I didn’t expect to be this wowed by it, given the situation with Olivia, but it’s perfect for a wedding reception.

When I turn around to face Moira, her face is beaming. “You love it, I can tell.”

“I do.” I hesitate.

“But?”

“But… Moira, I don’t…” Jeez, I can be such a wimp when it comes to saying how I feel about stuff. “I feel bad knowing thatthis is all … for show.” It sounds way worse when I say it out loud than it did in my head.

Moira’s expression relaxes into a smile. “Why don’t you let me worry about that, huh?” Her perfectly shaped eyebrows slant upwards. “One thing you should know about this family: we don’t do things by halves. We could make this a small intimate affair. Or we could forget all about it, carry on as if my new daughter-in-law doesn’t care about being introduced to our friends and family.”

Her tone is pleasant, but I understand what she’s saying. We have no choice. Caleb Murray would throw an extravagant party, he would invite everyone he knows to meet his bride, and he would take immense pleasure from showing her off.

If only this were real.

It’s now down to me and Caleb to make everyone believe that this is real, and with memories of last night lingering in my mind, it shouldn’t be too difficult.

“Good.” Moira nods once. “Come, I’ll introduce you to Bastien.”

Bastien, or Bash as he’s affectionately known to his family and friends, is waiting for us at a corner table in the Titan’s restaurant. He stands when we enter and kisses Moira on both cheeks before taking my hand and greeting me the same way.

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