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He buries his face in the space between my shoulder and my neck, and my pussy flutters, signaling I’m right on the edge.

“Let go, Sophia.Fuck!Let go!”he demands before sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of my neck.

“Banner!”I scream as my pussy locks onto his driving cock and fireworks explode behind my eyes.

Banner thrusts his hips once more before pressing himself as deep as he can get.His cock twitches as his cum spills into me.

I lock my limbs tightly around him as my heart beats wildly.

Banner gathers me into his arms and rolls onto his back without losing our connection.“You okay?”he quietly asks once our breathing has slowed.

“Is it always like this?”

“No.This… us…” I lift my eyes to see him shaking his head.“Never felt anything like this,” he finally says.

The admission sends a rush of butterflies into flight in my belly.

I’m blown away by how sweet Banner has been to me.Nobody hasevermade me feel special the way he does.

Chapter7

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I watch in awe as Sophia pulls a wooden bowl that I didn’t even know I had from the refrigerator and places it on the island.

After consummating our marriage this morning, we lazed for a bit then got up and showered together.It took all my control not to have her again, but I could tell by her movements that she was sore.

Since then, she’s been familiarizing herself with our kitchen and putting together what I have no doubt is a traditional Italian meal.

I make a mental note to thank the prospects for filling the kitchen with food while we were at the clubhouse yesterday since clearly cooking makes my new wife happy.

Feeling my eyes on her she looks up and smiles.“Is something wrong?”

“Nobody’s ever cooked for me before,” I admit.

Her lips turn down at this revelation.“I love to cook.”

“I love to eat.”Her cheeks turn pink from the innuendo, and I smirk.Her naivety is so damn adorable.

“After we eat, I have to run over to the warehouse for a little while.”I pull down two plates and set them in front of the food while she grabs the silverware.

“Can I go with you?”

My brows furrow.“You want to go to the warehouse?”

She turns her head and stares out the window.“I can stay here if you don’t want me to go.”

I gently grip her chin and lift it to see her face.“Mouse, I want you to listen and listen good, okay?”

Her head bounces up and down.

“You are not a prisoner here.You don’t have to putter around this house like some obedient housewife.”Her eyes light up and she opens her mouth to speak, but I keep going, saying what I need to say.“You’re not a mafia wife; you’re my wife.My fucking queen.”I say the last forcefully so it hits its mark.

She covers her mouth as tears start to well in her eyes.

“Aw, fuck.Don’t cry, babe.”Wrapping my arms around her slender waist, I pull her against my chest and chuckle when she burrows her face into my shirt.

“Thank you,” she whispers, her voice muffled from my tee.

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