Page 79 of Twisted Vows

As I battle a flood of tears, she looks over the wedding setup and meets Giorgio’s attentive gaze. It’s the same look Fiero gives me. Full of adoration and devotion, he has eyes only for Aurora. It’s beautiful.

Sensing my imminent breakdown, Aurora changes the subject.

“The view is stunning, but the drive out here was horrendous. Why did you choose this place anyway?”

I swipe my hand over my face, getting rid of the tears, and clear my throat before responding.

“Fiero chose it. He said neither of us is native to New York City, but it’s played such a pivotal role in both our lives. We were just in it, but now we’re of it. Which probably makes no sense, but—”

“No, I get it,” Aurora interrupts. “It makes perfect sense. As someone born and raised in the city, it’s easy to lose sight of the world beyond the walls.” She turns somber as memories play in her eyes. “But at some point, what’s within the walls ismore important than the world, so having the cityscape as your wedding photo background is… horribly romantic.”

I snort-cough and tighten my arm in hers.

“Thank you for accepting us into your walls, Aurora. Katherine and I were happy to lean on each other, but—”

I shrug. She starts a slow walk toward the lodge. I match her step for step as she puts my thoughts into words better than I can.

“You were isolated and afraid. Being strong for someone is so fucking hard sometimes, but when you don’t have a choice, you just keep charging forward.” By the glint in her eyes as she watches Tristan disappear into the lodge, I know she speaks from personal experience. “But to be honest, I didn’t let you into my walls. Giorgio knocked mine down and rebuilt them to fit him and his family inside. Just like how Fiero knocked yours down so you could accept me. They may be mafia, but they’re good husbands and fathers. They’re the most trustworthy men I’ve ever met.”

I nod.

We may have started our relationship with him kidnapping me after I caught him murdering a man in an alley, but I agree with her wholeheartedly. I trust Fiero.

“Alright, enough with the sappy shit. Let’s get you in your dress before the groom hauls you down the aisle in your scrubs.”

I laugh and slip into the lodge when she opens the door for me.

Despite being on my feet for over eight hours at work, my fatigue fades away as nervous energy and excitement build in my chest.

I fought every step of the way leading up to our first wedding but look forward to this one.

When Aurora and Katherine slip out of the dressing room so I can wriggle into my dress without an audience, I stand infront of the mirror and eye my reflection. Even though I bought my lingerie less than a week ago, the pudge of my lower belly stretches the waistline, and honestly, I don’t mind.

Actually, I love it. I splay my hand over my tiny baby bump and turn sideways to inspect my profile.

The door opens and shuts. I twirl too fast and lose my balance.

Fiero’s gigantic hands capture my waist and pull me flush against his front. His tattoos peek out of the collar and cuffs of his three-piece suit. The visual delight alone dampens my panties. Add in his delicious cologne, rock-hard muscles, and the memory of all the times he’s mastered my body, and my nipples harden and clit throbs.

He cups the back of my head, mindful of my simple updo, and leans me back to better study my face.

“Having thoughts of running away like a bad little captive?”

His low, gravelly voice and teasing tone arrow straight to my core. I quirk a brow and arch my back, adding a win under my name on a nonexistent scorecard when his gaze dips down to my cleavage.

“Shouldn’t you be asking how I plan to even the score this time instead?” I challenge.

His smirk steals the strength from my legs. I slip my hands around his nape and scratch my nails under his collar.

He growls, spins us both around, and drops to his knees with his back to the mirror and my ass in his hands. When he hooks my leg over his shoulder and pulls me close, I bite back a whimper and brace one hand on the mirror and grab his hair with the other as he kisses up my inner thigh.

“It’s been too long,mia caramellina. I need a taste. Watch yourself in the mirror and see how gorgeous you are as you come apart on my tongue.”

He pulls my panties aside and runs the flat of his tongue over my entire sex. I moan and tremble as he flicks and twirls over my labia and clit.

When he glances up my body and sees my eyes on him and not my reflection, he snarls and reaches around my hip with the arm under my leg and slips his hand into the cup of my bra. I gasp when he pulls out my breast. He pinches my nipple between his finger and thumb until pain streaks straight to my core.

“Hmm, you’re already dripping for me, aren’t you, my needy little wife? Be a goodcaramellinaand look in the mirror as you cream all over my face.Capisci?”

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