Page 56 of The Saint

“No…”

“Then put on the damn ring and be my wife.”

I sucked in a breath before I looked at the ring again. My last wedding ring had been a completely different cut and style, and I was relieved to see something new, something that was unique and breathtaking but still me. I loved it the moment I saw it, and I loved it more because of who had given it to me.

I took the ring out of the box and slid it onto my finger, and of course, it was a perfect fit. The diamond was enormous compared to my slender finger. Anyone who saw it would know that a very powerful and rich man was behind it, that I belonged to someone ruthless…and romantic.

When I looked up at him again, he didn’t look pissed off anymore. Now, his eyes had softened slightly, and a wonderment was in his gaze. His eyes shifted back and forth between mine before a slow smile crept on to his lips. Then he slammed his hand hard onto the table, so hard it made the plates and glasses dance and clatter against the surface. “Fuck yeah.” He came around the table and dropped to his knees between my legs, kissing me hard, both hands cupping my cheeks, his tongue already in my mouth. His hands were in my hair, and he ravished me like I’d only been a fantasy until this moment—when he finally got to have me.

He lifted me from the chair and put me on the table, my legs wrapping around his waist. He grabbed my baggy shirt and pulled it off until my tits were out. My thong came next, yanked over my ass and thighs until it slid to my ankles then dropped to the floor.

Bastien breathed quick and hard as he shoved down his bottoms and revealed his rock-hard dick. He tugged me to the edge, tilted my hips enough to shove his fat dick inside, squeezing into my tight paradise. He forced his way in and gave the sexiest moan when he claimed my lands in his name. “Fuck.” He tugged on the back of my hair with his hand, and he fucked me more like a whore than a fiancée.

But I fucking liked it.

He was vicious, pounding into me hard and fast, not caring if it was too much or too deep.

I clung to his arms, saw my brilliant diamond against his beautiful skin, felt claimed by him in a deeper way than before. I would be more than his woman. I would be his wife. The woman of the house. The mother of his children. He wanted me for all his life, and he wasn’t afraid to say it. He didn’t play games. Didn’t run away from commitment like a boy with too many options.

“Say you’ll marry me.” He breathed into my ear as he continued to fuck me.

“I’ll marry you.” I squeezed his hips with my thighs as I took the ruthless pounding.

“Fucking marry me.”

“Yes.” I was already going to come, starting at nothing and going to a hundred in a second. “I want to marry you.” I clawed at his arms, even at his injury, but he didn’t react to the pain. “I want to marry you…”

“Fuck yeah.”

I started to come around him, the tears shedding, my body on fire. “God…yes.”

He rammed into me harder as his skin blotched red, coated in sweat. He gave a moan as he released, dumping his seed inside me as I came with him, the two of us moaning and grunting and crying out as we exploded in fire.

We didn’t stop until sunrise.

We started at the dining table, then hit the couch, and then made our way into bed. After the third time, we were both spent, tired from the long night but still high on each other. I lay beside him, my leg hiked over his hip, tracing the rough outline of his stubble with my fingers.

His eyes were tired, but he didn’t close them, still staring into my depths.

When I’d left Adrien, I’d expected to be single for at least a year, to take my time before getting back into the dating world. Instead, I ended up engaged less than six months later, and it felt right. “The ring has been sitting in your nightstand this whole time?”

“Yeah.”

“How long?”

“I bought it six weeks ago.”

Six weeks ago. That was before he’d asked me to move in. Before we’d said we loved each other. When we were trying to take it slow. “You knew all the way back then?”

“I knew it even before. Went after I had drinks with Luca.”

“Why then?”

He gave a slight smile. “I’ll let Luca tell you the story.”

I continued to outline the hard bones in his jawline with my fingers. I was smothered by his scent, the smell of man and sweat and cigar smoke and rain…all the things I loved. “It’s beautiful. I love it.”

“I love the way it looks on you when you’re naked.”

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