Page 91 of Possessive Vows

Tears clog my throat as I meet Dimitri’s gaze. The only thing that would make this moment more perfect would be —

My brother fills the door frame as though summoned by my thoughts.

I clear my throat and wave him in.

The room may be the most opulent bridal receiving room any wedding venue has to offer, but with five muscular mafia men—because of course Fiero Capito and Ermanno Mancini aren’t far behind their dons—their five stunning mafia queens, four rambunctious children, and an infant, the space shrinks.

I love it. I love them.

My family.

No, only half of my family.

I haven’t met Dimitri’s siblings or parents—and his brother Boris is expecting his sixth child in a few months, so there’s quite a few to meet—but I know I’ll love them, too.

Dimitri unlocked the fear holding my heart captive and gave me a purpose. I’ll create a village to raise these kids and watch them blossom into the best versions of themselves.

When the alarm on my phone rings, Loretta ushers everyone out so I can change into my dress. Dimitri ensures Serenity and Aurora have our children under their wings before taking over Loretta’s duty. She balks until I place a hand on her shoulder.

“Are you sure? I can—”

“Yes, I’m sure. Thank you, Loretta,” I say.

She nods and pats the back of my hand before shutting the door on her way out.

Dimitri twists the lock and leans back on the ornate wood. His hungry eyes devour me.

He’s lethally handsome in his suit. My nipples pebble and clit throbs.

When he doesn’t move away from the door, I walk over to the dressing corner and stand in front of the floor-length mirror. I pull my sweatshirt over my head, careful not to mess up my hair and makeup, kick off my sneakers, and push my sweatpants off my legs.

His sharp inhale travels down my spine and fills me with feminine power. I look over my shoulder as I reach into my clothes bag and pull out the only thing I plan to wear under my outfit.

Barely more than a strip of lace, the garter belt is mysomething bluefor our extravagant wedding. I step into the belt and wiggle my hips as I pull it up my legs, teasing my husband with every shift.

His massive hands settle over mine before I can lift them away from the lace. He guides my palms to the mirror, bending me forward without pressing against me.

Even though I trust him, my body continues to fight demons that are no longer alive, since he ensured each of the eight men who hurt me no longer walk the earth.

I hope they rot in hell for an eternity. With my angel of death’s help, I will overcome my fight-or-flight response one step at a time.

“Stay right there while I enjoy my snack,” he murmurs in my ear.

The sight of him looming over me, him in a suit while I’m naked, is both startling and insanely erotic.

He drops to his knees behind me.

I curl my toes in anticipation as his breath wafts over my exposed pussy.

He doesn’t snack. He feasts.

My palms leave sweat smears on the mirror. I drop to my forearms as he flicks, licks, and swirls his tongue over every inch of my sex. Pressure builds in my core. My entire body shakes.

“Be quiet,so´lnyshka. We wouldn’t want our guests to worry, would we?”

At the mention of the people on the other side of the door, a thrill races down my spine. I clamp my teeth together.

He seals his mouth over my pussy and sucks.

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