Page 54 of The Merciless Don's Bride

Her head drops to my shoulder. I hold her tight, arms wrapped around her back as I fuck her hard enough to make the room spin.

Still not enough.

I stand, lifting her with me. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I pound up into her—slamming her against the wall with every brutal thrust.

She’s trembling. Her cries broken. Her body stretched thin.

“One more time,” I whisper. “Come for me,bella.”

“I-I can’t—”

“You can. Be a good girl and come for Daddy.”

I lay her on her back, hook her legs over my shoulders, and drive into her, deeper than ever before.

She sobs my name, her nails carving into my back.

I continue to thrust my cock into her, grinding deep, not stopping until she’s wrung out and breathless. I chase her down the edge and follow her over it with a deep, guttural groan, spilling inside her like I’ve found home in her body.

I collapse over her, bracing myself on my forearms, kissing her like I’ll never taste her again.

She touches my cheek. Then presses a kiss to my lips. And another to my forehead. Something shifts inside me. Something dangerous.

We stay like that for a moment. Breathing each other in. Still connected. The room is dark but I can still see the beauty, the contentment, in her eyes. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and I don’t know how I’m going to convince myself to remove my cock from inside of her, much less, give her away.

Her eyes flutter open, dazed and glassy. “What now?”

I press a kiss to her lips.

“Now you belong to me.”

I dress in silence, buttoning my shirt, sliding my watch back on.

She lies there, naked, taunting me, watching me like I’m the one being hunted. Like I’m her prey. It drives me fucking crazy.

I want to taste her and bury my cock inside of her all over again. But I don’t, I restrain myself—barely. When I’m fully dressed, I turn to look at her one last time. “See you around, Cassandra,” I murmur, my voice cool, unreadable. Her eyes flash—defiance, maybe regret. “See you around, Mr. Italian,” she retorts, chin lifted.

I don’t respond. I step out the door without another word. But I don’t leave. I pause just outside, pull out my phone, and dial. “Miguel,” I say when he picks up. “I need eyes on her. Now.” I wait in front of the door until he appears, face hard and alert. “No one goes in that room until she opens the door herself,” I say, my tone low and sharp. “Understood?” “Yes, Boss.” “When she leaves, you follow. Make sure she gets home safe. And then…” I meet his gaze, my own voice dropping into something colder. “Don’t lose sight of her. I don’t care if it takes days. Weeks. Months. Until I say otherwise, you watch her.” Miguel nods without hesitation. “Got it, Boss.” I walk away without looking back. But in my mind, she’s still there. Naked. Moaning my name.

Tasting like sin and surrender. And I know one thing with absolute certainty— Cassandra Solis will be my bride. She just doesn’t know it yet.

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Present Day.

Cassie blinks, her eyes wide. I can see it in her eyes that she remembers. She tries so hard to hide it but after that kiss, there’s no doubt in my mind that she wants me. I felt it. She’s been fighting every single one of her instincts since I brought her to my home. Now I just wish she’d just let herself feel.

The applause from the crowd is loud and polite. It takes a great deal of effort to turn away from Cassie and face our well-wishers. They’re mostly members of the Cosa Nostra. Important people that would have taken it as a slight had I decided not to invite them to my wedding.

I can see them looking now, wondering who Cassie is. They’re wondering why I married a woman that’s not a part of world. One that can’t manipulate or use against me. Which is precisely why this is such a good match.

The priest pronounces us husband and wife and I hold her hand in mine as we both turn to the congregation. I feel Cassie’s hand tremble in mine.

“Don’t be scared, mi vida. They’re all vultures. But you’re their queen now. Untouchable. I promise to never let anyone harm you,” I say lowly so that only she can hear.

My words seem to provide her with some measure of strength. I hear her exhale a soft breath and when I look at her, there’s a small light smile playing on her lips. Genuine, strong.

I know without a doubt she’s ready.

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