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Kissing her back with unrelenting force, the love I have for her flows through me as though it’s a tangible being, intense and powerful. The magnitude of said love knows no bounds, and somehow, even clearer than before, I know she will marry me today instead.

My silent proposal intertwines with her silentyes.

With a kiss, I allow myself to daydream of when I will finally get the opportunity to propose, and the look on her face when I do. A smile pulls at my lips at the mental image, and Vinnie pulls away, smiling at me as she traces her fingertips against my cheek.

Lifting on her knees, she slowly glides up my cock, releasing me from her warmth before she pushes backward to her feet and stands.

Leaning forward, I cup between her legs before she can step away further, dragging my fingers through my cum as it slides out of her. Smearing it against her inner thighs and all around her greedy pussy, I smile. “With every step closer to him, you’ll feel the evidence of my release on your skin. You’remine, Vincenza, and no promise of matrimony will keep you from me.”

Her cheeks redden slightly as she pushes back a smile of her own. “Your mouth is filthy, Sly Lucchetti.”

I can hear it in her voice that she doesn’t fully believe my words. Not yet. But within the hour she will.

“Only for you, piccola ladra. My mouth was made entirely for you and your pleasure.”

She turns back toward the mirror and picks up her panties, stepping into them as best as she can with the large skirt of her dress. Our eyes connect through the mirror, and I watch the shudder of her chest as she expels a shaky breath.

Knowing it is my time to leave, I stand and redress myself before coming up behind her. My hands trace up the intricate detailing on her sleeves before I wisp her hair from her shoulder and press a kiss to the column of her neck.

You’re mine, Vincenza Paladino, and in less than one hour, we will show the world that our love is stronger than your fake engagement.

Chapter 18

Sly

Every step I take away from Vincenza as I cross her hotel room feels like a searing hot knife cutting through each organ in my body, stopping at my heart. The tip of the knife pokes at the it, pricking it with pain each time my foot touches the ground.

Walking away from her is never easy, regardless if it's only for a while.

With the wedding ceremony beginning in just twenty minutes, I had to force myself to leave the room. There are still plans to make.

My hand hovers on the doorknob as I sneak one final glance at the bride.

Mybride.

Vinnie looks breathtaking. Her cheeks are extra rosey, and she looks thoroughly pleasured—because she is. Sitting on the couch, her eyes flare as she watches me go, and I can’t help but wish I was inside of her mind, listening to her thoughts.

“Ti amo, piccola ladra,” I say before pulling open the door and taking a step into the hall. As the door closes behind me, my heart surges as I sense a presence.

Turning quickly, my hand immediately reaches beneath the back of my jacket, clasping my pistol.

“Relax, Lucchetti. I’m here to talk to you about my sister, not further the war.” The eldest Paladino is leaning against the wall next to the door, the sole of his shoe propped up against it as though he doesn’t have a care in the world—or a wedding to attend.

“Luciano, is it?” Of course, I already know. I’m buying time, trying to analyze his body language to figure out why he is here.

He scoffs. “Don’t act naïve, Lucchetti. We’re past that, despite this being our first meeting. The noises I just heard come from that hotel room—which I intend to permanently burn from my mind later—confirm my suspicions.”

My eyes narrow. “Which are?”

“My sister is truly head over heels in love with you. So what are you going to do about it?”

I don’t ask him how he knows about us. Perhaps she told him, or perhaps he simply has worked through the pieces of the puzzle.

My attention returns to the closed door at my back as footsteps draw near. Luciano hears them as well and grabs me by the arm, steering me further down the hall and around a corner. As soon as we’re out of sight, I shrug out of his hold.

I have no intention of clueing him into my intentions, but curiosity gets the better of me. “What exactly is there to do about it, stronzo?”

As Luciano shakes his head slowly, I see his jaw clench. “Stop it.”

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