Page 127 of Savage Vow (Mafia Marriages 3)

The grin on Etta’s face grows wider, believing that she has won.

She’s dead wrong.

“I’m his wife,” I say proudly before I close the gap and lean down, shoving my mouth forcefully over Aurielo’s lips.

Etta takes a step back and clears her throat. Maybe she’s waiting for the kiss to end and for him to say something.

I don’t stop kissing Aurielo, and he reciprocates hungrily.

He pulls me into his lap.

I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, if that’s at all possible. The world around us disappears, although I know in the back of my head that Etta is out there watching. I don’t care. Let her watch. Let her talk.

Sitting on Aurielo’s lap, I feel his body react, and him stir awake.

A grin spreads across my lips. Panting, I pull back slightly to catch my breath. My heart is slamming against my ribcage.

Aurielo’s eyes are on me and me alone.

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