Page 59 of Sinful Daughter (Dark Mafia Sins 2)

“Do what?” he feigns innocence.

His one hand unsnaps my bra, and it goes lax around me. Theo leans over, pressing a soft kiss to my lips before he’s kissing down my neck and sweeping my bra off my body. I’m going to be smarter this time. After this, wearehaving this conversation.

Three loud pounds vibrate my bedroom door. I’m half-drunk off Theo’s kisses and almost ignore it.

“Wear this.” He hands me a box before my eyes are open. When I’m able to focus again, he’s fully dressed, leaving me almost naked.

“We’re having a conversation.” My mouth is hanging open in disbelief. I can handle him distracting me, but leaving in the middle of our conversation is not allowed.

“It’s your brother. I can’t let him wait.”

“Yes, you can.” I can feel my anger rising.

He walks over to me, placing a kiss on my lips. “I love you. Don’t be mad.”

I am mad. I watch his retreating back as he walks out of my room. It’s not even a walk of shame. He struts like a peacock. This is why my brother hasn’t warmed up to him. Theo is arrogant and doesn’t hide his feeling for me. He’s unapologetic that he’s fucking the boss’s daughter. We may be engaged, but my father still likes to pretend to believe his daughters don’t have sex until marriage.

Out of spite, I toss the box into the garbage beside my bed. The box topples over and opens because the waste basket is too small. A beautiful white dress spills out of it. I walk over to the package, opening it fully. A simple dress lies inside it. It could be a wedding dress, maybe for a beach wedding. Or it could be a nice, fancy dress I could wear out for dinner. I’m not sure if I want to get married so badly that I’m making this nice gesture into something it’s not, like a wedding dress.

Looking back at the door, Theo is long gone. I want to rebel and put on my already planned outfit, but the dress is stunning. I could be setting myself up for heartbreak. Biting the corner of my lips, I decide to glide the smooth silk-like fabric over my head and down my body.

It fits perfectly like it was made especially for me. I allow my hair to dry naturally, letting it become a little crazy as it splays over and past my shoulders while I do my makeup.

Our house has two large wings. My brother is on one side, and currently I’m living on the other side. Theo and I don’t live together, because we’re not married, but he stays over most nights. Until my father makes a comment, then he stays away for a night or two.

Our house is silent, the lack of sound strange when there’s always chatter around. My father is standing in his special suit at the bottom of the stairs.

“Aria,” he greets me.

I can feel my eyes welling with tears. I want this to be what I think so badly. If it’s not, it will destroy me. “What are you doing?”

“Walking you down the aisle.” He gives me a knowing smirk.

I loop my arm around my father’s as he guides me to our backyard. Our family is there in my mother’s garden, and Theo is standing next to the priest.

He meets my father at the end of the aisle, taking my hand when the priest asks who gives me away.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers. “Was it worth the surprise?” He holds my eyes, wanting confirmation he did the right thing. He’s adorable, and I love that he’s always thinking of me, even when I may think otherwise.

“Yes.” A tear escapes my eye, and his thumb brushes it away.

Standing before our family, we finally get our wish.

“Aria, do you take Kane Caruso to be your wedded husband?” I nod, trying to find my voice. Theo squeezes my hand, giving me a wink. I say my vows, then he repeats his. The entire time, it feels like a dream. My hands don’t shake as Theo places a ring on my finger, and my father presents me with Theo’s ring.

“You may kiss the bride” is announced, and Theo kisses me like no one is around. Unashamed of his affection toward me.

Three years later

“Theo,” I moanout. His hand wraps around my neck, putting the perfect amount of pressure on it.

“You better not moan out another man’s name,” he plays.

I secretly smile on the inside, knowing I would rile him up by not calling him Kane. His hips slow, grinding against me, teasing my building orgasm. He’s fucking me in my family’s pool while they’re all gone, leaving us to babysit a sleeping baby. I think it’s my mother’s passive-aggressive side trying to convince us to have children.

His hand moves my bathing suit top, and my breasts pop out into his hands. My head leans against the side of the pool. “You filming us for later?” I breathlessly ask, nipping his lip. I bite a little too hard, and he begins to pump his hips faster, fucking me senseless.

“Fuck no. No one gets to see what’s mine.” I love when he gets all alpha on me.

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