Page 66 of Nico (Belles & Mobsters 2)

“Mi fai impazzire di desiderio,”I whispered against her lips. You drive me crazy with desire.

The problem was it wasn’t just desire. I was starving for her. I wanted to consume her, body, heart, and soul. The selfish bastard in me wanted it all.

My mouth clashed with hers, tasting her. That unique taste of hers was my high. Bianca Morrelli was definitely my kryptonite.

Her hands had taken my suit jacket and locked down, holding me close to her. The bastard in me was glad to know she was just as impacted by me as I was by her. My one hand wrapped around the nape of her head while I kept the other on her lower back, her exposed skin, pressing her against me.

Soft noises sounded in her throat, making me wild. My tongue swirled with hers in perfect harmony. She met each demand in the sweetest surrender, her submission stealing vital parts of me.

She was all mine.

Forever.

* * *

My wifeand I headed for the dance floor that had been set up on the north side of Bianca’s property.

Everyone watched as I wrapped my wife into my arms for our first dance as husband and wife.

My wife.

I never expected it. Never wanted it. This was supposed to be about revenge, a business arrangement, but somehow it became so much more. I held her firmly against me, our bodies fitting perfectly despite our size difference. My hand curved around her waist, her curves soft against my hardness.

“You know,” she smiled softly. “For such a big guy, you are quite a smooth operator on the dance floor.”

I raised my eyebrow. “Big guy?”

She shrugged. “Well, you are not exactly a small guy. You tower over most people, and I have never seen a man with broad shoulders like yours.” She danced well, her small body fit perfect against mine. “You probably spend hours in the gym every day. Your friends too.”

Her eyes shifted to where Cassio, Luca, Luciano, and Raphael stood with Vasili Nikolaev and his two brothers. I could only imagine what Bianca thought of them. We didn’t exactly give off soccer dad vibes.

Her twins ran around with Matteo, occupied with their kids' games. Grace, Isabella, and Ella sat around, happy that the wedding went by without a glitch. It was only thanks to them that it happened. I might have forced Bianca into this marriage, but I still wanted to make it special.

“So who is Cassio King?” Bianca’s back slightly tensed under my palm, and I searched out her face.

“My friend,” I told her. “A good one.”

“Hmmm.” I wanted to see if she’d add anything else. “You’ve known him for a long time? And his brother? What about Luciano? And the other guys?”

I chuckled. “Curious, aren’t you?” She rolled her eyes at me, and damn it, if I didn’t find it sexy. “Luciano and Cassio have known each other the longest. They grew up together. I met both of them and Luca when I was in college. We became friends when I killed the man Cassio’s father sent to kill his sons.”

Bianca’s eyes widened and she stumbled.

“W-what?” Her voice was a hoarse whisper, and now I regretted telling her that. She might be Benito’s daughter, but she grew up in a normal family and environment. “Why?”

“Because he is a sick bastard,” I told her. “They are his illegitimate sons so he treats them badly.”

She visibly paled, and I silently cursed myself. “What about their mother?”

“She killed herself when they were both young.”

“Jesus Christ.”

Nobody even knew the half of it. Cassio was lucky to be alive. The reason both Cassio and Luca survived and turned into decent men was because their grandfather raised them.

“That’s horrible,” she muttered.

“It’s not something to talk about on our wedding day.” I decided to change the subject. Grace offered to watch the girls for the next three days so we’d have a honeymoon. I didn’t think Bianca would go for it, though they’d be guarded better than the president’s daughter. “Do you want to go on a honeymoon?”

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