Page 103 of Cassio (Belles & Mobsters 3)

“You don’t want to marry me?” His voice was relaxed, his posture never changed, except for the grip on his steering wheel. It was barely noticeable but it tightened, giving me a glimpse of his white knuckles.

“I just never imagined it would go like this,” I told him. “A day that has been prepared for someone else for such a long time and suddenly it is my day.”

“Butterfly, doyouwant to marry me?” The question was simple. Surprisingly the answer was simple too. The man I have been talking to for the past six weeks, that I kissed two years ago and again in Vegas. But it was so much more than just a lover’s touch. He made me feel safe. Despite being the son of the very person that killed my father and brother of the man that featured in my nightmares.

Cassio Hunter King made me feel safe.

“I do.” A little sigh echoed in the closed space, and I wasn’t sure whether it was mine or his.

His car came to a stop and I glanced around, realizing we were back at my apartment building. His building. He parked and turned to face me, his big palms on both of my cheeks.

“Tell me what you want, Áine,” he demanded. “I want you to get what you always dreamed of. Big wedding, small wedding. Anything.”

The look he gave me burned right through my soul. The maddening desire in his dark depths made me feel wanted, protected, cherished. It was all it took.

Our eyes held and my breath hitched, while my heart fluttered lightly. He pressed his lips against mine and I sucked in my breath. His kisses were so incredibly hot, sending fire right down to my toes. The term curling toes finally made sense. A groan resounded in his chest, his hand pushed into my hair at the nape and held me firm. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, pulling on my bottom lip between his teeth and a hazy rush of lust pooled in my lower stomach.

“Hunter?” I murmured softly against his lips.

“Hmmm.”

“Your apartment or mine?” Suddenly we were back in Vegas, and I knew the answer before he opened his mouth.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “Mine.”

It took us five minutes to get to his floor. We busted through his apartment door entangled in each other, our mouths colliding and our hands hungry. I have no idea how we found ourselves in the bedroom, Hunter seated on the edge of the bed, me grinding my hot core against his thigh, while our tongues danced to the tune only the two of us could hear.

My nipples tightened, tingling in expectation. Heat pulsated between my thighs, wanting to feel his cock deep inside me.

“Hunter, I-” What do I say? I needed him. Like the sun needed the moon to balance the night against the day. His touch ignited me and calmed me. Now that I was so close to him, breathing in his scent, feeling his eyes consume me so effortlessly, my heart was stuck in my throat. I wanted him so much. He would light the match to my body, and I’d disintegrate to dust without him. I brushed a hand across his neck and into his thick dark hair. “I really want to marry you,” was all I ended up saying in a breathless voice.

I would be his wife in every sense of the word. At least, I’d try to.

His calloused hands came to my thighs in a light touch and skimmed up my flesh, under my dress, leaving a trail of sparks in its path. His fingers grew firm, gripping the flesh sending the unbearable ache between my legs. His palms slid under my panties, gripping my ass. My fingers curled in his hair, the hot and slick need for him making me lose all my senses.

“Hunter-” his name escaped my lips on a sigh. He pulled my dress over my head, discarding it onto the floor. My eyes remained locked on him, basking in the look in his eyes that whispered soundless promises that I was sure he’d keep.

My bra followed the dress, all the while my chest rose up and down with anticipation. I haven’t felt him since Vegas. I lifted up onto my feet, standing between his wide open knees, my legs slightly shaky.

He tugged the panties down my legs, and I already craved his touch. Both my mind and my body whispered that I had been waiting for him. He was mine and I was his.

My eyes closed with the intensity of how right that felt. To be his and claim him for mine. His hands came back between my thighs and without a warning, his one finger pushed inside me.

“Fuck,” he rasped in a rough voice. His voice ran down my spine. This man was everything. Love, lust, and happiness. The thought rang in the furthest corner of my mind, but it drowned out as his mouth latched onto my breast and he dragged his teeth across my nipple. All the while his finger fucked me slowly, in and out. My head fell back and my hands came up to his neck, holding on to him like my own rock. He kept moving his finger, the pressure building between my legs until it was too much, and I was scared I’d disintegrate into ashes.

I swayed into him, uncaring if I burned out. It wouldn’t be such a bad way to go, with his mouth on me and his touch branding my skin.

“So fucking wet,” he growled. Two fingers slid deep inside me, and my head fell back with a moan.

“Hunter-” I panted. The pressure built; I was so close as he fingered me hard and fast. Over and over. My skin was so hot and fire burned in my lower belly, creating a blaze that only he could feed.

His mouth worshiped my breast, his tongue and teeth alternating between nipping and kissing. His fingers slipped in and out of me, brushing against my clit, building the pressure. Until it burst into flame, shooting white lights behind my eyelids. A shudder fluttered through my body, as languid heat spread through every inch of my blood.

His lips nibbled on my earlobe and his deep, raspy voice rumbled through me. “Mine. Forever.”

His claim should have brought me back to earth, but instead I floated higher into space. My heart beat hard against my ribcage. I opened my eyes and met burning flames in the depths of his dark eyes.

“I want more,” I breathed, reaching for the zipper of his pants. My fingers fumbled with it, eager for more of that height he gave me a glimpse of in Vegas. We were two opposites - me naked, him in his three-piece suit. Yet, we fit perfectly together. Like two teenagers, we both worked on discarding every single piece of his clothing. Then finally, my eyes took him in, his glorious chest on display, his tan skin and abs on full display. I loved his tattoos. Every single one of them, starting from his hand to his forearm, neck and down his chest.

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