Page 84 of Raphael (Belles & Mobsters 5)

“Your new husband is headed straight for us,” Sasha announced, the look in his eyes slightly devious. “He’s not looking so happy.”

Then as if he needed to agitate Raphael more, his hands lowered to my waist, then snaked behind me and his head lowered down, inching closer to my lips. I rolled my eyes, but before I had a chance to grab his hands and place them back up, I sensed Raphael behind me.

“Remove your hands from my wife,” Raphael gritted. “If I have to remove them, you won’t have any left.”

Sasha just grinned. “I was just getting acquainted with the beautiful girl. We ran into each other in New Orleans. If only I could have snatched her before the big, bad Colombian appeared.”

“Stop agitating him,” I scolded Sasha. “The Colombian might kick your Russian ass.”

“This Colombianwillkick his ass,” Raphael gritted.

Sasha shrugged his shoulders. “Bring it on. It’d be a good workout. I had to skip one this morning, rushing to your wedding.”

Yeah, mobsters swarmed my wedding. Oddly, I liked them all. Raphael, the most. Much to my dismay, because with each passing hour, I was aware, it’d be harder and harder to resist him.

“Reina, I have something to show you.” Raphael’s voice was tainted with something dangerous, giving me a hint of the ruthless man that lurked underneath all that polished exterior.

My brows knitted in confusion. “What?”

“My bedroom.” My lips curved into a slightly dumb smile. Okay, maybe the champagne was a bad idea. I rarely drank and it seemed to have gone straight to my head.

“We’ll keep an eye on Gabriel,” Willow assured. “Go check out your husband’s bedroom.”

The last sentence she almost shouted and my cheeks turned crimson. I glared at her, wanting to kill her with my stare, but before my killer look could even faze her, Raphael picked me up in one swift move and threw me over his shoulder.

A squeal escaped me and then he fucking slapped me on my ass. In front of all of our guests.

Chuckles. Giggles. And I just about died of mortification.

“Put me down, you brute,” I kicked and screeched. Another slap. “What the fuck, Raphael? That hurt.”

“It’s supposed to.” I sensed his control was reigned in tightly. “Next time I find another man’s hands on you, I’ll have them removed.” Then he smacked my ass again, and added, “Permanently.”

“Slightly overboard,” I muttered.

“Are you and Mom going on a honeymoon now?” Gabriel’s voice was near and I lifted my head, but I couldn’t see him. Raphael’s broad back blocked the view.

“Soon, buddy,” Raphael answered. “That puts you in charge of our guests. Can I count on you?”

“Yes. Yes. Of course, yes.” I didn’t have to see Gabriel’s face to know he was smiling. I could hear it in his voice.

“Thank you, Gabriel. Now Mom and I are going to pack.” I snorted, the sound escaping me before I realized. A light smack on my ass. In front of my son! I let out an undignified gasp. “We might be back before we leave. If we have time.”

Since I was hanging upside down, over his back, I reached down and pinched his ass. Hard. He didn’t even flinch. And Jesus, his ass was all muscle. Kind of nice.

Slap.Ugh.

We strode through his big house and down the unfamiliar hallway, then down through a large door. The door firmly shut behind us and my body slid down his, leaving me face-to-face with him.

He whirled me around then pressed his hard body against my back. Even in this position, I could feel his muscles against my spine. But it wasn’t that which set me on fire. It was his hard erection pushing against the small of my back, massive and ready for me. My breathing labored, coming out fast and choppy with my heated cheek pressed against the wall.

He tangled up his fingers in my hair, grabbing a handful and pushing it to the side, baring my neck to him. His other hand wrapped around my nape, holding me in a steel-like hold before I felt his mouth on my sensitive skin.

It was just a brush of his lips against my skin and yet, my entire body shuddered from that small touch, and my moan vibrated against the walls. His teeth grazed my earlobe and he bit down. Raphael’s cologne strong, musky and potent.All male.

His grip was firm, holding me hostage and something about being at his full mercy felt right. Safe.

He licked my earlobe, nibbling and tracing it with his tongue.

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