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“What are you doing?” she asked, her breathlessness a powerful draw.

“Feasting on your sweet pussy.”

There was no holding back any longer. I dropped my head, swirling the tip of my tongue around her already hardened bud as I brushed my fingers along her thigh.

She bucked her hips, tossing her head back and forth as I sucked on her tender tissue, the soft purrs she issued driving me crazy. Every sound she made intensified the moment, my mind blown by how incredible it felt having her in my arms.

There was something almost reverent about indulging in her wetness, taking my time lapping up her delicious cream.

If only her daddy could see me now.

I lifted my head briefly so she’d understand exactly what was happening here and that I wasn’t playing games.

“Then, my beautiful princess, I’m going to fuck you. After that, you will belong to me. Body and soul. After that, I will claim your heart.”

“You know that my father won’t allow that,” she whispered. “He’ll kill you first.”

The challenge was far too tempting. If my father wanted me to have a bride, I’d be happy to give him one, but it would be my choice. Why not rock the world of the Italian mafia while doing so? “Here’s the deal, princess. I might not be able to make good on my promises at this exact point in time, but I meant what I said. You are still mine.”

“What does that mean, Mattia? As I told you, I’m not for sale.”

“Perhaps not. But I assure you that one day very soon you will become my wife.”

CHAPTER 9

Sophia

His wife?

That’s exactly what he’d meant last year. He’d planned this and if I didn’t know better, I’d be forced to think he’d managed to lure me here with some crazy kind of magic. It was ridiculous, but how else could I explain what I’d already known somewhere deep in my heart? What had I done?

Reality check. I refused to be used as a pawn for anyone, including Mattia.

Even if this is exactly what you wanted all along? Even if marrying him would be a million times better than any brutal son of a bitch your father chooses?

I was still shaken, uncertain I could handle the aftermath, but knew Mattia had made up his mind.

Still, the marriage couldn’t happen in a million years. My father would start a bloody war in the street before allowing it to go forward. Is that what Mattia had meant last year? Had he already made a deal with my father? Or was this a way of destroying my family once and for all?

Far too many ugly scenarios rushed into the back of my mind including that requiring me to come back to town for a birthday, which wasn’t usually treated as such a big deal, was more than out of the ordinary. Had I been lured here? Would my father do that to me?

I stared at Mattia incredulously, certain I hadn’t heard him correctly. This was sex, nothing more. I wasn’t going to become anyone’s wife, least of all a man considered an enemy to my entire family. I’d played into the game. This was partially my fault. Oh, no.

Somehow, I could tell he wasn’t kidding.

“Na… No. Not a chance, Mattia.” When I tried to climb off the bar, he pushed me down with a hard thud, immediately burying his face in my pussy. Gasping, stars floated in front of my eyes, the feel of his tongue driving into my tight folds unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

“Now I taste what belongs to me.”

His animalistic sounds were intense, the deep rumble he issued as alluring as the way he was licking me. I was thrown by how powerful the moment was, my mind a fuzzy blur as he dragged his tongue up and down several times, sucking on my clit as he’d done before.

“This is… crazy,” I whispered, trying to skirt from his hold before things got out of hand.

Almost immediately he lifted his head, cracking his fingers across my pussy. The shot of electricity soaring through me was jarring, so much so my entire body tensed. He repeated the move and I gasped, trembling to my core. His powerful hold on me was more than I’d anticipated, the breathless wonder of what it would be like to share in our dark passion every day filtering into my mind.

What was I thinking? That was the issue. I hadn’t thought this through. I’d opened Pandora’s Box without realizing the harm it could cause. Being an impetuous child could cost more than just my virginity.

It could ultimately cost me my dreams.

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