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“There is a button on it. If you depress the star, it will send an SOS to my phone and my security team with your location. Thedevice will let us track you, in case that is ever needed. I hope we never need it, Emma, but I am unwilling to risk the chance.”

I nod in agreement. I’m sad that this happy moment has turned into talking about my safety once again. I can’t wait for the day that this is a distant memory. To live life in peace without fear of someone trying to kidnap me. When you are married to a mafioso, things like this are always possible, but I trust Eduardo to keep me and our future children safe.

I speak the words that we are both thinking, but always afraid to voice aloud. “Do you think we will always have to worry like this?”

He cocks his head to the side, trying to read my expression. “About danger?" he asks. I nod once. He rubs his chin.

“I’m not going to lie to you, Emma. Our life together may always have the potential for danger, but I vow to keep you safe. Always.” He grips my chin for me to look at him.

“What about our kids?” I counter.

His lips twitch. “Definitely. But first, I need you to marry me.” His playful expression is gone, and now all I see is determination.

I place my hand up to his face and stroke his cheek. “Well, love,” I say, placing a chaste kiss on his lips, “I guess you are going to have to ask me first to find out my answer.”

He grabs my face and kisses me. His mouth desperately seeks possession over me, and I open for him. He fucks my mouth like he fucks my pussy, dominant and commanding. I feel all the emotions that Eduardo places into it: protection, adoration, control, dominance, and most of all, love. I feel it to the tips of my toes. I could never be loved like this again. If living a life of danger with him is all I could ever have, then I’ll take my chances in this life. The life that my parents tried to keep me from.

He lifts me into bed and places me on the pillow at the head of the bed. He straddles my body with both of us clothed. Heplaces my gifts on the bedside table and returns his gaze to me. He lifts my arms in the air and removes my dress over my head, discarding it on the floor. He stares at my breasts, kneading them through the soft lace bra. He shoves the bra down, pushing my tits out, then tweaks the nipples with his fingers, making them pebble in anticipation of his mouth on them. He looks at me longingly, his gaze roaming the entirety of my body down to my thong, soaked with my desire. He leans over and buries his face in my drenched panties, inhaling deeply.

I feel the wetness leaking around the pantyline seam. Eduardo notices this and licks at the side of my panties, pushing back the material, moaning as he buries his face in the scent of my underwear, rubbing his face in it as if I’m marking him with my scent. It is filthy and erotic, and I am so undeniably wet for him.

He rips them off my body and throws the torn material to the floor. He begins to unbuckle his pants to free himself of their confines. Pushing his pants down, he drags them past his ankles and kicks them off with his boxers. His dick is beautiful, long, thick, leaking precum beading at the tip. I lick my lips, wanting to taste him, intentionally leaning forward to catch the moisture with my tongue. Eduardo leans forward and drags the end of his penis along my lips, coating them in his arousal. I dart my tongue out and flick it over his cock, feeling it twitch and harden further, with my tongue tracing a figure-eight pattern over the tip. I lap and suck, causing him to groan.

This must snap whatever restraint Eduardo has because he parts my lips with his finger and holds my mouth open as he thrusts his cock inside. I feel him hiss as his cock scrapes my teeth. He grabs my head, lifting it up as he straddles my chest. He hangs one arm over the headboard as leverage and starts to thrust in and out. His moans become louder as he fucks my face. I love seeing him come undone, and he moans and gruntsin approval, calling me his fucking star. He shoves his cock so far down my throat that I think I’m going to gag, and he holds me there, shuddering. He pumps in and out deeply with small movements, holding me down on his cock. I think he is about to come, but he pulls out abruptly, cursing.

“Fuck, Emma. You take my cock so well.” He lifts me up. “Come on, baby. On all fours.”

I quickly get up and lean over with my face down on the bed and ass up in the air. He kneads my ass, parting the cheeks as he bends over, licking from my clit to my ass. I almost come on the spot. He slides his cock through my wet pussy lips and lines himself up. He thrust in in one push, all the way to the hilt. He grabs my hair, picking me up from the bed with my back arched up, taking every inch of his long girth. He sets a punishing pace, and it has my toes curling in just a minute's time.

He sits me up, and I am upright on his cock, straddling him reverse cowgirl. He bounces me up and down on his cock forcefully, the curve hitting my cervix with each thrust. He pinches my nipple hard with each hit. The sounds echo with the slap of our bodies as the scent of sex permeates the air in our bedroom. He licks up my neck, whispering filthy words in my ear as he sucks my earlobe into his mouth.

“I’m coming, Eduardo,” I announce. “Keep going. That feels so good,” I cry out as my orgasm hits, and my walls clamp down on him.

He keeps going through the spasm, pushing me forward, placing me back on the pillow, face down, and holding my ass up in the air. He lets go and entwines our hands, pushing me farther into the pillow. His balls slap my ass, and the sound of wetness fills the room as he fucks me.

After a few more thrusts, he comes with a loud “Fucking feels so good” as his hot cum shoots into me. He lays across my back,still holding my hands down as I slump flat onto the bed, totally spent.

He pulls out of me, grabbing my fingers forcefully. He pulls me over so that I am now laying chest down on top of him as he runs his fingers through my long hair. He holds me close, telling me how much he loves me. How I am his, and he is mine. Then he asks, “So what do you say, Emma?”

I look over at the questions lingering in his eyes. He brings my hand up to his mouth and kisses me.

“About what, Eduardo?” I ask as I rub my fingers across his lips.

He nods his chin at my finger, and that’s when I see the massive rock on my hand. I sit straight up and look at it. He sits up and joins me.

“Will you marry me, Emma?”

CHAPTER 33

Emma

“Will you marry me, Emma?” He looks at me, waiting for my answer. I stare at the sizable emerald-cut solitaire occupying a large portion of my finger in disbelief. I don’t think I have ever been this excited in my life, but I still haven’t answered. My heart races, and I feel like I may throw up. I frown. I feel a hand caress my cheek, and I look up to his face. Tears begin to fall when I realize I don’t have anyone to walk me down the aisle or give me away.

As if sensing my thoughts, Eduardo clears his throat. “I hope you don’t mind, but I reached out to your uncle and asked him for your hand in marriage. It wasn’t exactly permission because anyone who tries to tell me this time that I can’t have you or attempts to tell us we can’t be together can get fucked.” He wipes my tears with his finger. “He said he would give you away,” Eduardo says in almost a whisper, “if you’ll have me.”

I place my hand on his cheek. “Yes. I would love to be your wife. The answer is always yes.”

He looks at me with a fierce protectiveness. “Not just my wife, Emma. My partner in this life and the next. My everything.”

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