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“Can’t? I can, and I fucking will. You watch and see.”

We have one last long and intense stare at one another before I turn away.“I'd rather you kill me. I hate you."

Father puts his gun away and replies, “It’s obvious you hate me, Arianna. You seem to hate everyone. Which makes me wonder, do you hate yourself the most?”

CHAPTER 23 — CALIFORNIA DREAMS

Carmine

As someone with a known breast fetish, I hit the jackpot with my princess. Shit, I’d love to sleep with one of those nipples in my mouth. I can tell she loves the attention I give her tits—every time I’m feeding on those melons she gets soaking wet.

We’ve now been in LA for a few days, and last night, I made my woman have multiple orgasms. She begged for it, but I’m struggling against losing my sanity. My cock is begging for release in those tits; I keep dreaming of slipping between them and ordering her to squeeze her tits together until I get off.

Patience.

Mother and Carla are in my house. I’ll be damned if my first time breaking my princess’ hymen is in a situation where she’ll feel embarrassed and hide her moans. When I take her, I need her to be screaming with pleasure all night long.

Plus, I promised her to wait and part of me also wants the experience of unwrapping her on our wedding night. Honestly, I don’t even recognize myself anymore. Who the fuck am I right now? With any other woman, I wouldn’t give a shit about promises and rules—that cherry would’ve been popped months ago out of wedlock.

But Princess is different, and I’m not yet ready to admit to myself why. This is all new territory for me.

Yesterday while Princess was talking to her sister, Victoria, I hung around outside with Carla. She kept teasing me that I looked “lovesick.” I brushed off the comment as being silly. However, now I’m wondering if this is how a man in love behaves.

I’m not against love, just never felt it outside of mother and my siblings. Do I love my little princess? Is this a good or bad thing? Love can certainly make a grown man act like an idiot; that’s what it did to my old man when he fell for his whore. So if I’m experiencing love, I’m not sure that’s a good thing. The Gaudino organization needs rebuilding and strong leadership. I must keep myself grounded.

This morning, I hopped in the shower while my princess went downstairs. Now, I’m dressed for the day and getting ready to started. I stop by the kitchen to grab something to eat, plenty of delicious smells hitting my nose.

“Morning,” Princess says, grinning at me. She’s wearing an apron and my eyes scan her body

Yeah, I satisfied her just right last night.

“Morning, everyone,” I respond.

Mother and Carla nod and keep eating. Only my princess looks at me.

"What are your plans today?” Mother inquires.

“Showing my fiancee around so no one accuses me of continuous neglect.”

Mother smiles, and Carla snickers.

Princess flips a pancake on the stove. “You don’t have to do that. I know you are busy.”

I move closer to kiss her shoulder. “Not too busy for you.”

In an instant, Carla and mother look up at me. Even I’m surprised at what just came out of my mouth. I’ve had two other fiancees, but hardly spent time in the same room as them. Now I’m complimenting, flirting, and taking my princess out to spend a day together?

Who the fuck am I?

As she looks at me longingly, I ordered her to go get dressed. Nodding, she prepares me a plate of pancakes and eggs. She hands it to me, kisses my cheek, and comments, “I’m excited for our date.”

She leaves and I’m grinning like an idiot while Mother and Carla stare at me.

“Stop looking at me,” I scold them. Then I eat in another room away from their annoying gazes.

Gaia

I dressed in a cute dress since it’s a sunny day, then we left the house together. Carmine took no security so we could have privacy. But I did notice he was armed with guns on both sides of his holster. As he drove, I held his free hand. Initially, he flinched when I reached for him but grabbed me when I started to move my hand away. We went shopping, ate lunch at a fancy restaurant, and ended up walking along the beach in Santa Monica. As I looked out at the dazzling ocean, I didn’t think the day could get any better, but then Carmine stopped to pull a small velvet box from his blazer.

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