Page 15 of Stolen Bride

“Well, if I was old enough…” she pouts. It’s fucking cute.

“No. They. Can’t.” I punctuate each word, tapping my finger on her nose. “Tonight, little angel, you made the mistake of coming into my club.”

“I didn’t make a mistake, Damiano. I came to have fun and be free one time before I’m trapped again and forever. If you’re not going to let me have some fun, then maybe I did. We can always go to another club.” She goes to stand, and that’s when I’ve had enough. I thought I could be gentle and soft because it’s clear she’s a beaten animal who needs to be coaxed out, but that alcohol is taking effect and she’s getting her courage. There is no way in fucking hell I’m letting Stella leave to meet with some other man wanting to do dirty things to her.

I grab her wrist and pull her onto my lap so she’s straddling my thighs with her back to me. She yelps, and I remember what Gracie said. “Shit. Let me see.” Lifting her arm, I inspect it to find the telltale fingerprints. Rage pumps through my veins, and I know that he’ll never lay a hand on her again. I press my lips to the bruising and kiss it. “Sorry, baby girl. Sorry.”I kiss them again. “Sorry.” My mouth moves up her arm to her shoulder. “How much fun do you want to have tonight?”

“I have to be a virgin for my husband.” I’m a devious son of a bitch because I don’t care that she’s on something: booze or drugs. She’s wasted, and I’m taking what I need from her, making her mine, marking my territory.

“You’re not marrying him,” I growl against her throat, sliding my nose up her jaw and enjoying the way her pulse amps up.

“I’m getting married in two days.” I crack my neck to the side until it pops and then let out a harsh breath.

With ice running in my veins, I ask, “Do you doubt me, Stella?” My hand snakes around her throat, caressing her smooth skin. Stella’s pulse picks up, voice shaking as she tries to answer, but the words don’t come out. My angel only nods. “You won’t be marrying him. You belong to me.”

“I can’t belong to you.” I turn her face with my thumb and then plant my lips on hers, silencing her denial because I don’t want to hear that shit anymore. The more she says it the angrier I get, and that’s not something she needs to see. My own anger doesn’t make sense, and I don’t want to assess that right now. What I want is her surrender.

Chapter Six

Stella

The heat from his breath against my cheek sends delightful chills coursing down my body. I want to give in to anything he demands, surrendering to all temptation. “Tell me you’re mine.” His deep, commanding voice almost has me giving in, but I can’t because whatever this is, it won’t last, and it won’t change my future. I can’t be his even if I want to.

Damiano is a nightclub owner with one thing on his mind, and that’s getting me in his arms—and I need that too. His hand cups the back of my head, caressing me so tenderly that I fight off the moan caught in my throat and find my voice.

“I’m not yours. I’m getting married in two days.” My words hit him like a slap in the face, and he’s clearly pissed. Although I’m not afraid of him like I am of my stepfather or even of Tommy, I still don’t want to upset this handsome stranger. I want to belong to him in ways neither of us can comprehend. We’ve only just met, and he’s better than the devils I already know because his touch, his gaze, draws me in.

He chuckles. “You’re cute. I almost believe that you believe what you’re saying.”

“I do,” I huff weakly, trying to push off him. My body shifts just enough to rub my ass on his lap, grinding his thick length on my bottom, widening my eyes at the surprise. He’s massive everywhere.

“Stella, don’t lie to either of us because it’s not going to do us any good. You’re wasting your precious evening out, denying what we both want.” He brushes his nose up and down my throat. “Tell me you don’t want me to please you.”

“I…I…”

My skin burns as his fingers trail down my arms, caressing my flesh.

“I want you to please me, but only for tonight.” His room darkens and his eyes brighten, and I’m terrified of how much I want him. We are polar opposites in all ways, from his dark features to his devilish charms and expensive everything. I am nothing in comparison and yet, I can’t deny the attraction.

“Surrender to the devil, little angel,” he commands ever so subtly, and I do.

“Yes,” I breathe out, parting my lips as he trails his mouth along my throat.

Chapter Seven

Damiano

Instead, I’ll give her what we both want. “Open up for me.” She parts her thighs. “Such a good girl, learning just what I want.” My hand slides between her slender legs, stroking her thigh gently, working higher slowly to not scare her. She may be intoxicated, but she’s too innocent for the deviant bastard inside me. She’s so tiny that I slide her forward and lift her dress to reveal her panties. Fuck, the innocent white pair are soaked, hardening my dick to the point of pain. I’d kill to be inside of her right now.

“Damiano,” she whimpers, pressing her hands on the leather seat, gripping the material.

“Tell me what you need, my angel. I want to hear you tell me how much I can take because if I have my way, I’ll take it all.” There’s no way I give a fuck about this other asshole who thinks she belongs to him.

“Touch me.” Her thighs open wider for me, but I need more.

“Give me your mouth.” She dips her head and I kiss the soul out of her, sliding my tongue inside like I want to do to her tight wet hole. Her hands move to my biceps, nails digging, and I flip her so she’s straddling me.

My hand slips under her dress, pushing her panties to the side while my thick fingers rub her pussy lips. “I’m about to fuck this tight little pussy. Tell me to stop.”

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