Page 31 of Stolen Bride

“Yes, Mr. Valentino.” He holds out his hand as a growl rips from his throat. I’d be concerned if lust wasn’t shining from his eyes.

“Let’s get dinner over with so I can send my parents and sister home.”

“Is Gabriele not joining us?”

“He lives on the property.”

“Oh.”

“Why are you concerned about him?”

“It’s just that he’s been attached to your sister’s hip all day.”

“You’re observant. Now, come along, Angel.” He leads me to the dining room where the family is waiting for me. Everyone is standing around with a drink in hand and claps as we enter.

“Congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Damiano Valentino. May you have a long and fruitful marriage.” He hands me a glass of wine and then takes one for himself. We all cheer and drink a sip before he takes the glass.

“Enough. Please, let us eat,” Damiano grumbles. He takes the seat at the head of the table, seating me to his left. My stomach’s twisted in knots, but I haven’t managed to eat a single thing today. Despite the upset, my hunger pangs win out and I make it through dinner, but I mostly move my food around my plate.

His parents were charming the entire dinner, making conversation about their trip to Italy and Greece, taking the heavy out of the evening. “I believe it’s time we take our leave.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Stella. You’re a treasure,” my father-in-law says, taking my hand and kissing the back ofit. A deep rumble comes from behind me. A slow smile spreads across his face.

“Paloma, perhaps you ladies would like to go shopping later this week. I’m certain there are many things Stella will need.”

“Yes, I would love that, Firenze.” She kisses her husband’s cheek and then kisses mine. “My husband is right. I want to spoil my new daughter.”

“Hey, I get to come too, right?”

“Of course, Gracie, dear. We’ll make it a girls’ trip.”

“Thank you.”

The moment they’re gone, Damiano’s eyes are focused on mine with dark, sensual intent. With a growl, he says, “Enough with entertaining my family, Wife. It’s time to entertain me.” One moment I’m on my feet, and the next I’m upside down. He worships me the rest of the night, eating me for dessert as promised twice for good measure before slowly sinking into me and then roughly fucking me.

Chapter Sixteen

Damiano

A rapid knock on my bedroom door draws my attention. I wouldn’t have heard it, but I haven’t gone to bed since I can’t take my eyes off my little wife who has been thoroughly fucked into a sex-induced coma. I slip on my boxers and go to the door.

I’d been so damn carried away with Stella’s body that I forgot about the damn bastard in my cellar and Rocco’s captives in the cabin. “Boss, I’ve been trying to get ahold of you for hours. I went up to the cabin. Vito’s dead, and Rocco’s gone along with the Joneses.”

“Fuck.”

I’m out of the room without waking my sleeping angel, and I can’t ignore the damn bruises on her perfect body that I didn’t leave there. When I get her father, he’s going to pay for laying a hand on my woman and so much more.

“I want his fucking head on a platter, and then I’m going to destroy her family.”

“What about our guest?”

“He’s going to tell us what he knows before I destroy him for touching my wife.”

“We’ll get them all. I promise, Dame.”

“Where’s my father and Adriano?”

“They’re downstairs waiting on you.” We quickly make it down to my study where they’re gathered.

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