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I narrow my eyes, refusing to let him dictate the pace of this, even if his presence makes my pulse race and I can’t deny I really do want to touch him. Instead, I decide to not make it that easy for him.

“You’re awfully demanding.”

Riccardo tilts his head, his smirk growing sharper. “Demanding?Cara, I’m indulging you. If I were demanding, you’d already be bent over for me.”

Heat rushes to my face, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of lashing out at the insult. Instead, I reach for his belt, pulling it loose in one swift motion. His eyes darken, hinting at his barely restrained desire.

“Funny,” I say, my voice steady despite the way my hands tremble. “I don’t feel indulged.”

That does it. The last shred of his composure snaps, and he pulls me closer until there’s no space left between us. His lips crash against mine, and I meet him with equal force, wrapping the belt around his neck and keeping him in place as I push my tongue into his mouth, letting him taste the sweet flavors of the fruit I’ve been snacking on.

His hands trail down my body, and I rub myself against him. His fingers slip under my shirt and dig into my skin as he pushes me back and we fall down onto the couch.

Riccardo’s weight presses me into the cushions, and I gasp, the sudden shift knocking the breath from my lungs. His hands are relentless, sliding up my sides and landing on my breasts. He takes my nipples between his fingers and pinches hard. The pain jolts through me, making my back arch up, pressing me even harder against him.

My pants are loud now, but I don’t give a shit.

He’s right. We got married today. Let any of the staff walk in and see if I care.

I keep the belt wrapped loosely around his neck, tugging just enough to keep his attention. His dark eyes burn into mine, full of raw hunger.

“You think you’re in control now, don’t you?” he growls, his voice a low rumble against my lips as he tugs my shirt higher, exposing my skin to the cool air.

“I know I am,” I reply, a teasing edge in my voice. My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him tighter against me, and I smirk when his breath hitches. I move my hips, tilting my pelvis to rubmyself against him. His moan is the perfect sound of a tortured man.

Riccardo shakes his head, but the noise he makes tells me I’ve gotten under his skin. His hand slides down and his fingers dig into my hips as he grinds against me, the fabric of our clothes doing nothing to lessen the heat between us. “You’re dangerous, Tesoro.”

“Yes,” I whisper, leaning up to bite the curve of his jaw. “That’s the plan.”

His eyes search mine for a second, then he’s yanking my shirt over my head, tossing it aside like it offended him. His lips trail down my neck, teeth scraping against my pulse point, and I arch into him, no longer all that interested in staying in control when his lips feel so damn good sliding over my skin.

I let the belt fall when he pushes up. My pants come off, then his.

“You’re not fucking me without a condom again,” I remind him. That much control, I will assert.

He leans down and begins to suck and bite the inside of my thigh. I don’t bother closing my legs, not when it feels so damn good.

“I tucked one in my jeans pocket,” I tell him.

Riccardo doesn’t stop what he’s doing, but he reaches out with one hand and searches my jeans until he pulls out the square package.

“Happy now?” he says, holding it up, while he kneels back on the couch, positioning himself between my legs.

“Delighted,” I reply dryly, but my voice is breathier than I want it to be.

“Good,” he murmurs, his mouth lowering on my pussy, stealing my breath and my thoughts. “Because I’m about to ruin you,Tesoro.”

Chapter Thirteen

Riccardo

Toni steps into my office, a grim expression on his face that tells me this isn’t going to be a casual conversation, which is annoying as hell because I’ve been feeling rather good after last night. And this morning.

Closing the door behind him, he says, “We’ve got a situation.”

I lean back in my chair, eyes narrowing. “What kind of situation?”

Toni crosses his arms, standing in front of my desk. “Word’s spread about the wedding. The Bratva heard that Anya married you, and some of the men aren’t taking it well.”

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