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Reality crashes down on me.

He’s actually giving me everything. His strength and protection. His love and devotion. His closest friends and family.

I’m not ready for this, but my heart leaps with joy.

He’s mine and I’m his.

Forever.

Chapter 18

Ermanno Mancini

Loretta scans the rowof unexpected guests before turning around and giving them her back. Fury leaps through me as I worry she’s rejecting my family, but she clings to my arm, tilts her face to the ceiling, and blinks as though her lashes might make her fly.

“Sorry, don’t want to ruin your hard work,” she mumbles.

I chuckle, cup the back of her head, and steal a kiss much too sensual for our company but nowhere near as deep as I want. She squeaks and swats my arm in admonition. I pull back and smirk, praising her for using me as she needs while promising retribution. When she rubs her thighs together and scrunches her nose, I chuckle and battle a hard-on as I replay how perfect her pussy looks dripping with my cum.

I give her another few seconds to gather herself before I peel her hand off my arm and twirl her to face everyone.

At my nod, my father leads our guests to the front tables and pulls out chairs for Natalie and Bella as Nico and Dante pull out chairs for their wives. Pops takes Scraps’s leash and moves behind the podium. Scraps whines as he sits at my father’s command.

“Is your father officiating?” Loretta asks.

“Yes,” I answer.

Her breath hitches.

“Is that a problem?” I ask.

“No, it’s perfect,” she whispers.

Pride flows through me as she takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders.

“I’m ready,” she says.

Scraps’s tail thumps against the floor as Loretta and I walk arm in arm down the aisle toward him.

With my father’s health and Loretta’s footwear in mind, I planned for a truncated ceremony, so after a few quick words, the exchange of vows, and slipping rings onto each other’s fingers, my father turns to Loretta and asks if she agrees to take me as her husband.

“I do,” she says.

He turns and asks me the same.

“I do.”

Neither of us hesitates.

The crease above my father’s brow smooths for the first time in years.

“You may kiss the bride,” he says.

I wrap my arms aroundmia gattinaand pull her close. She rises onto tiptoe. I take her mouth in a hard, demanding kiss.

She gives it right back, scraping my nape when I try to back away and swirling her tongue around mine in an irresistible lure. I sink deeper under her spell and growl when she yanks her face away from mine. Her wicked smirk as she wriggles her hips, nudging my hard cock, fills me with the need to conquer and claim her again. Right here. Right now. It doesn’t matter who watches, or that I was inside her less than an hour ago. I want her again. Now.

Pops gives a low, terse command. Scraps barks and jumps around us in excitement, eager for a proper hello after being such a good boy for so long.

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