Page 4 of Mafia Don's Twisted Proposal
She can barely process being married to a stranger. She’s definitely not ready to learn that I’ve been watching her routine, memorizing her preferences, cataloging every smile and laugh and unconscious gesture that makes her uniquely her.
She turns to look at the nightstand, and I watch understanding creep across her features.
“You stayed here? All night?”
“Of course. Couldn’t spend my wedding night away from my wife.”
“Stop calling me that.” The words explode out of her like she’s been holding them back with both hands. She glances down at her wrinkled dress, and I see the exact moment another realization hits. “Did we...did we sleep together?”
I grin, unable to help myself. She’s adorable when she’s flustered. “No. Though you were tempting as hell, especially when I had to carry you up from the lobby because you kept trying to pet the marble lions in the fountain.”
“I did not!”
“You also tried to tip the elevator operator with your earring.”
Her face goes scarlet. “I don’t remember any of that.”
“I figured.” My voice turns serious. “Which is why I kept my hands to myself. When I fuck you for the first time, Mia, I want you to remember every second of it.”
The temperature in the room spikes ten degrees. Her lips part slightly, and for a moment, we just stare at each other across the space between us. The air feels thick enough to cut with a knife.
Then she rallies, lifting her chin in defiance. “How noble of you. You married a woman who was blackout drunk, but you draw the line at taking advantage of her unconscious body? Do you want a medal?”
“I suspect it would take more than that to impress you.”
“You’re right about that.” She takes a sip of coffee, and I watch her throat work as she swallows. “But I’m not interested in giving you the chance. I’m supposed to go home today. We need to get this marriage annulled right away.”
Persistent little thing. I respect that about her, even though it makes my job harder.
“No annulment. We’re staying married.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re mine now.” The words come out low and dangerous as I close the distance between us. My arm slides around her waist, pulling her against me until there’s no space left between us. Her curves mold against my hard edges like she was made to fit there. “Drunk or not, you said ‘I do.’ I’m not letting you take it back.”
She shoves against my chest, and I let her push me away. But not before I catch the flicker of excitement in her eyes. She might be protesting, but part of her likes this possessive side of me.
“You need to leave.” Her chin juts out stubbornly, and it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to kiss that defiant look right off her face.
But I’m a patient man when I need to be. And right now, I need to be.
“Alright, wife,” I agree, enjoying the way her eyes widen in surprise. “I’ll go for now. But I’m coming back before checkout.”
Her hand finds her hip, and she gives me a look that could melt steel. “Bring the paperwork to end this marriage.”
Such fire. Such beautiful, dangerous fire.
I move before she can react, pressing her back against the wall with my body. My hands bracket her head, caging her in while my hips pin her in place. Her breath catches, and electricity crackles between us.
“Listen carefully, Mia.” I lower my head until my lips are nearly brushing her ear. “I’m going to give you time to adjust to this new reality. But there will be no annulment. No divorce. No escape.” I pull back to meet her eyes, letting her see the absolute certainty there. “I’m a man who gets what he wants. And I want you.”
“I’m not yours,” she whispers, but her voice wavers like she’s trying to convince herself as much as me.
Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing quick enough that her breasts brush against me with every inhale. The contact shoots straight to my cock, and I can’t stop myself from grinding against her, letting her feel what she does to me.
“You will be,” I promise, cupping her face in my hands.
Then I’m kissing her, and Christ, she tastes even better than I imagined. Sweet and warm and addictive. She melts against me for a heartbeat, her hand sliding up to tangle in the hair at the nape of my neck, pulling me closer.
