Page 66 of The Sicilian Bastard
I didn't like Nicolo Picone. I never liked him. He wasn't a brother. He was barely an ally. Until he could show that he would treat my sister like the queen she deserved to be, I didn't want him. I'd just as easily slit his throat rather than let him crawl his way back into my sister's life. But it wasn't my call. We climbed into the car and I threw my shades on. I wanted to get the fuck out of here. My queen was waiting for me.
The day passed rather quickly, and before I knew it, we were stuffed full of Italian food, lying in bed together. Araceli told me she didn't want a wedding, so I was playing a dangerous game of lying to her. I talked her into looking at wedding dresses, hoping she would change her mind about a wedding. I wanted her to walk down the aisle and feel like a princess. I wanted to do at least one thing right, but she dug her heels in and wouldn't budge. At dinner, the girls told me how miserable she was looking at wedding dresses.
"I need to tell you something." I ran my hands down her back so I could soothe her.
"What?" The dreamy quality of her voice was from all the orgasms I gave her. I had been setting her up all day.
"So, I greased some palms and paid off a ton of people," I started.
"For what?" She tried to sit up, but I held her down, afraid of her reaction. '
"So that they would sign off on a marriage license you knew nothing about. Remember a few weeks ago, I had you sign a ton of papers and you didn't look at any of them because you're a trusting, beautiful soul who loves me with her whole heart?" I blurted out quickly.
"Yeah." She was breathless now.
"Well, that was what that was all about. Now we are married, and this was all a ruse. You don't need a ceremony if you don't want. You're mine and I'm yours. I'm telling you right now that you are Mrs. Luciano Picone." I kissed her down her neck.
"Thank fucking Christ. I didn't know how to tell you that I fucking hate weddings. They are stupid. I'd rather spend my time shooting guns or fucking."
I barked out an unexpected laugh. This woman. She just got me. She was perfect. She was all mine. I rolled her over on her back and slipped right inside her heat. She was always wet for me. I peppered kisses all over her face. I was so unbelievably happy. She came into my life and burst my heart open right in my chest. I was going to devote everything I was to her.
"Thank you," I whispered to her reverently. I rolled her on top of me, giving her some of her power back. She was sexy on top. A goddess.
"For what?" she panted.
"For loving a monster like me." I nipped her neck.
"You'remymonster," she breathed in my ear.
I slipped in deeper, hitting her cervix with my tip.
"Forever?" I growled.
"Forever," she screamed as she creamed on top of me.
I let out a roar and released everything I had into her. My woman. I never thought I would ever have a love like this. But love comes when it's least expected. We were going to be the most savage couple in this syndicate. Anyone who fucked with us would be eliminated. The world could burn. As long as I had her, I was satisfied.
