Page 170 of Villainous Kingpin
We spent two days in his bedroom. We fucked, kissed, fucked again until I was so sore, it hurt to walk. Best damn honeymoon ever.
I didn’t need Paris. Nor Venice.
As long as I had this man with me, I floated. He was my entire world.
And when he gave me my wedding present, I choked up and started crying. He bought me an ice rink. My own ice rink.
“I didn’t get you anything,” I grumbled softly.
“You are my gift,” he drawled, then pressed his face between my legs and I just about burned like a star.
I had made so many promises over the last two days. Never leave him. Always trust him. Never let another man touch me. Always wear his ring.
There was one thing we never talked about. Other women he might have had over the last nine months and other men he believed I had. It was as if both of us were scared of what it would do to us.
The past no longer mattered. Only the future.
He was all mine, and I was all his.
I was so happy, I feared something else was bound to happen.
I blow dried my hair, wearing only another set of pink undergarments. I sauntered into our shared walk-in closet, digging for something to wear. We were meeting Mom, Priest, and his father.
My mother’s boyfriend. Or something like that.
I’d just think of him as Bas’ uncle. Mom having a boyfriend was a foreign concept I couldn’t quite grasp.
Then this afternoon, we’d attend the funeral of Gio DiLustro. I’d rather not, but the etiquette required it. Especially since Bas would officially be taking his place in the Syndicate as the head of New York.
A sharp sting on my ass had me spinning around to come face-to-face with my husband.
“Bas!” I exclaimed undignified, but failed because a big smile played on my lips.
“You can’t walk around half naked and expect me not to get a boner,” he growled as he picked me up and tossed me on the bed.
I laughed, pulling him down with me. The moment his weight settled on me, I released a sigh. I spread my thighs and pressed against his erection.
“Tell me what you want,” he growled, his breath hot in my ear.
“You,” I breathed out. “Inside me.”
* * *
“You two are a whole hour late,” Priest grumbled as we approached the table.
I noted my shoe was unbuckled. My step faltered. These were the shoes he bought me nine months ago and I didn’t want them ruined. Just as I was going to lower down, Bas beat me to it.
“Let me,” he murmured, his fingers skimming over the back of my ankle and sending goosebumps over my skin.
A round of gasps and wows echoed but all I could do was stare at him. I breathed this man. I felt safe with this man. He killed his father to keep me safe. Well, technically Sasha gave him the last blow but Bas made him suffer first.
Bliss hummed through every inch of my body as I watched him buckle the strap and then stand up to his full height. Without him, life was a painfully slow death.
“Why can't you do this for me?” An unfamiliar voice had me turning my head just in time to see a woman smack her date on his chest and then turn to watch my husband with hearts in her eyes.
I slipped my hand into Basilio’s. It might have been a silly move, but I wanted the whole world to see he was mine.
“Come on, you two,” Basilio’s uncle called out to us.
