Page 125 of Unforgiving Queen
Butterflies erupted in the pit of my stomach and spread throughout my body. “I do.”
Amon’s eyes blazed with intensity as he took my hand and slipped the wedding band on my finger. I shook so badly he had to help me do the same.
He didn’t wait for the priest to pronounce us husband and wife.
Sliding his fingers around my nape, he slammed his lips on mine in a passionate kiss that screamed domination in its purest form.
And I didn’t mind it, not one bit. I had been his from the beginning, and I’d be his until the end.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife.”
My prince became my king.
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My wife. Fucking mine.
The sweetest words in any language.
Reina was now my wife, bound to me for life in a legal union that I’d been planning since the moment Illias handed me those documents and I learned the truth. I owed him a lot more than what he’d asked for, but I would honor my commitment to move all weapon shipments through his territory. Illias had always come through for me, even before I helped him with Tatiana. Maybe he wanted access to the Yakuza or maybe he just cared—it didn’t matter. We made a good alliance.
Reina’s eyes met mine. A dark sense of possessiveness gripped me, and I knew without a doubt it’d remain with me for as long as there was breath left in my body.
The dress fit her perfectly, hugging and enhancing her soft curves. I studied the flush coloring my wife’s cheeks and her swollen pink lips. She was breathtaking.
“I couldn’t have imagined a more romantic wedding.” Her eyes shone like stars, and it took effort to tear my gaze from her. She faced the priest with a warm expression. “Thank you so much.”
He smiled softly. “It was all your husband’s doing.” Reina’s hand slipped into mine and squeezed it gently. “Would you like me to photograph you?”
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and handed it to him. He snapped a few photographs of us kissing, Reina smiling against my lips and pressing up on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around my neck.
“Ah,que belli,” the priest gushed.
“How about one with you?” Reina offered. “So everyone knows our priest.”
He smiled. “I married your father.” I stiffened at the mention of Romero. He married him and my mother, not Reina’s. Fuck!
A delicate frown creased her features. “Really? In the States?”
He shook his head, but before he could say anything else, I stopped him, interlocking her fingers with mine and adding, “Let’s get a quick selfie, and then I’m taking my wife out on a gondola.”
I hadn’t told her the whole truth yet. Now that she was finally back in my life, I intended on proving that I was here to stay. I knew I’d eventually need to share the truth, but I wouldn’t risk losing her. Too many things had come between us already.
“How romantic. I can’t wait.” Reina’s happiness projected through her bright, hopeful eyes. I shook my head and grinned, wanting to immortalize this moment more than ever before.
She grabbed my phone from the priest and handed it to me. “Your arms are the longest, you take the photo.” She turned to the priest. “Okay, Father, just look at the red dot and—”
Snap.
“Ah, mamma mia, I wasn’t ready.” Father Mario laughed.
Reina threw her head back and groaned playfully. “Me neither. Again, husband.”
My heart stilled. “Say it again,” I whispered, kissing the top of her head and wishing her veil was out of the way. I didn’t want any barriers between us.
“Husband.”
