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“So you don’t have a choice anymore, baby girl,” I rasp, my cock throbbing inside her molten heat. “You’re going to marry me. You’ll wear my ring, take my name, and make me an honest man while I ruin this sweet cunt every night.”
Her kiss-swollen lips part in shock, pupils dilating until her eyes are nearly black with desire. Before she can form words, I slam into her with brutal force, her slick entrance yielding to my invasion as I pound her into the table. Each savage thrust drives a breathless moan from her throat, her perfect tits bouncing violently with the impact.
“Say it,” I command, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips hard enough to leave marks. “Beg me to put a ring on your finger while I fill your tight little pussy.”
“Yes,” she gasps, her back arching off the table as her inner walls clamp down on my length like a vise. “Oh god, yes—I’ll marry you, Luca!”
She comes undone beneath me—her eyes rolling back, thighs quivering uncontrollably. What happens next makes my cock throb painfully: a sudden gush of hot, slick arousal erupts from her core, drenching my shaft and balls, splashing onto my abdomen, and dripping down to pool on the floor between us. The primal scent of her release fills the air as she squirts violently, her body surrendering completely to me. The sight of her—claimed, marked, and utterly ruined—pushes me dangerously close to the edge.
“I love you,” I confess, the words torn from me as I feel my own release building. “Say it back. Say you love me.”
Her eyes lock with mine, tears streaming down her temples as pleasure continues to wrack her body. “I love you, Luca,” she whispers, and I believe her.
It’s enough to send me over the edge. With a final thrust, I bury myself deep inside her, my cock pulsing as I fill her with my cum. For a moment, we’re both suspended in ecstasy, our bodies connected in the most primal way.
As I come down from the high, reality begins to seep back in. I’ve just claimed the governor’s daughter—and told her I’m going to marry her. The political implications alone are staggering, not to mention the fact that her father has no idea we’ve even met.
But looking down at her flushed face, her eyes still hazy with pleasure and something deeper, I know I meant every word. I’ll deal with the consequences later.
I brush a strand of hair from her forehead, my thumb tracing the curve of her swollen lips. “I meant what I said,” I tell her quietly, my cock still twitching inside her. “All of it.”
She smiles, a mix of shyness and satisfaction, her inner walls squeezing me with aftershocks. “So did I.”
A sharp knock at the door shatters the moment.
“Lily?” It’s her mother again, sounding impatient. “We really need to go. Your father’s expecting us for dinner at six.”
I pull out of her slowly, both of us gasping at the sensitivity. My cum gushes from her ravaged pussy in thick rivulets, pooling beneath her on the table and marking her as mine in the most primitive way possible.
“I’ll be right out, Mom!” Lily calls, her voice remarkably steady despite the obscene sight of her thoroughly fucked body. “Just getting dressed!”
We hear footsteps retreating again, and Lily looks at me with panic beginning to replace the afterglow, her nipples still hard peaks against her flushed skin.
“What do we do now?” she whispers.
I grab a towel, gently cleaning her before tending to myself. “Now, we figure out how to tell your father that his daughter is going to be Mrs. Ravello.”
Chapter 21
Lily
Mom’sstrange silence radiates through the car as we drive back to the governor’s mansion. I stare out the window, my thighs still sticky beneath my skirt, my body humming with the memory of Luca’s touch. My engagement ring finger feels strangely naked, expectant.
“Lily, are you even listening to me?” Mom’s voice cuts through my thoughts.
“Sorry, what?” I blink, realizing she’s been talking this whole time.
She sighs that particular sigh reserved for when I’ve disappointed her. “I said your father has invited some important people for dinner tonight. You need to be presentable."
“Of course,” I murmur, my mind elsewhere.
Married. To Luca Ravello. The word bounces around my skull like a pinball, lighting up different emotions with each ricochet. Terror. Excitement. Disbelief. Desire.
We’ve known each other for barely over a week. It’s complete madness. The kind of impulsive decision that would make my careful, calculated father lose his mind. And yet...
The car pulls through the mansion’s gates, and panic seizes my chest. How am I supposed to sit through dinner knowingwhat’s coming? Knowing that Luca—powerful, dangerous, intoxicating Luca—is going to show up and change everything?
“Lily, you look flushed. Are you feeling alright?” Mom presses the back of her hand to my forehead as we enter the house.
