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“What do you want from me?”

I bite my lip and step toward her. “What don’t I want?” Moving closer to her, I revel in the way she trembles. This exquisite and innocent little thing is going to be my wife before long.

“Stay away from me,” she warns, attempting to look tough. Her eyes give her away.

“That’s the last thing I intend to do.” I close the gap between us and curl my hands around her hips, yanking her body flush against mine. “You see, Gwendolyne, I intend to get close and personal with you,” I murmur, moving one hand to her throat and squeezing gently, enjoying the way her pulse accelerates beneath my palm. “Such a delectable morsel and all for me.”

“No! I’m Piero’s fiancée. You can’t touch me, he’ll kill you.”

I laugh, amused by the fact she thinks that I’m scared of Piero. “Exactly the reason I’m taking you. I intend to steal everything from that slimy son of a bitch, starting with you.”

Her lip wobbles as she tries to take a step back, but I hold her firm. “What are you going to do with me?”

“Such a good question.” I release her and she moves away. “I’m going to do so many dirty and wicked things to you.”

Her face turns from flushed to beet red as she backs away from me. “You can’t. I don’t want you.”

“I know that’s a lie. When I’m through with you, you won’t even remember your fiancé’s name.”

She shakes her head. “I highly doubt that. Piero and I have a connection.”

Rage burns within me, and I grab her by the throat, only this time with force. “I don’t care what you and Piero have. I’m going to fucking obliterate it.”

She shakes and the fear in her eyes heightens as I block her airways. Those delicate fingers wrap around my wrist as she tries to pry my hand away.

“If you have any sense, you won’t mention Piero or any connection you have with him ever again,” I snarl. That man is the bane of my fucking existence, and I’ll be damned if I’ll stand here and listen to her gush about her connection with him. “In fact, how about I make you forget him right now?”

Grabbing her hips, I force her to turn around and push her toward the bed. I bend her over so that her face is in the covers.

“Please, stop!” she screams, trying to kick away from me. She’s feisty and strong, but not strong enough to overpower me.

“It would be easier if you stayed still, but I like you fighting, princess,” I say, hiking the hem of her pretty pink dress to her hips and groaning when I see she’s wearing a thong, the string is sitting between her beautiful pussy lips and it’s soaking wet with arousal as is the hem of her skirt. Grabbing it with my finger, I push it to the side. “For a woman who insists she’s head over heels for Piero, you’re fucking dripping wet for me.” I spank her firm ass cheeks, knowing that I’ve never seen such a beautiful fucking cunt in all my life.

She gasps as I swat her ass four more times, her pussy getting visibly wetter at my rough treatment.

“Perhaps you like being manhandled.” My fingers dance over her soaking wet lips. “Every touch is making you wetter, princess,” I say, shocking myself at the huskiness of my tone.

“Please,” she murmurs, but it’s not clear what she’s begging for.

“Please, what, princess?” I ask, dropping to my knees behind her. I press my nose against her pussy and inhale. “Fucking hell, virgin pussy never smelled so damn good, Gwen.”

She stiffens. “Why do you think I’m a virgin?”

“It’s obvious. You’re a mafia princess, kept under lock and key until marriage.” I lick her, making her shudder. “And it tastes as fucking beautiful as I remember.”

“Maybe I’ve had sex with Piero,” she says, making my blood boil.

“Unlikely,” I say, knowing that her father wouldn’t have allowed that to happen. “You’re a virgin princess, and don’t try to deny it.”

“This is wrong…”

I spank her already pink ass. “No, it’s right. Let’s not try to pretend like this is the first time I’ve tasted you. The evidence you want it is here in front of me with your dripping wet pussy.” I lick her again, groaning at how sweet she tastes. As sweet as I remember. “And I’m going to devour you again.” Before she can say another word, my tongue is dancing in circles around her clit. I savor the taste, licking and sucking before I let out something between a moan and growl. “This pussy is mine.”

“Please, I’m engaged,” she protests weakly.

I continue until she’s moaning. I run my tongue through the length of her pussy, licking around her opening before diving in deep. I don’t want to miss a single bit of her as I’ve craved this for three days, pushing further until I’m practically consuming her, loving the way she moans and begs me to stop as she pushes her hips back against my mouth.

My cock throbs in the confines of my pants, but I ignore it. Right now, I want her to forget all about that bastard Piero. It’s all about her.

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