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“Y-yes…” I mumble, my head light from the sensations his touch inspires.

Piero leans down and places a searing kiss on the back of my neck, making me moan. I shuffle in my chair, suddenly painfully uncomfortable.

“Turn and face me,” he orders.

I do as I’m told, turning in my chair to look at him. Without asking permission, his mouth is on mine. He takes everything I have to give, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as he explores it possesssively. His lips are demanding yet gentle, possessing me in a way that makes me feel desired and protected.

It sends a spark right to my core as I deepen the kiss, lacing my fingers in his thick hair and pulling him closer. He groans when I tug at his hair, and I’m emboldened by his response.

He makes a deep, growling sound as he pulls away to whisper against my lips, “You taste so sweet, Gwen.”

Suddenly, he drags me out of my chair and sits on a nearby chair, pulling me onto his lap and kissing me again.

Piero’s hands roam over my body, caressing me through the thin material of my dress. I’m melting from his touch, my body responding eagerly to his every move. He breaks the kiss only to trail kisses down my neck and onto my collarbone, nipping at my skin and leaving marks in his wake.

Piero’s lips continue to roam across my skin, stoking the fire within me. His touch is commanding, but it’s not unwelcome. It’s like my body is responding instinctively to his every touch, desperate for more.

His gravelly voice sends shivers down my spine as he breathes against my ear. “You belong to me now.”

As his hand slips beneath my panties, that’s when I’m brought back to my senses. “Wait,” I gasp, pulling away from him and looking into those alluring hazel eyes. “We can’t, not until we’re married.”

Piero huffs out a low laugh, the corner of his lips curling into a smirk. “Do you always stick to the rules, Gwen?”

My cheeks heat and I glance away, not wanting him to see how much he affects me. “Yes,” I squeak. “Most of them. Is that so bad?”

He grabs my hand in a tight grip, making my entire body tremble with desire. “No, but it won’t get me what I desire the most.” With a glint in his eye, he motions toward his crotch and the obvious bulge there. His words leave me liquified with heat. “But I’ll have you soon enough,” he whispers against my ear. His eyes have a wicked gleam and I can’t look away, no matter how hard I try. “Your obedience won’t save you when I finally have you beneath me. You won’t be to stop screaming my name when I make you come over and over again.”

“Piero!” My voice shakes with shock at his brazenness.

“Exactly. Just like that, Gwendolyne,” he purrs, as he lifts me off of his lap and steps back, winking at me before returning to his seat.

We resume eating our dinner, but he lifts his glass of wine in a toast first. “To us and the amazing sex we’re going to have.”

“Seriously? I’ve never met a man as forward as you.”

He cocks an eyebrow. “Then you’ve never met any man worth knowing. A real man makes it clear what he wants and ensures he gets it in any way possible.”

I swallow hard as I wonder what exactly he means by that. Piero comes across as the type of man who wouldn’t care if a woman is willing or not—a thought that sends a chill down my spine.

“How many children do you want, Gwendolyne?” His voice is a deep rumble that makes my stomach twist in knots.

I know why he’s asking—to ensure his family line has successors, but I hadn’t expected the question so soon.

“Honestly, I’m so young. It’s not something I’ve thought about.”

The arch of his brow makes me sink deeper into my chair. “I want four,” he proclaims. “Big families are the best.”

I place a hand on my stomach. I’d always thought I’d have two children; four is too many.

“We’ll see what happens after we have our first, no?”

He laughs and leans forward. “Indeed, I can’t wait to breed you.”

My entire body ignites in flames as he’s being beyond forward. Any time we’ve met has been around my family, so it appears his true colors are showing tonight. “Are you always this crass?” I ask.

He gives me a sly smirk. “Of course not, but when I’m sitting opposite my drop dead gorgeous fiancé—who can blame me?”

I hate how inexperienced I am with men. Dad has kept me too sheltered, locking me away to protect me.

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