His Stolen Bride - MINK Page 0,24

breathe his name against his lips.

“Yeah, beautiful?”

I close my eyes for a second and soak up his words. I’ll never get used to him calling me that.

“Shit. Is it too much?”

I shake my head and slowly open my eyes to stare at him. He thinks he hurt me. Hurt is the last thing I feel right now. But every time he looks at me like that or calls me by that name, he’s chipping away at the wall I’m trying to keep up between us to protect myself.

“I like it.”

I liked the way he’d grabbed me, pulling me away from everyone as if he couldn't stand another moment without having me close. It seems as though he missed me. Somewhere deep inside me, I want that to be the case. Yet I know that I still need to keep my guard up if I want to protect my heart.

“That's good, beautiful, because I couldn't help myself.” He pulls out and thrusts again.

I bite the inside of my cheek trying not to moan, but it feels too good. His fingers dig into my hips as he angles his cock into me just right. With each thrust he hits my clit. “Is it fucking terrible that all I could think about while your father carried on about nonsense was getting back to you and getting inside of you? Every time he called you a Carrera I wanted to find you and remind you that you’re a Baldoni now. That you’ll always be one.”

“Santino.” My sex clenches around him. His possessive words grip me tight, and I don’t want to let them go. I've never wanted to belong to any name. Now, the way Santino makes it sound has my heart wanting exactly that. To be his, to bear his name always, and for him to remind me that I belong to him for the rest of our lives.

“You like knowing that? That all I could think about was getting back inside your sweet cunt?”

I whimper and nod. What is this man doing to me? He’s filling my head with too many wishful ideas. His fingers dig tighter into my hips as he moves even faster. I can’t find any words as the orgasm begins pushing down on me.

“Santino. I’m going to…” His mouth cuts me off, smothering my cry of pleasure as he jerks against me. His warm releases spills deep inside of me again. Up until this moment, I hadn’t really thought what that could mean for us. I know I shouldn’t want it, but for the first time in my life, I wish for something for myself.

He buries his face in my neck, his warm breath heavy against my skin as he tries to get it under control.

“Tell me you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.”

He pulls his head back to look at me.

“I am.” My tongue comes out to lick my bottom lip. He groans and kisses me again. More of his release spills inside me.

“What have you done to me?” I hear him say under his breath as he slowly pulls out. What have I done to him? More like what the heck is he doing to me? His seed spills down my thighs as he puts me on my feet. My dress falls back down and covers up what we’d done.

“Everyone will know.” I run my hand through my hair. I’m sure I look like a hot mess.

“What is it that they’ll know? That I can’t keep my hands off my beautiful wife?” he says as he fixes his own clothes. There he goes again saying things that warm all my insides. “We need to talk about some things.” He fastens his belt.

I swallow. That phrase is never good.

“Gianna.”

“Is not your concern.” What had he and my father talked about in the meeting? My mind starts to race. Had he agreed to a deal with my father regarding Gianna? Was this Santino’s way of getting me to talk?

“I think she is very much my concern.”

I try and push past Santino, but his arm comes out and snakes around my waist. “You’re going to have to learn to trust me.”

“Just because you’re sticking your dick in me doesn’t mean anything has changed,” I lie, my face flushing at my own words. Was this the plan all along? To get me to fall for him so that he and my father could try to trick me? Anger and hurt threaten to overwhelm me. Until Santino, I had never had this problem with my