out a gasp when he seizes my hip in one huge hand. I know he’ll leave red marks in my skin. Do I care? No fucking way.
“You’re an animal,” I tell him. “But you’ve—oh, fuck.”
He’s sunk himself into me, jolting the sentence from my lips. I close my eyes as he pulls all the way in, until we’re hip-to-hip.
Carlo tears at my tank top with his teeth and pushes my breasts together, licking one nipple and then the other as we begin to writhe. His lips are fire-hot on my nipples, making them hard, and his cock is somehow even hotter inside of me. It’s like I’m burning up from the inside. The plane shudders and I almost fall backward, but Carlo braces me with his hand.
He fucks me fast. I grab onto his shoulders and throw myself down on him in time with his thrusts. I’m so close I feel like something inside of me is going to burst; hot wet pressure unleashing. I can’t take it anymore.
“I’m going to—”
He moans, muffled by my breasts, pulling me toward him with his strong hands on my back. My whole body quivers and electric tension works its way through my belly. I rock back and forward. My wetness spills down his massive length.
I cradle his face, kissing him, whispering between kisses, “Come inside me, Carlo. I want to feel it—”
He roars at once, biting onto my lip as he erupts.
I hold him as he rides out his own orgasm. kissing him again and again. When it has finally simmered down, I stay right where I am.
So this how my happily ever after starts: thirty-five thousand feet in the air with my husband’s cock inside of me, on our way to one of the food capitals of the world for our honeymoon, with our child and our friends and our family and my restaurant waiting for us when we get home.
I think I can live with that.
I hope you enjoyed Carlo and Hazel’s story. If you’re interested in how their son, Angelo, is forced to buy a fake wife in order to inherit the throne of the De Maggio crime family, check out DEVIL AT THE ALTAR.
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She’s my fake wife, my property… and my last chance at redemption.
She’s beautiful. An angel.
I’m dangerous. A killer.
She’s my fake bride for a single reason – so I can crush her father’s resistance.
But marrying Eve brings me far more than I bargained for.
She’s fiery. Feisty. Won’t take no for an answer.
She makes me believe that I might be worth redemption.
Until I discover a past she’s been hiding from me.
One that threatens everything.
Now, I know that our wedding vows are not enough.
I need to make sure she’s mine for good.
A baby in her belly is the only way to seal the deal.
In the end, the Bratva always gets what it wants.
Luka
Their fear tingles against my skin like a whisper. As my leather-soled shoes tap against the concrete floor, I can sense it in the way their eyes dart towards and away from me. In the way they scurry around the production floor like mice, meek and unseen in the shadows. I enjoy it.
Even before I rose through the ranks of my family, I could inspire fear. Being a large man made that simple. But now, with brawn and power behind me, people cower. These people—the employees at the soda factory—don’t even know why they fear me. Other than me being the owner’s son, they have no real reason to be afraid of me, and yet, like prey in the grasslands, they sense the lion is near. I observe each of them as I weave my way around conveyors filled with plastic bottles and aluminum cans, carbonated soda being pumped into them, filling the room with a syrupy sweet smell.
I recognize their faces, though not their names. The people upstairs don’t concern me. Or, at least, they shouldn’t. The soda factory is a cover for the real operation downstairs, which must be protected at all costs. It’s why I’m here on a Friday evening sniffing around for rats. For anyone who looks unfamiliar or out of place.
The floor manager—a Hispanic woman with a severe braid running down her back—calls out orders to the employees on the floor below in both English and Spanish, directing attention where necessary. She doesn’t look at me once.
Noise permeates the metal shell of the building. The whirr