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by Esther E. Schmidt


  She stands up and strolls over to me. Leaning in she hesitates and glances down. “Shit. I’m a bit of a mess.”

  Yeah, fuck that. A soft chuckle spills from my lips making her gorgeous eyes land back on mine. “Who the fuck cares? Kiss me, because you’re turning me the fuck on.”

  Andy actually jumps into my arms, curling her legs around me while I spin us around and press her against the wall. Our mouths clash, tongues dancing in desperation. Neither of us can get enough of each other in this moment. It’s fucking sick but I have to have her.

  The tiny dress she’s wearing allows me access, the only barrier is her thong that’s easily sliding to the side. Zipper down, my dick that’s hard as fuck falls out and is right at her opening. There’s a single second of hesitation. Fuck. I should wait.

  “Take me,” Andy breathes in my damn ear, her breath hot and her words sound so very needy. That’s it. One push and I’m balls deep.

  Her head falls onto my shoulder, we’re both frozen in this moment. Me adjusting to the tightness wrapped around my dick, the heat surrounding it is so fucking intense I don’t think I’ve ever experienced something like this.

  She fucking clenches her walls making me croak, “If you keep clenching like that, I won’t have a chance to fuck you. I’ll come right here, right fucking now. Damn…you feel so good.”

  “Move,” she groans. “Please, move...I need,”

  Don’t have to tell me fucking twice. Pulling out, I slam right back in. Her head falls back against the wall when I start to bury myself inside her over and over again. I make sure to surge up while bending my knees. With her pinned to the wall it creates friction for her clit and she damn well shivers in my arms. The way her nails dig into my neck and those whimpers that fall from her mouth that’s slightly parted…I can’t hold off.

  Her walls spasm in a way that’s strangling my dick into an orgasm that’s being pulled out from somewhere deep inside me, a place that’s only reserved for her. Like she’s ripping my heart right open and demands every single thing my body can give her. And I fucking let her have it. All of it. All of me.

  When my body gives one final shudder, I trail a line of kisses up her neck until I find her mouth. “I love you so damn much,” I murmur.

  “I knew it,” she fucking squeals, tightening her damn legs while she takes my head into her hands and plants a hard kiss on my lips before pulling back and giving me a brilliant smile. “Me too. I love you too. So much.”

  “Aw, ain’t that sweet. I guess she recognized you, huh?” Tarzan chuckles from the doorway.

  “I told you they were fucking in there,” Karma mutters, poking Ruby in her side. “Crap, that’s messy. And twisted. Yikes…what did you do? Make his inside explode? That’s really going to be a pain to clean up in here.”

  “Hey,” I snap. “Can we get some privacy here? Get the fuck out. We’ll be right down after a shower and fuck,” I take one quick glance to the clothes that are hanging in the back all covered in blood. “Are all her clothes stained?”

  Andy gasps and whips her head in the same direction, sighing in relief the next moment muttering, “Thank fuck for garment bags, the wedding dress is still perfect.”

  “I have another cocktail dress in a bag right here she can wear tonight. No worries,” Unique shouts from behind Tarzan, Ruby, and Karma.

  “Good. Tarzan, can you get a few guys in here after we’re done to clean up this shit?” I ask.

  “On it,” she says and grabs her phone. “Come on, girls, let’s get downstairs and leave the two lovebirds to clean themselves up.”

  Andy wiggles on my dick that’s still lodged deep inside her, hard as fuck. That’s right, I have no shame. “Baby. Stop. You’re going to be sore already from the way I took you just now. You don’t want me ravishing you again. And dammit…I wanted to wait. Wedding night, a damn bed. Not screwing while tainted with the blood of our enemy. Shit. You deserved,”

  “You. I deserved you, and I got,” she clears her throat, “and have you. That’s what matters,” she tells me and damn…she’s fucking right.

  Chapter 20

  All the time in the world.

  ***Andy***

  Walking down the steps while I’m engulfed by Afon is heightening every step I take. The soreness between my legs, his eyes on me while he’s waiting at the end of the stairs with a heated gaze, all of it is a reminder that I’m fully his.

  The dress Unique brought in her bag, the one I’m wearing right now, is a real eye catcher. Afon didn’t get a chance to see my dress. All the time we had together was in the shower before Ford was knocking on the door demanding the two of us get downstairs as soon as possible. Something about an engagement party missing the two who are engaged. Afon went ahead to give me some more time to get ready.

  The dress is a dark shade of red, a deep V neck, allover lace with a high slit, it’s elegant and yet oh so sexy. The way Afon is looking at me makes me rub my legs together. I can’t wait to have him again.

  “You need to stop looking at me like that,” he growls in my ear when I’ve reached the end of the stairs.

  “I could say the same to you,” I whisper back in all honesty. “Would it be weird if we send everyone home and dive into bed for a few days?”

  His chest rumbles with a hint of laughter. “I wish. They’ve just cleaned up the mess in the damn ballroom. Let’s just get through the rest of the night in the company of friends, have a drink or two, and then send everyone home. Celebrate the fact that this Marco fucker is wiped off the face of the Earth, huh? We have all the time in the world to fuck for the rest of our lives. Now that we screwed up our damn wedding night.”

  “Screwed…up, huh? Yes,” I say dreamily, remembering how he held me up, pinned me to the wall and took me while giving me so much pleasure.

  “Did I fucking not mention it a damn moment ago that you should stop looking at me like that?” Afon growls again.

  I can barely keep the gloating from my face, delighted he feels the same way. I hit his chest. “It’s your fault, reminding me. Shit. Let’s keep our distance then. I’ll go over to my friends while you will stay over there with the guys, how’s that?”

  “Fine,” he grumbles but takes my hand, leading me into the ballroom where we have to walk around first and greet all the guest personally, thanking them for coming and give our sincere apologies for the interruption.

  Interruption. Meaning a dead body flying and killing a dude mid festivities. Or that’s what I heard happened while I was busy with Marco upstairs. But whatever. The smile on my face is huge because it’s my damn engagement party so I’ll be sure to enjoy myself.

  The night passes quickly and all too soon the house is empty while Afon and I take a late-night stroll in the garden, letting Dozor run around because he’s been up in his room for most of the night. With our fingers entwined, the moon high, and Dozor rolling around in the grass, it seems all too perfect. But yet it is reality. The way my life has been spun around has given reason to my life to start over. A whole new life with someone who has my back unconditionally.

  Coming to a stop, I step in front of Afon. Reaching out to cup his face in my hands, I tell him, “I love you,” and give him a lingering kiss.

  His hands reach for my ass, dragging me closer to him as he deepens the kiss. Dozor starts to bark, making Afon groan in discontent into my mouth. He tears his mouth away from mine. “Not now, Dozor, go on…play some more.”

  All we get in return is more barking, oh…and the squeaking of Dozor’s toy, clearly demanding one of us should throw it. My lips touch Afon’s once more before I whisper, “Go on, throw it a few more times. We have all the time in the world, right?”

  “Fuck, yeah,” Afon says, nipping my bottom lip and licking away the sting.

  A moan involuntarily leaves my throat, making Afon chuckle. Dammit. He did that on purpose, making me long to have his mouth on me right now instead of later.

  Afon reaches down, grabs Dozor’s toy a
nd throws it away, his eyes finding mine the next instant. “Like you said, all the time in the world. Maybe we should wait to have one another again, make our wedding night special.”

  My eyes widen. Is he serious? His head tips back, a bark of laughter filling the air.

  “You ass,” I say and smack him in the chest.

  Dozor barks from far away, making me turn toward the noise. Afon’s arms wrap around my waist, plastering my back to his front while he gently rocks us left to right. “Every fucking second with you is special, amina mia. Every. Damn. Second.”

  Leaning back against him, I close my eyes and release a deep breath. In all my life I never experienced such bliss. Happiness, righteousness. Afon completes me in every way, one soul split straight through the middle, walking the Earth in solitude until life intervened and brought them back together again.

  “Every damn second,” I agree on a whisper.

  Epilogue

  The Wedding

  ***Andy***

  “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” I seethe.

  Tarzan shakes her head. “Nope. He just told Ford who’s standing at the altar waiting next to Afon. For realz. Your idiot brother invited Esposito.”

  “He’s not coming, is he?” I question. “Why? Why does my insane brother think he can ruin my freaking wedding day?”

  “Maybe because the syndicate gave him an ultimatum. Maybe because he’s a man, and all men have shit for brains when it comes to a wedding. Who freaking knows? Afon is pissed though. Shouting very nasty words through the church. You should be proud,” Tarzan beams.

  “I second the part about men have shit for brains when it comes to a wedding. Yegor sidestepped the whole thing, arranging the papers and skipping over the dress, flowers, cake and stuff, without me even knowing it. Men always screw up. When they see an opportunity they dive into it, dick first, and afterwards realize how shit can get slippery real fast.” Ruby nods.

  “Men are just idiots. Let’s stick to that, huh?” Unique grumbles and stands up. “There, you’re all set.”

  Looking down, I see how the dress flows perfectly. She wanted to do a last-minute adjustment, the hell if I know what she did.

  “Thank you.” I smile. She’s so sweet.

  Unique found the most adorable vintage lace wedding boots for me. The wedding dress she made is elegant, shimmering cream lace with an open back. Ruby did my hair, putting it up and added a thin handmade pearl headband.

  A knock sounds at the door. Karma stalks over and opens it. My idiot brother strolls inside, earning glares from all of the women in the room.

  “You look breathtaking, sis.” He gives me a smile and the way his eyes are glazing over makes me think a tear could spill any damn second.

  His screw-up disappearing from my mind, I run toward my brother and hug him tight. He’s all the family I have left. Or at least of the blood-related type. My family of friends became a whole lot bigger. Afon is mine, all because of him. If he hadn’t done what he vowed me never to do…then none of this would have been possible.

  “Thank you,” I croak.

  “Fuck, no. No freaking crying. I just did your makeup. Stop with the mushy shit.” Unique waves her hands all wide eyes and shakes her head, making the rest of the women laugh.

  “I’m not going to cry. I’m just thankful my asshole brother here didn’t keep his promise.” I can’t find anymore words but Ricca gives me a nod in understanding.

  “I knew right away he would be the one. It was in his eyes when you two first met. The both of you.” His thumb brushes over my cheek. “Now let’s go, he’s waiting for you.”

  We all go downstairs. Ruby, Tarzan, Unique, and Karma going through the doors of the church first while Ricca waits with me outside of the doors.

  He turns toward me, a sly smile on his face. “Will you return the favor in a few weeks when I get married?”

  “What?” I gasp while music starts flowing through the doors in front of us.

  “Hear that? That’s your cue, Andy…I’ll tell you all about me later. Just know I took the deal the syndicate offered me. Everything is taken care of. Now let’s walk down that aisle to your man, huh?”

  The doors in front of us open. I’m too stunned to move. My brother? Getting married? Ricca gives me a quick peck on the cheek and drags me forward. Music fills the church as we both move forward. Rows of guests sit on each side of the aisle. Getting closer to the altar I can see my friends standing next to each other, tears of joy in their eyes. Glancing to the other side I see Afon, waiting for me.

  Suddenly a voice booms through the church. “You’ll never have what’s mine. She isn’t yours to take.”

  Following the sound of the voice I see Esposito standing in the midst of all the guests, a gun in his hand aimed straight at Ricca.

  “Noooooo,” I scream at the sound of a gun discharging.

  People are screaming. My heart is beating in my throat. Glancing next to me I see Ricca is looking at me with shock written all over his face.

  “Sorry about that, people. I handled it. Again,” Marlon quips as he tucks away his gun, throwing a wink at Unique before he jumps toward the spot where Esposito crumbled to the floor, a bullet hole right between the eyes.

  Hoisting the dead body up underneath the arms, Marlon drags him out of the church while grunting. “Don’t mind me…carry on.”

  Ricca shakes his head as if to clear it, dragging me forward. But I drag my heels because it suddenly makes sense. I smack my bouquet against his chest.

  “You freaking idiot. They demanded you marry her, right? And you freaking accepted? What the hell? How can you do that?” I whisper scream, because for real… “You took her freaking hostage. How’s that for starting a marriage!”

  He dares to shrug. Ugh. That asshole. I rip my arm away from my idiot brother and close the small distance left between Afon and me. I don’t look back again as the ceremony begins as if nothing happened.

  Screwed up or not…nothing can disrupt a mafia life, we will always adapt to any situation life throws at us. Even a clean kill amongst guests during a freaking wedding. Other than the slight hiccup, the ceremony is beautiful and for real, looking into the eyes of the man I love is the only thing that matters.

  The reception right after goes fluidly and time flashes by. My heart beats loud in my ears realizing I’m now Afon’s wife. A newlywed on the verge of having her wedding night. When we had the first dance Afon whispered words of longing in my ear that left me all hot and bothered. He’s managed to flame up so much heat inside my body that I don’t think I can stand it one second longer.

  Yet here I am, looking at myself in the mirror. My husband is waiting for me in the bedroom while I’m in the bathroom trying to catch my breath, or at least get my rapid heartbeat under control.

  And why? Why am I all pumped up over our wedding night? I mean it’s not like we’re going to have sex for the first time. Hell, ever since that first time he took me against the wall we’ve been going at it several times a day. But somehow in this moment it feels different.

  “I can do this,” I murmur in an effort to boost my self-esteem. Grabbing my tits, I give them another check to make sure the lace is pushing them up nicely.

  One more glance at my ass where the delicate lace thong is perfectly set in place. Yes. I’m ready. Or as ready as I’ll ever be. My fingers wrap around the door handle, slowly opening it and stepping inside the bedroom. My eyes are on the soft carpet, finding the nerve to look at him. Will he be waiting naked in the bed? Slowly traveling my gaze up until my breath catches.

  “Fuck,” Afon croaks as he makes his way toward me. He changed clothes for me. He’s now wearing his leather pants along with a white Henley. “That’s it, huh? I knew I made the right choice with wearing this.”

  His hand travels up my leg until his finger catches underneath my thong, pulling it, he makes it snap against my skin.

  “This drenched yet? Will I find that scrap of lace soaked with arous
al?” His words are murmured against the skin of my neck.

  I tilt my head to the side, allowing him to bite down while my fingers dig into his scalp, keeping him against me. “Yes,” I tell him in all honesty. “Don’t you dare take off your clothes, well…maybe just the shirt, that needs to go…I need to dig my nails into your back and bite down on,”

  “Ssshhhh. No more words out of that fuckable mouth or I’ll give you something to choke on,” he growls, his voice overloaded with lust.

  Taking a step back, he lets me watch how he grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head slowly, allowing me to get an eyeful of his broad muscled chest. His whole body is a canvas of ink. Strong hands with the mark of a skull, the rest of the skin on his arms are decorated with different designs I’ve traveled my tongue over so many times already. His leather pants that are covering his thick thighs and I can’t wait for the second that zipper goes down. That’s all that needs to go.

  He steps forward again and cages me in against the wall. His fingers travel up my leg again until both his hands fist the side of the lace. One hard pull and it tears apart. The other side gets the same treatment until the shreds of it fall to the floor.

  His two strong hands are cupping my breasts through my bra. “This stays on.” His voice sounds raw while his fingers push some of the lace down, baring my nipples. “Yeah, like that,” he adds before leaning down, taking my nipple into his mouth.

  My hands hold his head in place, my fingers dig into his scalp when his teeth bite down on my nipple creating a flash of pain that slowly flames into an extensive throbbing between my legs.

  “I need you,” I breathe.

  His soft chuckle should annoy me, but the sound of a zipper obliterates any trace of annoyance when I feel the heat of his dick at my entrance. I’m so damn wet it only takes one surge up before he’s buried deep inside me.

 

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