Laura Davis hates Marcus Giovanni. For as long as she’s known him, he has hurt her and gone out of his way to humiliate her. There was no way she was ever going to marry him. But forced down the aisle, she has no choice. The mafia won’t take no for an answer, and any fight she shows is ignored. She is now a Giovanni and at his mercy.
Marcus never wanted to marry Laura. Why would he? She’s nothing like the placid, submissive women of his world. She’s a fighter—and now he has to get her pregnant. To make sure her family’s fortune returns to the mafia’s control, he has to have a son with Laura.
Only, Laura has gotten under his skin, and when he looks at her, he no longer sees a problem but a beautiful woman—and Laura sees there is more to Marcus than the mafia bully she remembers. All this time, he’d pushed her away, and she was right there, in front of him.
When his newfound happiness is threatened, Marcus has no choice but to protect the girl he once bullied and pushed aside. Will he make it in time?
“You’ve got to be crazy if you think I’m going to sleep with you?” Laura held the corset to her chest even as Marcus got completely naked. There was no denying how sexy he was, and he knew it as well. There was a hint of something behind his eyes, which taunted at just how sexy he knew he was, and she wanted no part in this.
Being around him was a recipe for disaster.
He’s your husband.
This is his right.
You can’t escape.
He didn’t know the truth, and she’d lied to him.
“I have no intention of sleeping.” He advanced toward her. “You want to play hard to get, fine. I can play this game if you want.”
He cupped her chin, tilting her head back. His thumb rubbed the spot where he held her, almost tenderly.
Before she even realized what he’d done, he pulled the corset from her hands, and it fell to the floor where he threw it.
Her heart raced, and she didn’t know what to do as he suddenly captured one of her breasts within his palm.
She reached out, gripping his arms, but she didn’t push him away, not as he pinched her nipple. The small bite of pain startled her, but she didn’t pull away from his touch.
Licking her lips, she kept on looking at him.
“See, you like this, don’t you?”
She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of being right.
Marcus turned her, pushing her to the bed, and she let out a scream as he pulled the rest of the clothes from her.
As she screamed, he buried her head into the blanket, and she whimpered. What also surprised her was the hint of arousal she felt. This couldn’t be happening to her. She had to be sick or something. There was no way she could be aroused by his touch. She couldn’t accept it as being real.
He flipped her over onto her back and spread her legs. She wasn’t wearing anything, and now there was no hiding.
Marcus had removed the last of her protection, and he knew it. He smirked down at her, placing a hand between her thighs and cupping her pussy.
“You see this, sweetheart, this is the evidence of just how much you enjoy my touch.”
“Go to hell, Marcus.”
“You think I’m not there? You think I don’t know all about the darkness that consumes me constantly?”
She frowned. He never talked to her like this. They often exchanged unpleasantness, but this was different.
Before she could even ask him what was going on, his mouth was on hers, and there was no talking as he touched her clit, sliding his tongue into her mouth at the same time.
Like all of the other times before, she was at his mercy, and there was nothing she could do.
Just keep telling yourself that.
He broke from the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, not lingering in any one spot. Down her body he kissed, his lips stopping at each of her nipples, giving them a flick of his tongue.
She cried out as he moved down, and she didn’t want to look but found it impossible not to.
He stopped at her pussy, and she lifted up to watch him. He spread the lips of her pussy, and his tongue danced across her clit. The sudden touch was so unexpected and amazing, she cried out, dropping back as he sucked on her. Both of his hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he flicked her nub, going back and forth, up and down, before sucking it into his mouth.
She arched up, wanting more, feeling the pleasure rush through her body, begging for more, but she was unable to completely take it.
He had the power and control, and he worked her body into a frenzy she couldn’t control.
In the back of her mind, she knew she should be stopping this. Marcus was her enemy and had been for as long as she could remember.
There was no way she should be letting him do this.
But it felt so good, amazing even.
She wanted him, hungered for the peak she knew was just out of reach.
If only he kept on using his tongue, and he did.
She was so close.