Page 150 of Massimo

Massimo leans low, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "You look fucking ravishing, princess. I can't wait to rip that dress off you and fill your perfect pussy with my cum."

My cheeks heat, and my arousal is instant. My core throbs, and I want nothing more than this crowd of people to be gone and for Massimo to do just as he said.

“Hey, sis. You okay? You're looking a little flushed.”

I tear my gaze away from Massimo and turn toward the voice. I choke on a laugh when I see Vito standing at the front, ready to marry us. Again.

“I thought we were going to be married by a priest this time?” I raise a brow at Massimo.

He shoots Vito a sharp look. “We were.”

“Ihaveto marry you,” Vito says innocently, “because the priest is currently... tied up.”

To most people, that would mean the priest is running late.

But with a mafia family—and with Vito in particular…

Massimo’s eyes narrow. “You didn’t.”

Vito flashes a grin. “I didn’t.”

Then he mouths to me:Totally did.

I stifle a giggle. I’m definitely going to hell.

Massimo turns back to me, his gaze softening as he looks down. I realize where he's looking—at the small baby bump that's noticeable in my dress. His large hand gently cups my stomach. My breath shudders out of me at his tenderness—and that he's showing it so openly, in front of his family and allies—and it nearly unravels me.

His eyes return to mine. “Ready, princess?”

I smile through the mist in my eyes. “As long as I’m with you, Massimo, that’s a forever yes.”