Chapter 39
The meeting has been going just as I thought it would. It’s a nightmare. The Bianchis and the Riccis and our head generals haven’t ever been around a table together, not in my lifetime anyhow.
“So you’re telling me,” Lorenzo starts, “that we’re going to be working together. Like…closely?”
Antonio, one of Brynne’s men, rolls his eyes and sits back in his chair. “And what about territory, eh?”
“Yeah, what about territory?” Dante echoes, a smug grin on his face. He’s just egging them on.
I give him a cut-the-shit look, and he clears his throat.
Brynne looks at me for help, but I outstretch my hand toward her.
The floor is yours, my beautiful Mafiosi.
She narrows her eyes at me, annoyed. But I love to see her lord over these men. Even if some of them belong to me. She’ll come into her power beautifully. Maybe one day, she’ll wield the hand of death beside me.
A psycho can only dream.
Swiftly, the images of her standing beside me in my dungeon of pain flood me: her body painted in blood, her grip firm on the hilt of her blade, her victim screaming out for mercy.
I shift in my seat as my cock presses uncomfortably behind the zipper of my slacks. She eyes me again as she’s assessing what to do.
I can only smirk and think of things I shouldn’t. Like the fact that she’s going to be my wife.
Wife.
A term I never thought a man like me would use to describe anyone close to him. I never in my wildest imaginings thought a woman would even let me touch them willingly.
“Yes, you’re going to work together as one. Territory will belong to both sides, if Mr. Ricci agrees, that is…” Brynne trails off, looking at me for confirmation.
I nod.
Of course, families have merged before. Whether for necessity to end a war, or to gain more of a foothold. It’s not uncommon, especially to keep the peace, but these men act as if we’re telling them their next task is to fly to the fucking moon without a rocket.
“Listen,” I finally speak, seeing my bunny getting furious with the decorum in the room. “You’re acting as if this is going to be a bad thing. We’ll outnumber the other three families tenfold, and we’ll have more territory. We just need you all to agree not to kill each other as we merge powers. There is going to be a shift in how both sides are doing things already, being that you got new bosses.”
My smile lifts, and even Dante looks uncomfortable in his chair. I don’t smile, but thinking of how things have played out between Brynne and me—the fact I found her in the woods, and now she’s going to be my wife—astounds me.
In the best possible ways.
“So, you’ll be marrying soon, right? The transition needs to happen quickly, so we can get politics in order,” Antonio says, eyes darting between the two of us.
I watch Brynne’s breathing speed up, her breasts lifting and falling. She’s only just been proposed to. She twirls my mother’s ring absently on her finger, and I watch her for a moment.
“Yes. It will be next week. You all can see to hiring someone to get it together. We don’t want a big spectacle.”
Lorenzo scoffs again. “It needs to be,” he mutters.
“If you’re going to voice your opinion, do so a little louder,” Brynne commands, her voice holding enough dominance even I want to obey.
“I was only saying that for this to work, and for all of us to be appeased with the transition and see the results we want from the merge, the wedding needs to be a big spectacle. It’s an Italian wedding, for fuck’s sake.” With that, Lorenzo finally uncrosses his arms and sits back.
His words settle through the room, and while I want to defend Brynne and what she wants, I won’t.
Because I agree with them. For us to do this correctly, I think the bigger, the better. But it’s my bunny’s wedding. She’ll get what she wants.
And as every man at the table leans forward, eyes wide with anticipation, I know they know she will, too.
She sighs, shoulders dropping tension. “Fine. I know you’re right. But how will we have something so massive in only a week?”
Antonio and Lorenzo both laugh.
“Don’t you worry, Boss,” Antonio says, standing and looking at Lorenzo. “We’ve got this.”
Lorenzo then stands and leans over the table. Their hands meet, shake, and then fall to their sides.
It’s the best possible ending for this meeting.
And no one had even drawn a weapon.
* * *
The room has cleared out,and Brynne is still sitting on the other end of the table from me. We’re both lost in the many thoughts in our hands, wrapping our minds around all the change.
Change has a way of making you feel as if you’re not you. It takes a while after implementing them for you to fall into a rhythm where you can uncoil and be yourself again.
I know she’s going through so much it’s unreal.
“Bunny…”
She cuts me off. “I want to go back to the cabin.”
I laugh, and she eyes me with an air of seriousness. “Why are you laughing?”
“It’s just not what I expected you to say. I’m sorry.” I steel my face. “Why do you want to go back to the cabin? Even though you can’t.”
She pouts. “Why can’t I? I have power now, right? Doesn’t that mean I can do whatever I want?”
I stand and move towards her, sitting on the edge of the table next to her right side, lifting her face with two fingers.
“You have power, but a Mafiosi belongs with her men. In the city that she rules. Sure, we can go back to the cabin for reprieves, small stints of time, but not permanently.”
One soft breath leaves her and skims my skin, and that’s all it takes for blood to rush southward again. “But that’s what I meant. I want time after we marry to adjust to being married. To get used to being an us. A honeymoon,” she finishes.
I smile. “You want your honeymoon to be in our cabin?”
She smiles, and I know it’s because I’ve referred to it as ours. There’s no other way to think of it anymore. Not after watching her come in the bathtub. Not after nursing her back to health in my bed. Not after feeding her from my hand while her bare flesh taunted me.
She nods once in my hold. “I do.”
“Mmm, I like those two words when they’re together. Have you been practicing?” I change the subject. She knows I’ll give her whatever she wants, so if she wants to hide away with me in the cabin after we’re married for weeks on end, she’ll get it.
She shakes her head. “I don’t have to practice telling you I want to be with you. That I want to marry you. That I will be beside you in sickness and in health.”
“Oh, you don’t?” I ask, and she stands, moving in between my thighs. My hands find her hips, and her lips find mine. The kiss is searing to the soul. She moves slowly, her tongue teasing me in ways I’ve never known existed.
“You know,” she says, pulling back and licking her lips as she looks around the room, “we made history here today.”
I look around, thinking of all the loyal men who sat and listened and then agreed to our plans. “We did.”
“Seems only fitting we seal the deal, you know? Mark the occasion with something…”
I lift my hand between us for her to shake it, but she crouches, dropping to her knees, her eyes looking toward me with hunger.
I let my hand drop to my thigh.
“And what is it you have in mind, Ms. Bianchi?”
She works my belt open and undoes my pants. “I was thinking I’d suck your cock, and then you could bend me over this table and fuck me until you have to carry me back to the car.”
Her words skim through my cortex, and my cock jerks in her hand when she gets it free.
“That certainly would put things to bed.” I hiss when she skates her tongue down my length, eyes still tormenting me like those of a lioness about to devour me whole.
“Fuck, Brynne,” I get out when she closes her heated mouth around me and sinks to the base, the head of my dick compressing the back of her throat.
“Hmm?” She hums, and I lean back, hands on the wooden table for stability.
“If this is your way of doing business, I’ll be finding every excuse possible to be in your office every day.”
She chuckles, and it vibrates the head of me. Her hand works me as she bobs up and down, gagging as she goes. I know it’s because she knows I love the fucking sound of her choking on me.
“That a girl, choke on Daddy’s cock.”
She moans, shifting to create friction of her own.
“You suck me good, and I’ll fill that tight pussy and fuck you into oblivion. I’ll make you come so hard,” she adds teeth to the mix and I groan, “that you’ll need to ask me your name afterward,” I finish through gritted teeth.
She adds another hand to the base, and both hands work in opposite directions as they fist me. Her mouth doesn’t relent, lifting and dropping, cheeks hollow as she tugs me in and out.
The combination is fucking deadly, and I’m going to lose control quickly.
“Brynne,” I warn, leaning forward and touching her shoulder.
But she doubles down, sucking harder, fisting me firmly.
“Fuck, Brynne… I’m going to come, don’t stop. Be a good girl and don’t waste a drop!” I manage as cum ripples from my cock.
She swallows in gulps, taking all I’ve given her down her sinful throat.
“Fuck!” I moan languidly as she milks every last drop and then licks it up.
What I’m not ready for is what she does next.
I’m still fucking rock-solid for her, and she knows it. She turns in between my thighs as she stands, lifting her skirt above her hip. She’s bare beneath, and I growl, slapping her ass cheek hard with my cock.
She grabs me and finds her entrance, sitting down on me reverse cowgirl, slowly getting used to the fill. Her hands come down my thighs as she fucks me, ass cheeks clapping.
My mouth is hung wide open as she takes what she needs. Reaching up, I grab her ponytail and wrap it around my hand, using it to pull her back.
My lips find her ear, my teeth nibbling delicately.
She moans. “Fuck, Slate. You feel so fucking good.” Her words have my other hand finding her clit, rubbing in even motions to help her along.
Because even though I’ve just come, another orgasm is building, and I can never control them with her.
“What a beautiful little bunny you are. Look at how you take care of Daddy, hmm? How well you swallowed his cum down that dirty throat.”
She groans, eyes frantically trying to meet mine, but I still hold her in my grasp.
Her mouth drops open and little huffs of pleasure drift out of them. I know she’s close.
“I can’t wait to feel you come for me. The way your cunt grips me is like nothing else in this world, Brynne.”
I stop rubbing her clit, deciding to send her over the edge faster instead.
I slap her pussy, and she fucks me harder, legs working her body up and down at a pace that’ll have her sore later.
“Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours!” she pants.
I slap her again. “This is all mine?”
She nods. “All yours, Daddy!”
My eyes nearly roll back in my head. “Mine to ruin. Mine to fill.”
“Forever,” she screams as she comes around me, clenching in ripples that take me with her.
“Brynne!” I growl, holding onto her for dear life as we both shatter.
“Slate,” she whispers as she comes down, movements becoming slow and jerky.
“Fuck, baby girl, if this is how you do business…”
She giggles. “Only with you.”
I grip her pussy in my hands firmly. “Only with me.”