Own Me: A Dark Mafia Romance (Masters of Corsica Book 1) by Jane Henry

Author:Jane Henry [Henry, Jane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: J Henry Publishing Inc.
Published: 2023-01-12T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Nicolette

We get ready for the wedding in record time. My phone, an older model I inherited from Gwen when she upgraded, doesn’t hold a charge very well, so I put it to charge while I get changed.

Fabien, of course, decides not only do we have enough time to get ready, we also have enough time for him to bend me over the side of the bed and fuck me, hard, mercilessly, and so perfectly I have not one but three orgasms in rapid succession. I swear I’ll be hoarse by the time we finally get to the wedding.

I slump over the bed, panting.

“I’m gonna need another shower if you keep this up,” I say in between gasps of breath.

“Hmm, the shower,” he says, as if he’s considering taking me there, too.

“Fabien, we don’t have time! Your mother will kill you.”

Both hands clamp on my hips. “Who decides whether or not we have time?”

Shockingly, arousal skates through me again. “You, of course,” I say with a toss of my head.

His hand smacks down, hard, and brands my ass. “Try that again.”

“You, sir,” I say, my voice like a purr.

“Who bought you for the weekend?” He bites my shoulder and grazes my skin with his teeth.

“You did.”

“Good girl. Now go get ready like I told you to.”

“You’re the one who’s got his full gorilla body weight on me.”

“Gorilla weight? Are you calling me a gorilla?”

“Well, no… I mean, I do have some sense of self-preservation,” I say. Still, he does indeed shift his weight off me. I race to the bathroom and quickly freshen up. Washcloth, face wash, deodorant, dry shampoo.

I slither into an absolutely stunning dress he ordered for me. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I put my shoes on and breathe out a sigh. “And you do have excellent taste in clothing.”

“Glad you think so.”

I wish our time together wasn’t coming to a close. I could sit and just watch him fastening those cuff links, tying his tie—

“I wish we weren’t almost done together,” Fabien says.

I don’t want to tell him I was just thinking the very same thing. It feels like sucking up.

“Oh? Well, I mean, we could get caught at the carnival and end up in jail together.”

He chuckles. “As if being in a jail cell with you would be at all punitive.”

I sigh. “Likewise.”

I stand in front of the full-length mirror and brush off imaginary lint. The gesture doesn’t remove my doubts like I somehow thought it would, as if I could just whisk them away.

He walks up behind me and braces my hips with his large, strong hands. Now that I’ve lost the six-inch heels, he’s a full head taller than I am, and he has to bend to kiss the top of my head.

Fabien has shown me in detail how good he is at masquerading. Playacting. He knows exactly how to behave and what to say.

What makes me think that anything he says or does to me is authentic?

I can’t let myself doubt anything now.

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