Marrying the Mob Prince

KNOX

Paparazzi chased us to the car.

I had Valerie tip them off to where I’d exit, and the camera flashes, aggression, and shouting seemed to be too much for my new fiancee. Security opened the car door. Indie dashed inside like a bird flying into its cage.

I climbed in after her.

Reporters shouted questions through my window. “Mr. Knox, when’s the wedding?”

“When did you start dating?”

“Is this a publicity stunt?”

I closed the window as they begged me for a soundbite. Shadows moved behind the tinted glass. The engine rumbled. My back pressed into the seat as we lurched forward. I savored the peace. The traffic sounds were like a quiet symphony for my overstimulated brain.

Indie’s ragged breathing drew my attention to her. She’d plastered herself into the corner of the back seat like a frightened cat. She swayed, gripping the cushion.

I frowned. “What’s wrong?”

She didn’t answer. Her eyes glazed over with fresh tears. I had no idea if they were from fatigue, joy, rage, or everything at once.

I grasped her knee. “Tell me.”

Her chin trembled and a lone tear slid down her cheek, setting off my alarm bells.

I swallowed tightly. “Indie.”

“Why did you do that?” Indie’s voice rattled with restrained emotion. She tore a strand of hair from her bright pink mouth. “You blindsided me.”

I arched a brow. “Proposals are a surprise?”

“We haven’t even talked about marriage.”

“It’s what I want, and I’m tired of compromising.”

“When do you ever compromise?”

“I’ve handled you like glass, little killer. You’re the only person in the world who gets special treatment.” I grabbed her hand and spread her palm on my pecs. Her lips parted as I traced the outline of her engagement ring. “All I want is your loyalty…or maybe the problem is that you hate the idea of marrying me.”

“Knox, you didn’t even ask to marry me.” Indie’s wide eyes flicked to mine. “You gave me an order.”

“I know.”

“This is overwhelming. Why did you do that?”

I stroked her furrowed brow. “I know. I’m sorry.”© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“Are you?” she ground out, blinking rapidly. “Do you even want to marry me? Or am I just a box you’re checking off because I have the right combination of looks and personality?”

She was obviously searching for reassurance of how I felt about her, which satisfied my ego. She wanted to be with me.

“Both.” My smile broadened. “You have a unique way about you that I find irresistible. You speak from the heart and nowhere else, which is so rare in my world. You have all the qualities I admire in a woman. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as you.”

Never before had I said those words to a woman.

Was that not enough for her?

I tensed as the chill inside me grew.

Her gaze was as soft as a caress. Then she leaned forward and kissed me, the impact of her gentle touch shocking me. My fists unclenched as her kiss gave me a numbed comfort. Her fingers dove into my hair as she crushed my mouth. The taste of champagne swirled against my taste buds until her essence overpowered the alcohol. I wanted to shove her against the wall, but lips softer than a down quilt pressed into mine.

She was like a deadly drug, lulling me into a coma. She drew me closer and mauled my mouth, setting my body on fire. Her palms glided up and over my pecs to cup my face as she leaned into me.

So intimate.

Nobody had ever dared to stroke me like this. The wave of passion knocked me backward. My shoulder hit the seats, and then we tore at each other. I claimed every corner of her mouth. My cock swelled as she attacked my clothes, dragging her nails into my dress shirt. I clung to her, breathing hard, in awe of the ecstasy flooding me. When our kiss ended and she looked at me, something caught in my chest.

A flame.

I stiffened. “Get off me.”

She obeyed, sliding over the seat.

“Good girl.” I sat up and tweaked her chin. “Turn around. I want to fuck my fiancee.”

Her eyes blazed with defiance, but her dress whispered as she turned on command, facing the passenger-side window.

Yes.

We were finally getting somewhere. She bristled as she sat there, perched on the leather, spine ramrod straight, but she had obeyed. My cock strained my slacks. I brushed away the dark strands from her upper back and clutched the zipper of her dress. Slowly, I pulled. My knuckle only grazed her skin, but I felt a twitch run across her muscles. The dress fell off. As it did, I breathed kisses on her beauty marks.

Temptation gripped my cock and I imagined it hardening under Indie’s sensual grip.

“Stick your ass out. More.”

I slapped her ass cheek when she was too slow to comply. I stroked her naked back. I took a condom from my pocket, teasing the foil along the swells of her ass, the dip in her dimpled back, all the way up the swath of goose-down skin to her mouth.

I slid it between her lips. “Hold this for me.”

Her mouth parted. I pushed the packet in until she bit down. Then I stroked her backside, grabbing a handful of ass.

She was so good. She deserved a reward.

“It’s been too long since I’ve been inside you.” The car slowed as we reached my building, but I’d already hit the do-not-disturb partition. “You’ve been a sweet girl all night-so nice and well-behaved. I’m also very pleased that you accepted my proposal without a fuss. So I’m going to make sure you’re taken care of.”

She made a fretful sound.

I grabbed the wand tucked in the seat. I clicked the on button and it started to violently vibrate. Indie squirmed as I teased the mushroom-shaped head up her thighs. It was as though the same energy gripped us both.

Anticipation flooded my veins.

“You will not let go of that condom. Understand?”

She glared at me.

I opened my palm and whirled my hand. It cracked against her ass cheek. She jumped, her teeth bared. She was a wolverine. I’d chained this beast to my side, this wild, untamed woman. It took a dead man to trap her, and I would not waste my time. I would break her in until she was my willing slave.

“Keep it in your mouth, Indie.” I stroked her legs, inching the wand to her pussy. “I’ll need it in a few minutes.”