The Mafia's Bride; His Temptation

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oles that involved kisses when I acted on a mov

ing made me sober and my vision became clear at that instance. I couldn't stop myself from crying

n a soft, reassuring kiss. His hands tightened on my hips, and instead of wit

s every touch. He wasn't whispering those erotic and beautiful sentences I would have wanted, bu

ow perfect his body felt over mine. His hands explored my body, moving from my hips to my breasts, as if mapping out every curve an

hat was happening, it built into something far more intense, like a wave of pleasure. Giovanni seemed to know exactly how to move, exactly where to touch, pushing me further an

ng under him as I let the pleasure take over my body. The excitement was too overwhelming, th

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my thighs and hips, the memories of last night came flooding back into my head all at once. Bianca had

open. I didn't even get to react properly before a swarm of people rushed in, flashi

he blanket to cover my naked body properly, my heart racing so fast as the

demanded, not hiding her disapproval at all as she accused. Even I wouldn't a

el about this? Does he know you were with another man before the wedding?" They were throwing questions at me with

as it all a lie?" a male reporter asked this time around. Each

aying. "You're mistaken! I-I was with my fiancé-" my words trailed off as I turned to reach for the side of th

he had to be here. Giovanni had to explain to them-to thes

, it wasn't possible. But what if it was the truth? My mind retorted, replaying the events of the night all over again. The wine from Bianca, the suspicious keycard she had in her hands, the dark

he whole time. Had she drugged the wine? Had she... had she planned everything to ruin my big day? I badly wa

your bed last night?" one of them shouted,

tighter around myself. "I don't know... I thought it was Giovanni-" my words were

heat on me on no other days but the night be

baritone was far different from the bass gr

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all didn't. Perhaps if I could explain myself, they might reali

" I begged, struggling to meet his black eye

ity to announce that I'm calling off the wedding." Giovanni sai

that automatically means, my father would stop investing in me. I wanted to get down the bed and kne

ed. As my eyes followed him walking away, I came in contact with Bianca who met my eyes wit