Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
I laugh to myself.
“What’s so funny?” Stella whispers.
“I was just thinking of the last time we did this.”
She narrows her eyes. “Against my will.”
“Is it still, though?” I whisper back.
She just smirks at me. “Maybe.”
Always the little vixen.
“You won’t be so sassy when I throw you over the kitchen counter after we get home.”
I enjoy watching the obvious strawberry-red streaks spread across her face very much.
The pastor clears his throat. “Matteo De Silva, will you continue to have Stella De Silva as your wife? Do you reaffirm your love to her, and will you love, honor, and cherish her in sickness and in health ... as long as you both shall live?”
“I do,” I say without a single shred of doubt, keeping my eyes locked on hers.
“And do you, Stella De Silva, continue to take Matteo De Silva as your husband? Do you reaffirm your love to him, and will you love, honor, and cherish him in sickness and in health ... as long as you both shall live?”
“Positively yes,” she says, smiling.
Leticia’s child comes hopping down the aisle with a basket containing two new rings, and Stella’s eyes widen.
“What?” she mutters. “You got us new ones?”
I slip the ring Lucio bought for her off her finger and grab the new one from the basket, which the little boy holds up.
“Thank you,” I tell him.
“You’re welcome, sir,” the boy says.
I grab Stella’s hand and slip the new ring around her finger. “A diamond? It’s beautiful.”
“I wanted to go all out to make you happy.”
“I’m already so, so happy,” she replies.
The boy offers her the basket, and she takes the ring, grabbing my hand to slip the old ring off so she can put the new one on. It looks much better, and this time, it was given to me out of her own volition.
This time, she wants to be mine.
“You’ve renewed the promises you made on your wedding day today, and I’m honored to pronounce you as still happily married! You may now … kiss your wife.”
The pastor chuckles, but I pay him no mind as I grab my wife’s face with both hands and kiss her so passionately that even the crowd begins to cheer and whistle for us. My hand slips down her waist, and I grasp her ass and squeeze it tight.
“Get a room!” someone shouts.
Bunch of oversexed people in here, and one of them is me, because I, for one, can’t fucking wait to carry her into my house and fuck my wife anywhere I damn well want to.
When our lips unlatch, I grin. “Now, when I call you wife, you won’t look so snooty at me.”
“You think I won’t?” she taunts. “My name is still Stella, not wife.”
“Stella De Silva …” I grin. “Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”
“Like you weren’t already used to it.” She playfully slaps me on the chest.
“No, I wanna say it again, and again, Stella De Silva, my Stella, my wife … Tesoro.” I press another kiss to her lips to seal our fate and entwine it forever. “Tu sei mia.”
“I love it when you talk dirty to me,” she says, kissing me back. “Do it again.”
“Questo significa che posso scoparti?”
“I have no clue what you just said,” she whispers, so I squeeze her butt and push my finger up between her thighs until I reach her pussy.
“Does this explain enough, my naughty girl?”
She giggles. “After the reception.”
I smile and plant another passionate kiss on her mouth. “Famous last words. Now, let’s go celebrate before we bang, wife.”
Stella
After the ceremony, I run to hug my mother, who waits for me at the reception. She laughs and nearly crushes me in a hug so tight that I can barely breathe, but it’s perfect.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” I tell her.
“Of course, I wouldn’t miss my daughter’s second wedding,” she jokes, and she pulls away to grab my shoulders. “Look at you.”
Happy tears run down my cheeks because I’m so glad we all made it out alive, but she wipes them away with the pad of her thumb. “Don’t cry. You look beautiful, honey. And you’re finally marrying someone you actually wanted to be married to.”
I nod. “Yes. For real this time.”
Mom eyes Matteo, giving him a stern look. “And you’d better take good care of her.”
“Of course I will, ma’am,” he replies, and he grabs her hand and presses a kiss on top, just like he did with me. “You have my word.”
She blushes as he releases her. “You have a way with words. No wonder you managed to wrap her heart around your fingers.”
“Oh no, she’s the one who wrapped me around her fingers.”
My mom chuckles.
“I do want to apologize for not seeing through Lucio’s plan to put a tracker on you.”
“So what actually happened down at the cemetery after I left?” she asks. “All I was told by your guy who came to snoop in my bag was that it was an ambush. He said he found a tracker, and I got scared for a second.”