Owned by the Italian Mafia Don: A Dark Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance (Possessive Mafia Kings Book 2)
Owned by the Italian Mafia Don: Chapter 33

I decided Ari was right. I didn’t want to get married at Bianchi’s.

So instead, we agreed upon a beautiful hotel with a ballroom I’ve only ever seen in movies. This hotel is for the wealthy. It’s beautiful. The ceiling has a classical painting on it with wistful clouds and angels, then the trim is painted in gold leaf. The floors are marble and there’s a large stain-glass window that has a kaleidoscope of colors sparking against the floor.

I’m not going to be able to enjoy the reception until after the ceremony though. I can’t wait to be in that ballroom again. When I first saw it, I knew that was where I wanted to celebrate. The ceremony itself was in another beautiful room with a view that goes on so long, you can see the entire city.

Ari’s city.

I stand in front of the mirror and frown, not because I think I look bad, but because I don’t. It’s because I’m alone.

I expected to have my best friend at my side—my brother.

I don’t care about my parents not being here. I think them leaving is the best thing that could have happened. Ari basically paid them to live the rest of their lives the way they want I don’t have to worry about it. They won’t be back.

But I had hoped by now, Ari would have sent for Caplan.

I dab a tissue under my eye and place a hand on my stomach. I’m a bit rounder now and the dress I have still hugs me in all the right places. I have a low-cut neckline with off the shoulder straps. It hugs my body how I wanted it to. I don’t want to hide my growing belly and I know Ari wouldn’t want me to. He loves my stomach. In the nursery, he makes me stand sideways on the wall every month and he traces my belly’s shadow on the wall so we can see how much I’ve grown.

He’s the best husband and he is so excited to be a father. I can’t wait to marry him.

Again.

A knock on the door sounds.

“I’m almost done!” I shout, but the knocking continues.

I swing the door open. “I said I’m almost— Caplan!” I scream, throwing my arms over his neck and squeezing him as hard as I can.

He picks me up, his arms wrapping around me tight and swings me back and forth.

“I fucking missed you so much,” he chokes, his hand moving to the back of my head. “I’m so glad I’m here. Let me look at you.” He pulls away, tears wetting his lashes, and he spins me. “You are a beautiful bride.” His eyes fall to my stomach, and he looks back up at me. “You’re pregnant?”

“I am. You’re going to be an uncle.”

His hand falls to the swell and he laughs before yanking me in for another hug.

“What are you doing here? How did you get here? When? You’re staying with us, right? You aren’t going back? Please, tell me you aren’t going back. I can’t handle that.”

He pushes us inside the room and shuts the door. “No. I’m not going back. Mom and Dad can…” he stops himself. “Let’s just say I couldn’t wait to get out of there. I’m here to stay. Ari offered a room at your house and a place within the mafia. I’m going to take it, Rosie.”

“I’m just happy you’re home.” I hug him again, doing my best not to cry so I don’t ruin my makeup. “You’re going to walk me down the aisle, right?”

“Like I’d allow anyone else to,” he says, looking down at his watch. “I have to go talk with the groomsmen. Last-minute details and all, but I had to come see you. Meet me where the aisle starts, okay? I’ll be the one ready to walk you down it. You look beautiful, Rosie.”

When he leaves, I don’t feel so defeated. I’m happy.

I touch up my makeup and check the time, noticing I need to be ready in fifteen minutes.

A knock sounds at the door again and I sigh. “Caplan, you just can’t stand to be away now that you’re home—” I open the door to see Ari.

I try to close it, but his foot comes out to stop it from shutting. He pushes it open and slams it, locking it so we aren’t interrupted.

“Ari, you can’t be in here.”

“Oh, there is no way in hell I’m allowing you to walk down that aisle without me dripping from your cunt.”

“What? No, Ari. We don’t…We can’t—” my protest is falls short when he pushes me against the wall, hikes up my dress and frees his cock.

He rams into me. “Fuck, you’re always ready for me. You look so beautiful. God, I had to see you and I’m so glad I did. I’m going to fuck you in this dress after the ceremony too, during reception, in the fucking plane on our honeymoon. I’m going to live inside you.” He fucks me hard and fast.

“Ari! Yes, oh, more. I want it. I want it,” I meet him thrust for thrust, baring down on him every time he fuck me.

“What is it? What do you want?”

“Your come. Please, I want to feel it.”

He leans in to kiss me but stops, growling when he notices my lipstick. “You have no idea how much I want to mess up this mouth. Later. Definitely later.”

“That’s it. Takes your husband’s cock, Tesoro.”

His words send me over the edge, and I cry out his name, coming hard and fast.

“Damn it. You. Feel. So. Good.” He punches his hips in punctuation with his words, groaning when his orgasm leaves him. He long cock pulls free of me, and he rights my undergarments before tucking himself away, his shaft still hard and prominent in his slacks.

He grips my chin and presses a kiss to it.

“Don’t you know it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?”

He chuckles. ‘Don’t you ever shut up? You always have something to say. I’ll be fixing that later too,” he says lightly and playful, giving me a quick kiss on the lips without messing it up. “I know I shouldn’t have seen you, but I had to. I had to have you before you walked down that aisle, so you felt me with every step you took.”

I blush, his words downright delicious and dirty. “I already feel your come in my panties,” I admit.

He growls, shoving me against the wall again. One hand rests protectively against my stomach while the other cups the side of my neck.

“Good. It will be easier to slide into you after the ceremony.” With those words, he leaves, but not before shooting me a wink and giving me one last look over before groaning and slamming the door.

I giggle, then hurry to the mirror to make sure I don’t look well-fucked.

I blow a piece of hair out of my face when I see I do, in fact, look like my husband just fucked me.

I touch up my hair, do more of my makeup, and straighten out my gown before opening the door to replace Caplan leaning on the wall across the hall. He is holding a bouquet of classic red roses. He walks forward and hands them to me.

“I’m your maid of honor too,” he declares. “Or is it man of honor?”

I laugh, looping my arm through his. “Thank you for being here. You’ve made this day perfect.”

“I wouldn’t have missed it but thank your husband. He’s the one that made sure I got here. Matias is the one that flew out to get me so I wouldn’t travel alone. You found a good man, Rosie. I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you.” I blink away tears, knowing I can’t cry.

“Let’s get you married. Again. Yeah, Ari already told me everything. About how you saved me by marrying him. You made a deal. I haven’t gotten to thank you yet, so thank you. I love you very much. ”

My eyes water from his appreciation. “I love you too and I’d do it all over again if I had to, Cap.”

“I hope you never do.” He kisses my cheek.

I smile, walking down the corridor until we get to the closed doors that hide all the guests and the groom. The doors open and I’m able to see a stunning groom wearing his tux that he just fucked me in. The walls are bright white with a large chandelier hanging in the middle of the ceiling. Flowers are everywhere, so much so, I can smell them as if I’m walking through a garden.

When I get to Ari and he takes my hand, this moment feels more real and more solidifying than the piece of paper I signed for the contract. Our feelings for one another weave through where we touch and he grips me harder, letting me know he can feel it.

I can’t hear anything the minister is saying. I’m too lost looking at Ari and how handsome he looks. His eyes only ever leave mine to drop to my stomach and back up again.

He’s obsessed.

“Do you take—”

“—I do,” he says in a hurry, cutting off the minister.

I laugh as he slides on my ring.

“And do you—”

“I do! I do. I do so much.” I slide on his ring and before the minister can say another word, we kiss. He bends me, kissing me deeply and putting on a show for everyone in the room.

Everyone claps and cheers.

“When we walk down the aisle, I’m taking you to the bathroom to fuck you,” he whispers against my lips so no one can hear.

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t,” I reply.

“Forever my Tesoro,” he says, kissing me again.

My fate is sealed.

I’m forever Ari Milazzo’s wife.

And if I had to go back, I’d sign that contract all over again if it meant it led me to here.