When he’s satisfied, he kisses me again while he massages the sting from my wrists and then pulls my shirt down so I’m covered again. Carefully pulling my sleeve up, he checks to make sure my stitches are still looking good, and then he kisses my inner wrist before letting me go.
“I didn’t bring you back here just so I could come on you,” he says, and when he sees the look on my face, he laughs and says, “It’s not theonlyreason I brought you back here. I got sidetracked when you got jealous. It was adorable and made me rock-fucking-hard for you. I needed to get that out of my system so I could focus.”
“I wasn’t jealous,” I say, but he ignores me, knowing just as well as I do that it’s a lie.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a small velvet box before opening the lid. The huge diamond is the last thing I’m expecting.
“What the fuck?” I ask.
“Turns out the mission requires me to have a wife.”
Shock keeps my mouth clamped shut as I watch Dario remove the ring from the box and slip it on my finger. I swear I start to get a little lightheaded when I feel the weight of the heavy ring locked around me like a vise I can’t escape from.
I look up at him and say the only thing I can say. “I can’t do this, Dario.”
Chapter 9
Dario
Mia looks terrified as she eyes the ring I just put on her finger.
“Most women hope for a diamond that big,streghetta mia, but you look like you’re about to vomit,” I tell her.
Her hazel eyes are wide with terror, and when I slip a gold band around my finger and then hand her the passport with her married name on it, I swear she turns a few shades paler. She opens it with shaky hands, and then turns her eyes back to mine.
“I don’t understand,” she whispers.
“What’s the matter? You don’t want to be Mrs. Alessi?”
“I don’t want to be Mrs. anything,” she says, tossing the passport back at me. Holding her hand up, she examines the large ring, a ring that cost a small fortune and that I’m confident most women would love to have, and then she drops her hand, huffs out a breath and asks, “How the fuck am I supposed to fight while wearing this? It’s gonna mess everything up.”
Unable to resist, I grin and cup the back of her head, kissing her before she can stop me. My little viper will learn to love being my wife.This is just the practice round. Surely by the time this mission is over, she’ll have warmed up to the idea of being Mia Alessi.
Stunned that I’m even thinking a thought as crazy as that, I let her go and stand so I can fix my suit. Covering her stomach in my cum had helped relax me in a much-needed way, but I’m quickly learning that nothing will ever be enough where she’s concerned.
“I’m going to go and get your bag,” I tell her.
“Why?”
I run my finger over her furrowed brow. “Such a suspicious little thing,” I murmur. “I’m getting your bag because you’re sleeping in here with me, and when we get to my family’s home, we’ll be sharing a room.”
Sliding my finger down her nose, I rest it against her lips to stop whatever she’s about to yell at me.
“We’re married,streghetta mia. Everyone has to believe it for this to work,” I tell her.
As soon as I drop my finger, she says, “But your family knows it’s bullshit.”
I shrug. “You can never be too careful, and we can’t take any chances.”
“I hardly doubt that means we need to sleep together on the plane. Every single person here knows we weren’t married when we boarded.”
I can’t resist giving her another wink and saying, “Marissa doesn’t know.”
“Well then fuck her if she tried to sleep with my husband right in front of me.” Mia mutters the words, and her pissy tone and barely concealed jealousy is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.
“God, you’re adorable, little viper,” I tell her, grinning at the scowl she gives me. I swear she’s about to reach for her knife and stab me, so I take a step back and say, “I’ll go get our bags. You going to be okay waiting here?”
In true Mia fashion, she opens her mouth and lets me have it.
