A Shotgun Wedding with the Mafia Don-Chapter 28: Playing with fire

Bright light shone across her face, waking her up from her deep slumber. Quickly, she moved her arms to cover her eyes since the blazing sun was worsening her headache.

"What the heck happened last night?" She asked, squinting her eyes until her vision cleared and adjusted to the glaring sunlight.

Looking around the room, she finally remembered everything. She was on a yacht. On her honeymoon.

A man’s steady breathing caught her attention. Glancing to her left, she found him, her husband, still soundly sleeping. Then, looking underneath the sheet, she realized that she was not wearing anything.

"Oh, what the hell!" Did she sleep with him?

Was she that drunk that she could not remember?

Squeezing her brain, she tried to recall last night’s events. She remembered enjoying the meal. Talking. "Oh my..." She was flirting with him, even throwing herself at him.

"Kiss me." She begged him as she took off all her clothes.

What was wrong with her?

"Ugh!" She bit her lip and buried her face in her pillow to muffle her scream.

Swiftly, she slipped out of bed and grabbed fresh clothes from her bag. After a quick trip to the bathroom, she strode out of the room, careful not to wake her husband up.

Filling her lungs with the cool, fresh air had eventually calmed her nerves. It finally took her mind off things.

Watching the water move on a steady rhythm was truly relaxing. Seeing the magnificent sun take its rightful place in the sky was absolutely glorious. It was as if she had been admiring a masterpiece.

"It’s absolutely breathtaking." She gasped, especially when she saw a school of fish swim by alongside the boat.

It was an artwork that was fully alive.

"Indeed, it is absolutely captivating."

Someone spoke in barely above a whisper just behind her ears, making her flinch, not out of fear, but because of something else.

Then, a set of hands held her waist, pulling her until she felt a solid and warm body against her back.

Before she had time to blink, he had her wrapped around those familiar arms and turned to face him.

"You’re absolutely beautiful, Wifey." He repeated, making his meaning as clear as day.

Without warning, his lips dived in.

Caught unaware, she was temporarily paralyzed. All she could do was just stare at the man who was slowly awakening her body from its years of lack of action and intimacy.

Damn! How did she stay this long without a man?

Not that she didn’t have any suitors. In fact, she had men lining up to date her.

But the answer was simple.

Despite how she felt about this man, no one could measure up to him. No man was good enough to replace him in her heart.

Oliver Morton was her one and only. Her forever. Her soulmate.

Yeah! She was a fool for pining for him, even after what he did to her. But her heart wanted him. Only him.

But since she could not have him, she was ready to live the rest of her life alone.

Again, she was here to make him pay, nothing else.

Whatever was going on between them, it was just a means to an end.

"Come on, don’t just stand there. Kiss me back." He ordered when he pulled away, giving her some breathing space.

"Huh?" She looked at him as if he had said something foreign that she could not understand.

Once more, she was speechless. The audacity of this man to order her around. But then again, he did pay her to be his wife. Still, it didn’t mean that she would be on his beck and call.

"There is someone taking our pictures." His lips pointed to her left side. "It’s either the paparazzi found us and are looking for a juicy story, or they were private investigators sent by my mother to spy on us."

Paparazzi? Investigators? Spy?

"What?" Her eyes immediately followed where his lips pointed, noticing a boat sailing alongside them, but he quickly stopped her.

It sounded like a scene in a movie. But she guessed this was the price of being wealthy and popular. Nothing could protect them from the invasion of their privacy. Not even in the middle of the fucking ocean.

But for a man who was always in the limelight. This must be just an ordinary day for him.

"No, don’t look." His fingers gently gripped her chin, holding her in place. "But I need us to put on a show. After all, under the public’s eyes, you are my wife."

Before she could react, his lips came down on her again in a passionate kiss.

A part of her wanted to push him away, but another part relished his closeness.

"Now, wrap your arms around me. We need to put on a show." He suddenly scooped her into his arms, carrying her bridal style back into the room.

Honestly, she was swept away, finding herself lost in the kiss. Of course, it didn’t last long as she soon remembered that he was just doing it for the cameras.

"Okay. Let me go now." She promptly pushed him off her until she stood on her two feet. "The show is over." Fixing her clothes and stepping away from him.

"And can you at least get some clothes on?" She added, seeing that he was just in his boxers.

Damn! That body should be declared illegal because it was forcing her to commit a sin.

Hoping that he didn’t notice how her eyes feasted on his body, she looked away.

But, too late, as a smirk appeared on his lips.

"If I remembered correctly, you couldn’t wait to take off all my clothes and have your way with..."

"Shut up!" She stopped him, covering his mouth with her palm to prevent him from talking. "I didn’t..."

But her brain was too scrambled to form any coherent sentence.

"Last night?"

"We didn’t... Right?"

The kiss was the last thing she remembered. After that, everything went blank. Then, she woke up earlier, naked beside him.

"Really? You don’t remember what you did to me." He asked, looking smug as hell. "The way you ruin my favorite shirt." He pointed at the pile of wet clothes by the bathroom. "The way you forced me to..."

Did she really ruin his shirt?

Closing her eyes, fragments of that night flashed before her eyes.

Oh, my freaking, shit! She did. She had ripped his shirt. But it was an accident. The shirt got caught in something, and when they moved, it was torn in half.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Again, she wanted him to stop teasing her, just to annoy her. "No one could force you to do anything that you didn’t like." She said, turning away from him.

Not then. Definitely, not now.

But before she could make another step, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back. "You’re right about that."

Trapped in his body and the bed behind her, she had nowhere to go but stay in his arms. "What are you doing? Let me go." But honestly, did she really want to lose their connection, biting her lips when he pressed his body harder against her back?

Closing her eyes, she leaned her body when his lips brushed against the length of her neck.

And when he abruptly swirled her around, she almost fell, but luckily, he held her firmly in his arms.

"If you really want to know." His hand slowly crawled on her arms, cupping the back of her neck. "Nothing happened last night."

With his experienced hand, he let his fingers glide across her skin, giving goosebumps that easily spread all throughout her body.

In that instant, she was on fire.

"And if something is going to happen, I want you to remember every..." He stared at her before moving his eyes to her nose, "...bits..." Then, her lips, "...of it."

With the palm of her thumb, he caressed her jaw until it ended up on her lips, "I need you to know who is fucking you... and then, you’ll be begging me for more..." Leaning forward, he whispered in her ear, "...and I want you to shout my name as you explode around my cock."

What the fuck!

If he didn’t stop, his words alone would make her come. Quickly, she squeezed her legs tight as the heat in her core intensified.

Damnit, Sophia! Get a hold of yourself.

But it was easier said than done.

Until now, she realized that he still owned her body, and tragically, her heart.

How could she still love this man despite everything?

"Wouldn’t you like that, my Hubby?" She quickly retorted. She knew she had to keep it together. She couldn’t let him win. She couldn’t give him the upper hand.

Although it felt as if she was taking him to heaven. The truth was, she was here to drag him to hell.

"Are you even sure you can handle me? From what I heard, you..." She spoke provocatively, hoping to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Moving her hand downward, she grabbed his dick between her fingers, "...can’t..." She continued, her words carrying a heavy undertone.

If he could make her as horny as hell, then maybe she should return the favor.

"Do you know what you’re doing?" He seriously asked, but he never bothered to move. He just eyed her as if he was ready to swallow her whole. "You’re playing with fire, Sophia."

"Are you sure you’re ready to get burned?"