***ZANE’S POV***
My cock is fucking hard, I can’t believe that merely looking at a woman like London would do such a thing like that to my cock.
My men are staring at her, and then at me. It is difficult to press my mind around such situations because the mere thought of simply acting out on it makes me want to go freaking mad.
I stand, training my eyes on London as I approach London. My eyes pin her down and as I swirl my hand around her small waist, she seems to fit so perfectly.
“I hate knowing that my men are looking at you, but I love the fact that they can’t have you because you are all mine,” the words slip out of my mouth as I glare at her, feasting in those ever-green eyes.
“Come on, Zane, you can’t say stuff like that, they are loyal to you, and all these things, they set it up for me,” she says, her smile bright as she reaches out to me, cupping my cheek in his hand.
“Ha ha! I love it when you make this sound like I own you,” I bite out, massaging her good hand on my face.
“You do own me,” she mutters.
“If you continue like that, your bad hand will take more than eight weeks to heel. I want you safe and strong soon, London,” I clear out.
I moved my hands to her waist, pulling her to my side, I started rocking my hips on hers, igniting pleasure between us. We danced, the song was fast, but we took it on a slow pace until London was grinding on my thigh, unable to pull away.
“You, London… You are the most intense person I have ever known,” I blurt out pushing my hand into her hair, massaging her scalp and making her long for more.
Whatever she wants now is what she will have, I am totally at her disposal, and there is nothing I can do about that.
“I want you now, Zane. What about you take me where your men can see us? Let them know only you can have my fine ass,” London pushes out, teasing me.
This is bait, I know I have to jump into it, thus, why I am leading her towards the shed, where we lean on the wall. The shed is covering us, just enough, and as I step up to London, my big muscles cover her.
I unfasten my belt and jerk my trousers down, I don’t have boxers to worry about today, so, I jerk London’s gown, lining my cock with her pussy.
“Mine. You are all mine, little girl,” I shoot out as I push into her.
I don’t restrain London from moaning, instead, I let all the words come out as loud as she wants it. If she wanted to scream out her lungs, the men would hear her shout it over and over again.
“All fucking mine. Now, moan and let those fuckers out there know who you belong to actually,” I tell her chuckling.
I thrust in and out making sure London’s hand is safe, and not only that, my ass is on the outside, the rest of them can suck my cock for all I care.
“Daddy! Oh, Daddy,” she screams out as I fuck her raw.
As she hits her climax, I growl, planting my and on either side of the wall. My orgasm taking me shortly.
“The things you make me do,” I let out panting.
London is gasping for air as well, and she looks so exhausted, it is the most I have done for so long, I can’t even think of a moment where this woman is not in my life.
I truly want to make her the queen of my kingdom, I want to hand her the fucking keys to the castle and worship at her feet.
“You have until Saturday evening, London. I really want to get married to you,” I tell her.
As London’s eyes widen so much that I think they will burst their sockets, she gapes.
“Fuck! Tell me you aren’t one of those girls who always wanted a fairytale wedding,” the words leave my lips before I can put a stop to them.
“Of course not. I am the one who always wanted more, Zane. But not a fairytale wedding. In fact, I just want my groom to come to the party because who would want a girl as broken as me?” she asks.
Our moment of intimacy is over now, and a wave of embarrassment fills her, causing her cheeks to turn pink quickly.
“Hush, London! You are nothing but broken. You hear that?” I let the words burn through as I stare at her.
She nods, pulling her skirt down to cover her body. London looks uncertain but I don’t give her a way out, I want a reply.
“Saturday then? I will make sure you have everything ready for then,” I say smiling at her.
“Can Micah be invited?” she asked her eyes trained on mine.
“Yes. He is your fucking family. And believe me, London, there is no more debt for you to pay on that account. Micah doesn’t owe me shit as well. I will let him know of that,” I explain brushing strands of hair from her head.
“Thank you. A wedding on Saturday evening is then. What are our plans after that?” she inquires, her eyes staring at me as if she were a hawk.
“What about a private Airbnb?” I ask the plan forming itself in my mind.
“Zane! Come on! Argh! Don’t you have to work? I mean, get a life moving on? You can’t just take me on a private vacation, besides, my hand wouldn’t be healed then,” she says trying to work her way out of it.
“No, honey, that is it. Unless you have a better location for an Airbnb in a private location, the mountains are where we are going. I have a place there and it is being stocked with provisions as I am talking to you now. I bet we will get your cast off by the time we are returning home,” I explain the plan to London.
The fun part is how this beautiful woman is staring at me right now as if I have the answers to the questions she wants me to reply to.
“Oh my God, Zane! This is going to be fiery. I don’t have a place in mine, but I heard Montana has good Airbnbs and the Mountain there. It is a breath of fresh air. I want that,” she explains.
I start laughing because if this isn’t a coincidence, my place is in Montana. I kiss her across the lips finishing dressing up.
“Let’s take you inside,” I tell her as I sweep her off the floor, bridal style. She would know I love and cherish her, this isn’t a joke, and I intend to make her know her.
**
Saturday Night.
I stand on the altar waiting for London to walk out to me. We are having a garden wedding. I let the wedding planner make London choose everything she wanted, and it was made possible.
It is a very private wedding, all the members of the Sicily family in the States are present and London is going to be introduced to them briefly after the wedding.
I have a blue suit on, and Reaper is standing beside me in a suit as well. My men are present. It is good to see all of them with beams on their faces.
Finally. We had signed the official papers earlier in the courtroom, and now, it is time for it to be publicly blessed. While Reaper had stood as my witness to the wedding, London had had Micah, stand for her.
At first, Micah’s fusing over the wedding had me think it would cause a problem, but after I had a word with him, and put a good check of two hundred thousand dollars in his pocket, we were on good terms.
As the sounds change to the wedding song, I have a real band playing the wedding sound.
I see Micah first, before London. She has a veil over her head, and her white gown fits her so perfectly.
A corset top that gives enough space for her to breathe, and the skirt overflows, is not enough to make her fall. The gold pair of heels accentuates the bouquet of flowers that she holds in her hands.
Blue and golden. They must be of the finest material because it is so rich.
The flash of pictures is a reminder that these memories are what will stay with us for as long as we live.
Micah hands London to me and takes his place beside her.
I release a sigh I didn’t know I was holding until now, it makes me feel weak, and also the thought of it makes me stronger than I could imagine.
“I love you,” I mouth as I take off her veil.
The priest blesses the marriage and at the end, we share our vows.
“You might kiss the bride,” the priest says calmly.
I don’t wait for another second, my lips are on London’s own, I use my tongue to find a way into her mouth as I suck her, wanting more.
I am a greedy bastard.
“Mine!” I say staring at her.
“Yours!” she replies sweetly.
“Yes!” I say.
There is a small party and we open the floor with dancing. I introduce London to my Sicily family, she is now a Vincenzo, and so will our kids be.
I feel so accomplished.
“I can’t believe that you went through with this plan,” she says forking a cake and putting it in her mouth.
I take the forkful of cake and chew it warmly. Then, she put the next round into her mouth.
Sweet. That is all London is before my eyes.
“Tell me, London, have I ever backed out from a promise or threat I ever made to you?” I ask her eyes staring at me as realization settles in.
“You always go through your plans, Daddy,” she says, mouthing the last words as she blushes profusely.
“Yes, Little girl, daddy always goes through those promises of his,” I mouth out softly, taking her by the lips.
She tastes like cake, and the rich chocolate flavor that burst through me just from tasting her is enough to take her away now.
“Our honeymoon starts tonight, baby, I have a private jet, and we catch the flight at ten p. m.,” I tell her.
When she doesn’t speak, I continue, “We will be home before noon,” I let her know.
This honeymoon is just for us to relax, it will be a lot of sex on steroids, she better be prepared because, after this, I bet her life won’t be the same.
I tab on her ring finger, reminding myself that I am married. I just gave this woman my last name, and it excites me, and as much as I want something more, especially in terms of branding, I have done so already.
My last name and my baby. They are all London’s own now. She is carrying a fucking Vincenzo in her womb, my first child. I would cherish them forever until there is nothing left of me to give them again.
The world would know that I am the king of my household, and there is a queen that does it with me, no capping.
“I love you, Zane! And I bet the mountains would be a small distraction to us. It has been a while since you punished your little girl,” she says, that bratty edge playing over her voice.
I burst out laughing, making a few heads turn towards our direction. London just focuses on her cake, eating it as if she didn’t just say the most awful thing to me.
“Daddy will be there to punish you, London, I promise you,” I say under my breath.