Prologue

"On your knees,Princess. Open that pretty mouth for me."

Beauty shouldn't be this intoxicating. Yet every time I look at Rosie I become more and more addicted to her. Addicted to her face. Her body. But most of all her feistiness.

"You're a fucking asshole, Gian." She snarls at me but drops to her knees anyway. Her eyes shine with anger but her hands are soft as they trail up my thighs and grip my sides.

If she thought this was going to be soft I'm about to break her little heart. I rarely do anything soft. Only when she deserves it. Only when she's been a good girl.

My hands tighten in her long soft hair and I pull back hard so she has to look up at me. "You know what you did. Tell me."

"I didn't do anything. He was looking at me." She shrugged one of her shoulders.

"He was looking. Of course, he'd look. You're too beautiful for your own good Rosie. Too beautiful to be left on your own for even a second before the wolves descend." Slowly I drag my hand from her hair until I swipe my thumb over her full lips, mussing the soft pink lip gloss she's wearing. "I think you just like to see me get riled up. You released this beast inside of me, now take care of him."

"And if I don't?" She whispers even as she's already reaching for my belt buckle.

I smirk down at her. Rosie knows only too well that denying me only makes me take her that much harder. "Don't tease me with a good time, Princess."

Slowly, she darts her tongue out over her lips and wets them. I shove my pants the rest of the way down and she grabs hold of my cock. The head dark and dripping pre-cum. My breathing picks up as she leans forward and licks up one side of it.

"Damn it. Rosie." I groan and steel myself for what's about to come. The blistering pleasure I know awaits me at the back of her throat.

No matter how many times she's taken me in her mouth, every time seems to be better than the last.

I push my hand back up to her hair and tighten my grasp as she opens her mouth wide and sucks me in.

My hips thrust on their own as I try to get deeper. The sound of her gagging thrills me. In the back of my mind, I know if I push in just a little more that sound will disappear altogether. Nothing like a fat cock down her throat to keep her from breathing.

She swirls her tongue around the head before she bobs her head back down and my eyes roll back.

"So fucking good. It's always so fucking good." I grit before looking back down at her. Her dark eyes stare up at me. Tears well up along her lash line. I push in deeper just so I can watch them fall down her cheeks.

The asshole outside might have flirted with her but no one gets to see my woman at her most gorgeous.

Her hair messed up, tears streaming down her face and those perfect lips wrapped around my cock.

I've been with Rosie since high school. I was her first and I'll be her only. I'd bet everything I own that no one would ever be able to take her from me. Still, I do like to remind her from time to time that she belongs to me.

She may pretend that she hates how possessive I am but truly she loves it. I know she does.

The tingle of my release starts at the base of my back before it slingshots up my spine and causes the hairs on my neck to stand on end. My muscles contract and my movements become rushed. I'm so fucking close. Right there…. right…

The shock of cool air ruins my impending orgasm as Rosie yanks her head away from me and gets up from her knees.

"Who the fuck told you I was done?" I snarl and reach forward trying to grab hold of her.

She pulls away quickly and looks at me over her shoulder. "The right question is who the fuck told you I was going to get you off. You embarrassed the hell out of me in the store. You don't deserve shit from me." She turns on her heel and walks further into the room.

My girl is in rare form today. She's pushing her limits. My limit.

That's okay, I've got something for her.

Taking three large steps I move up behind her and wrap my large hand around her neck before pulling her back against my chest.

"Rosie, all that fighting is going to get you hurt. Have you walking funny for a few days. I don't have the time to show you exactly what it is that I deserve. But I can show you what you get for disobeying me." I drop one hand to her waist and shove it beneath the waistband.

Curling my fingers when I get to her mound, I part her folds and suck in a satisfied breath when I find her soaking wet. The pants are too constricting. I want to feel all of her.

Not taking any time to be careful, I push her pants down with my one hand before I lift my foot and push them down the rest of the way and kick them off to the side.

Bringing my hand back up between her legs, I dip my two middle fingers into her pussy and fuck her hard. Just the way I know she likes. She grabs at the hand around her neck, small squeaks of panic and need float through the air as I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her.

I'm holding her up, her toes barely touching the floor. She's got nowhere to hide. Nowhere to run. Before I'm through with her, all that attitude will be gone.

"This what you wanted, Rosie? Tell me what you want, Princess, and I might give it to you." I whisper in her ear but don't move my hand from her neck. A high-pitched keen escapes her throat but I can barely hear her words.

"I don't hear you," I growl but continue to push her to the edge. Her thighs shake from being stretched out and from the orgasm she's about to have. "Nothing?" I continue, playing the game better than her.

Her core clutches at my fingers but before she can finish I shove her forward, leaving her empty and heaving in breaths.

"You bastard! Let me come!" Rosie's face is red with frustration as she rolls onto her back and squeezes her legs together.

Slowly, I walk over to her, pull my shirt off, and look down at her. "Tell me what I want to hear, and then I'll let you come."

She clenches her jaw, but there's a slight tick at the corner of her mouth. She's trying not to smile. Trying to play like she's still angry with me. That's okay. I always win this game.

Wild sex. Mad sex. Happy sex.

Anytime I'm fucking Rosie, I win.

"I'm your dirty princess. All yours, Gian." She gives in. A little too quick for my tastes.

"Be a good girl and say it like you mean it this time." Using my foot, I kick her legs apart. Her pussy is glistening wet. Whether she does what I want or not, I'm not going to be able to hold out much longer.

I want her. Bad enough that I'm not thinking straight.

She lifts her chin and glares at me for a moment. My girl knows how to press all my fucking buttons. I grab hold of my shaft and pump once just to stifle my urge. "Say it!"

"I'm all yours, Gian. Now come fuck me." She opens her legs wider and leans back on her elbows.

Those filthy words shouldn't be coming out of such a sweet mouth but I fucking love it.

A deep growl rumbles in my chest and I nearly tackle her back onto the bed. I kick my pants the rest of the way off and yank off her shirt before I slam home inside of her.

If I were an emotional man I'd cry because of how good she feels.

It doesn't take her long before she's clawing at me and coming hard around me.

How I wish I could have her come dribbling down my chin right now. But I can't. Not today. I'm too far gone to stop. I switch positions as many times as I can to keep myself from coming but even that tactic only allows me to hold off for so long.

"Rosie, look how good you take me. How perfectly your tight cunt pulls me in." Stars explode around me and every inch of my skin sizzles with my release.

I groan her name as I pump one final time inside of her and explode like a volcano.

She hums, pleased and blissed out before she rolls over and lays her head on my chest.

"You know no one could ever take me away from you right?" She asks without looking up at me.

I kiss the top of her head and pull her closer against me.

There's no question in my mind that no one could take her away from me. She's always been mine.

Exhaustion settles into my body and I close my eyes ready for a little downtime.

My father and my siblings are supposed to come over today so he can announce who is to be married to the Caprini girl. I almost feel bad for Vitto. I tried to warn him something like this would happen but he's always been more than happy to operate on his own.

Being part of the Bianucci family means having to sacrifice. No one in the family knows more about sacrificing than me.

I've given up more of my life than I care to think about, there's nothing more I can give.

Sleep takes me swiftly and I fall into the lure of contentment.

I thought I was ready for my father's decree. Ready to support his decision to take another of my brother's lives out of their own hands. I wasn't expecting to be called on to sacrifice again.