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ARIAI woke to sunlight streaming through the windows and Paige shaking my shoulder.“Rise and shine, Mrs. Ashford-to-be! You’re getting married in six hours.”Six hours.The reality hits me like a physical blow. In six hours, I’ll be walking down the aisle, saying my vows, and becoming Dante’s wife.For real this time. Not just on paper, but in my heart.“I think I’m going to be sick,” I mumble.“You’re not allowed to be sick. I’ve already called hair and makeup. They’ll be here in forty-five minutes.” Paige sits on the bed, studying me. “You look like you didn’t sleep.”“I didn’t. Not much anyway.”“Bad dreams?”“Good ones, actually.” I think about Dante in my room last night, the desperate intensity of what we shared. “Too good.”Paige’s eyes narrowed. “Did he come here last night?”“I’m not answering that.”“Oh my God, he totally did! Aria Sinclair, you broke tradition! Bad luck!”“We’ve been breaking tradition since the moment we met. What’s one more?” I sat up, pushing hair out

DANTEThe reception is a blur of toasts and dancing and well-wishes. Paige, Aria’s friend, gives a speech that makes half the room cry. Liam’s toast is embarrassingly sentimental for someone who claims to be cynical about love.But through it all, I’m acutely aware of Aria beside me. My wife. The woman who just publicly married me and from now on is legally mine.“Dance with me,” I murmur when there’s finally a lull.“We already did our first dance.”“Dance with me anyway.”On the floor, I pull her close, and we sway to music that I’m not really hearing.“Happy?” I ask.“Deliriously.” She rests her head on my chest. “You?”“More than I thought possible.” I kiss the top of her head. “Although I noticed Vivienne watching from the doorway during the ceremony.”Aria tenses slightly. “I saw her too.”“Want me to have Viktor remove her?”“No. Let her watch. Let her see what she lost.” Aria looks up at me. “She tried to destroy me, and instead she gave me you. That’s the best revenge I could

DANTEI crank it up a notch, using it to circle her swollen nub while my fingers pump inside her, stretching, scissoring, and preparing her. She thrashes, the ties biting into her wrists, her moans turning into desperate sobs.“Come for me,” I demand, sucking at her clit alongside the vibrations. “Soak my face like the filthy bride you are. Show your husband how much you love being tied and toyed with.”She shatters immediately, screaming my name, with her pussy clenching around my fingers in violent spasms, releasing a hot and messy squirt all over my chin and chest. My senses are overloaded, with her taste flooding my mouth, the vibrator’s humming against my lips, and her body convulsing... this has me grinding my cock against the mattress for relief.But I’m not done. I want her to be a quivering mess. I must teach her what it means to be an ‘Ashford’s Bride.’I toss the vibrator that is still slick with her aside and grab the dildo from the drawer—it is thick, veined, and vibratin

DANTEOur day one on the island begins with the sun barely cresting the horizon, painting the sky in soft pinks and golds.We step out of the villa hand in hand, both of us naked except for the thin layer of sunscreen I rubbed into her skin myself… slow, deliberate strokes that had her squirming and wet before we even left the bedroom.The beach is empty, pristine, and all ours.The sand is cool under our feet at first, warming quickly as we walk toward the water. Aria’s body glows in the early light… Her curves I’ve memorized but still can’t get enough of, nipples tight from the breeze, the faint red marks on her wrists from last night’s ties already fading.She laughs when a wave licks her toes, the sound bright and free in a way I’ve rarely heard from her before. I watch her run ahead, splashing into the shallows, water glistening on her thighs, her ass, and her back. My cock hardens instantly.I follow her in.The water is warm and crystal clear, lapping gently at our waists. She

ARIA I step closer, letting the robe slip off my shoulders entirely. “Then take it,” I whispered. “Take me. However, you need.”“I’m wound too tight, Aria,” he warns, voice rough. “I don’t want to hurt you.”“You won’t.” I stepped closer, pressing my naked body to his. “Take me. Use me. I want to feel you let go.” Something dark and relieved flashes in his eyes. He moves fast.One moment I’m standing; the next I’m over his shoulder, the world tilting as he carries me inside to the master bedroom. The air is cooler here, ceiling fans turning lazily, sheer curtains billowing in the breeze. He throws me onto the bed...gently enough not to hurt, firm enough to make my breath catch.“Stay,” he orders, voice rough.