Step Bride:A Bad Boy Mob Romance

By: B. B. Hamel



“Nice car,” she said, smiling uncertainly.

“Can’t travel Vegas any other way,” I said.

“What are you, rich or something?”

I smiled suggestively at her. “Or something, yeah.”

She bit her lip. “Where are we going?”

“I’ll tell you,” I said, moving closer to her, “but you have to get inside first.”

“I don’t know. I don’t usually take rides from strangers.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’re used to riding,” I said. “In fact, you can show me exactly how you ride it.”

She shook her head. “I don’t know.”

“You can get out any time you want, but I think this will be fun.”

For a second, I thought she was going to say no. I could see it in her eyes. But suddenly her expression changed, hardened, and she nodded. “Okay. Let’s go.”

We climbed into the limo and I poured us some champagne. The driver rolled down the window.

“Sir?”

“Drive around for a bit.”

“Yes, sir.”

The divider went back up, and I looked at Natalie. “To you and me, Nat.” We clinked glasses.

“Okay, now, tell me where we’re going.”

“What’s Vegas best known for?” I asked her, sitting close.

“Sin,” she said, laughing.

I grinned at her. “Sure, sin. What else?”

“Hmm. Gambling. And quick marriages.”

“Did you gamble already tonight?”

She nodded. “Pacey did. She’s bad at it.”

“So you gambled.”

She nodded again. “Yeah.”

“How about you get married then?”

I watched the expression on her face change. “What do you mean?”

“Listen, sweetheart. In Vegas, marriage is quick and cheap. It doesn’t have to be for real, but I’ve never done it before. Have you?”

She laughed uncertainly. “Have I ever been married before?”

“Sure.”

“No, never married.”

I put my hand on her thigh, sipping my drink. “Let’s get married.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “No way. That’s crazy. Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.” I moved a little closer. “I’d love to see what you’re like on your wedding night.”

“We can’t get married. I don’t even know you.”

“You know my name. You know what I look like. What else do you need?”

She ran her finger around the rim of her glass. “I don’t know. What do you do for a living?”

“I run a few businesses.”

“Sounds shady.”

“It is.”

She laughed, not sure if I was joking. “Okay, but you don’t know anything about me, either.”

“I know enough. I know you were the sexiest girl in the club back there. I know you’re smart, honest, and I’m betting you’re wet as hell.”

“I am not wet,” she said quickly.

“Sure you’re not. I bet you’re also wondering if I’m totally crazy, and I’m telling you I’m not.”

“But why?” she said softly.

“Because I want a new experience, and you’re it.” I kissed her neck gently, and she let out a soft moan. “I want to experience you, Natalie.”

“I don’t know.”

My hands moved up her thigh. “I know.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck. “Why me?”

“The second I saw you, I knew I wanted you.”

I found her pussy, warm and wet. I knew she was practically begging for it, but I had no clue just how soaked she was going to be.

“Say yes,” I whispered as I gently rubbed her.

“I don’t know,” she moaned.

“Marry me, Natalie.”

She paused as I slipped my fingers down her panties and touched her clit, rubbing softly.

“Okay,” she said.

I kissed her hard on the lips, losing myself.





Chapter Three: Natalie





I woke up with a start.

For a second, I thought I was hungover. But I quickly realized that I hadn’t really drunk that much the night before. I looked around my hotel room and smiled at Pace’s snoring face.

And then what had happened came flooding back to me.

Lucas, the limo, the ceremony. He was mysterious and sexy and incredible. I couldn’t believe I did it, but it was beyond the most exciting night of my life.

And it started with his fingers on my clit, rubbing me in agonizingly incredible circles. He kissed me hard and I kissed him back, hungry, hungrier, as he pressed against me, his fingers working my pussy. I spread my legs wide for him, letting him take me, and I couldn’t believe it.

I couldn’t believe I was kissing a man like Lucas, letting him touch me, following his lead. As he pressed a finger deep inside me, I felt the sweet pleasure rock my spine. I kissed him hard as he worked me.

“This is just a taste, Natalie,” he whispered in my ear as he rubbed my clit. “This is just a little bit of what I want to make you feel.”

The pleasure was overwhelming. My pussy was soaked, had been ever since we’d started dancing. I didn’t want to say no, couldn’t say no. What he was suggesting was crazy though. Marry him? It couldn’t be real; it definitely couldn’t be.

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