Arabella

Marco’s arms were warm around me, but I couldn’t relax. My whole body was rigid. My heart hammered loudly in my chest.

I tried not to think about it. I really did. But my mind wouldn’t stop playing that moment on loop—Six’s hand brushing my thigh, his mouth kissing me all over, and later… the way he’d slipped my underwear into his pocket like it belonged to him. Like I did. He said I was his.

Heat rushed to my cheeks.

Marco chuckled above me. “You don’t have to be shy around me, mi amore,” he said, lifting my chin with his finger. “You’re going to be my wife.”...