🔥 The Wedding Night 🔥

An Exclusive Bonus Scene from Sin Bin

This scene takes place immediately after Tommy and Elena’s wedding, as they arrive at their honeymoon suite…

The honeymoon suite door had barely clicked shut before Tommy had her pressed against it.

“Finally,” he breathed against her neck, his hands already searching for the zipper hidden somewhere in the layers of her wedding dress. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been thinking about getting you out of this thing?”

Elena laughed, the sound dissolving into a gasp as his mouth found the sensitive spot below her ear. “We’ve been married for approximately six hours. That’s not very long.”

“Six hours of watching you smile and dance and be mine in front of three hundred people.” He found the zipper, drew it down slowly, savoring. “Six hours of thinking about this moment. About finally having you alone. About all the things I’ve been planning to do to you.”

“Planning?” Her fingers worked at his bow tie, tugging it loose. “That sounds very organized of you.”

“I learned from the best.” The dress loosened, and Tommy stepped back just enough to watch as it slid from her shoulders. Underneath, she was wearing white lace that made his mouth go dry—a delicate bra, matching panties, a garter belt that was absolutely going to be the death of him. “Jesus, Elena.”

“You like it?”

“I love it.” He traced a finger along the edge of her bra, watching goosebumps rise on her skin. “I love you. Have I mentioned that today?”

“Only about forty-seven times.”

“Not enough.” He cupped her face, tilting it up for a kiss that started soft and turned devastating. “I love you. I love that you’re my wife. I love that I get to spend the rest of my life showing you exactly how much.”

“Tommy…”

“And right now—” He lifted her, ignoring her surprised squeak, and carried her toward the bed. “—I’m going to show you what happens when you spend six hours looking like the most beautiful woman in the world while I couldn’t touch you properly.”

The suite was ridiculous—some five-star hotel in Hawaii that Tommy had insisted on even though Elena had protested about the expense. There were rose petals scattered across the king-sized bed, champagne chilling in an ice bucket, candles flickering on every surface. Romantic. Luxurious. Completely over the top.

Elena didn’t notice any of it.

She only noticed Tommy lowering her onto the bed, his eyes dark with want, his hands reverent as they traced over her body like she was something precious.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, pressing kisses down her collarbone. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Elena. My beautiful wife.”

“Tommy, please—”

“Please what?” He unclasped her bra with practiced ease, tossing it aside. “Tell me what you want.”

“You. I want you.”

“You have me.” He took one nipple into his mouth, and Elena arched off the bed with a cry. “You’ve always had me. From the moment you walked into that conference room with your binders and your attitude, you had me.”

“I—oh God—I didn’t have you then. I wanted to fire you then.”

“You couldn’t fire me. I was contracted through the organization.” He switched to the other breast, lavishing attention until she was writhing beneath him. “But you could have quit. You didn’t. You stayed. You saw something worth staying for.”

“I saw—” She gasped as his hand slid between her thighs, fingers tracing over the damp lace of her panties. “—a mess that needed fixing.”

“And now?”

“Now I see my husband.” She pulled him up for a kiss, pouring everything she couldn’t say into it. “My ridiculous, charming, wonderful husband who still can’t make coffee without setting off the smoke detector.”

Tommy laughed against her mouth. “Low blow, Mrs. Catalano.”

“Ricci-Catalano.”

“We’re still fighting about that?”

“Always.” She tugged at his shirt, which he somehow still had on. “Take this off. Take everything off. I want to feel you.”

He obliged, stripping with an efficiency that suggested he’d been waiting for this moment just as desperately as she had. When he finally settled over her—nothing between them but heat and want—Elena felt something crack open in her chest.

This is real, she thought. This is forever.

“Hey.” Tommy brushed hair from her face, his expression softening. “Where’d you go?”

“I’m here.” She traced his jaw, the stubble rough against her fingers. “I’m right here. Just… overwhelmed.”

“Good overwhelmed?”

“The best overwhelmed.” She pulled him down, kissing him deep. “Now stop being gentle and show me what you’ve been planning all day.”

His eyes darkened.

“Be careful what you wish for.”

The first time was fast—desperate and consuming, both of them too wound up for finesse. Tommy buried himself inside her with a groan that sounded like it had been ripped from his chest, and Elena wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, demanding more.

“Yes,” she gasped as he set a relentless pace. “Yes, Tommy, just like that—”

“So good.” His voice was ragged, barely controlled. “You feel so good, baby. My wife. My perfect, beautiful wife.”

She came with his name on her lips, and he followed seconds later, both of them shaking with the force of it.

Afterward, he pressed his forehead to hers, breathing hard.

“Round one,” he said with a grin that was all satisfied male. “Just getting started.”

“Oh God.”

“Is that a complaint?”

“That’s a ‘give me five minutes before you destroy me again.'”

“I’ll give you ten. I’m a generous husband.”

True to his word, he spent the next ten minutes trailing lazy kisses across her body, mapping every inch of skin like he was memorizing her. By the time his mouth reached her hip bone, Elena was squirming with renewed need.

“Tommy…”

“Shh.” He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. “I told you I had plans.”

“What plans?”

“Plans that involve making you come at least three more times before the sun comes up.”

“That’s—” She inhaled sharply as his mouth found her center, “—ambitious.”

“I’m a professional athlete.” His tongue traced a slow, devastating path. “Endurance is literally my job.”

Elena would have laughed if she’d been capable of coherent thought. But Tommy’s mouth was doing things that short-circuited her brain, his tongue working her with single-minded focus while his hands held her hips steady.

“Oh God,” she managed. “Oh God, Tommy, I’m going to—”

“Go ahead.” His voice was rough, commanding. “Come for me, Elena. Let me taste you.”

She shattered.

And he didn’t stop.

He worked her through the orgasm and into the next one, his tongue and fingers relentless until she was begging—for more, for mercy, for something she couldn’t name. Only when she was trembling and tear-streaked did he finally crawl back up her body, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

“That’s two,” he said.

“You’re trying to kill me.”

“I’m trying to worship you. There’s a difference.” He kissed her, and she tasted herself on his lips. “Now tell me something, wife.”

“What?”

“That contract you made me sign. The one with all the rules about our arrangement.” His hand slid between her thighs again, fingers teasing. “Do you still have it?”

“I—what?” She struggled to focus while he touched her. “No. I threw it away months ago.”

“Good. Because I’ve been thinking about writing a new one.”

“A new contract?”

“A new set of rules.” He slid one finger inside her, then two, setting a slow rhythm that made her arch toward him. “Rule one: I get to touch you whenever I want.”

“That seems—oh—one-sided.”

“Rule two: You get to touch me whenever you want. See? Fair.”

“Very democratic.”

“Rule three—” He curled his fingers, hitting the spot that made her see stars. “—you tell me exactly what feels good. No hiding. No pretending. Just honesty.”

“Tommy…”

“Rule four: I tell you I love you at least once a day. More if you’re being particularly stubborn.”

“I’m not stubborn.”

“You’re the most stubborn woman I’ve ever met.” He kissed her, soft and sweet. “I love it. I love you. I love everything about you, even the parts that drive me crazy.”

“Especially those parts?”

“Especially those parts.” He withdrew his fingers, positioning himself at her entrance. “Rule five: We do this forever. Every day. Every night. No exit strategies. No contingency plans. Just us.”

“Tommy…”

“Can you do that?” He held still, waiting. “Can you promise me forever?”

Elena looked up at him—this man who had crashed into her life and rearranged everything, who had seen past her walls and loved what he found, who made her believe that maybe some things were worth the risk.

“I already did,” she said. “About six hours ago. In front of three hundred witnesses and a priest.”

His smile was the sun coming out.

“Then let me show you what forever feels like.”

He pushed inside her slowly this time, savoring every inch, every gasp, every whispered confession that fell from her lips. They moved together in a rhythm that felt like breathing—like something they’d been doing their whole lives, like something they’d never stop doing.

“I love you,” Tommy said against her mouth. “I love you. I love you.”

“I love you too.” She wrapped her arms around him, holding on. “Forever.”

When she came this time, it was gentler—a wave instead of a crash, rolling through her body and leaving warmth in its wake. Tommy followed moments later, groaning her name like a prayer.

They lay tangled together in the aftermath, rose petals sticking to sweaty skin, the candles burning low.

“That was three,” Tommy said eventually.

“I think that one counted as two.”

“I’m counting conservatively. We still have all night.”

Elena laughed, burying her face in his chest. “I married a madman.”

“You married someone who loves you.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “You also married someone who fully intends to make love to you on every surface of this hotel room before we leave.”

“Every surface?”

“Every surface. The bed, obviously. The couch. That ridiculous bathtub. The balcony, if you’re feeling adventurous.”

“The balcony is visible from other rooms.”

“Then you’ll have to be quiet.” His grin was wicked. “Think you can manage that?”

“I think—” She kissed him, slow and deep. “—you underestimate my self-control.”

“And I think you underestimate my determination.”

She laughed again, feeling lighter than she had in her entire life.

This was her future. This beautiful, ridiculous man who looked at her like she’d hung the moon. This warmth, this laughter, this certainty that she was exactly where she was meant to be.

“Tommy?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being patient. For seeing past my walls. For loving me even when I didn’t know how to let you.” She traced patterns on his chest. “For making me believe that staying was possible.”

“Thank you.” His voice was rough with emotion. “For showing me that asking for help isn’t weakness. For making me believe I was worth saving. For staying even when I tried to push you away.”

“We’re a mess.”

“We’re our mess.” He kissed her forehead. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

They drifted into comfortable silence, bodies cooling, hearts settling.

“Hey, Elena?”

“Hmm?”

“You know what I was thinking about during the ceremony?”

“How badly you wanted to get me out of this dress?”

“Besides that.” He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her with an expression that made her breath catch. “I was thinking about Where the Wild Things Are.”

“The children’s book?”

“Yeah. The part where Max sails home and finds his supper waiting, still hot.” He traced her cheekbone with his thumb. “That’s what you are for me. Home. The place I always wanted to come back to. The person who kept the light on, even when I was being wild.”

Elena’s eyes stung.

“You’re such a romantic.”

“I learned from the best.” He kissed her, soft and sweet. “My crisis manager. My wife. My home.”

“Always,” she whispered. “Forever.”

And when he pulled her close, she finally understood what it meant to stop running.

Some things were worth the risk.

Some people were worth staying for.

And sometimes, if you were very lucky, the wild rumpus led you exactly where you were meant to be.

Hours later, they finally made it to the bathtub.

And then the balcony.

Elena was not, as it turned out, particularly quiet.

Tommy considered it a victory.

~ The End ~

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