Page 72 of His Tesoro

Heat flared in her eyes.

“What are you going to do about it?”

My cock twitched as it hardened and I groaned, pressing my forehead to her shoulder. I nipped at her skin. “I just might have to punish you.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck, her hand cupping the back of my head. “Maybe I would like that.”

I cursed and forced myself to push away from her. “Stop distracting me,” I bit out, turning to the tub.

The sound of her laughter followed me as I poured in the bath oil.

I settled her in the bath first and then got in behind her.

“Are you comfortable, tesoro?”

“Yes,” she said with a sigh, snuggling back into my chest.

I ran my hands down her front, lingering on her breasts before cupping her pussy. She whimpered and I leaned in to kiss her cheek. “How sore are you?”

“Umm…”

“Be honest,” I said, tweaking her nipple.

She huffed and pinched my leg. “Fine. I’m very sore because of your big dick. Happy?”

I snorted. “Fuck, you’re cute. But no, baby, I’m not happy that you’re hurting.”

“I guess you’ll just have to take care of me, then.”

I placed another kiss on her cheek, gently collaring her throat with my hand. “I guess so.”

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MATTEO

Nothing could have pulled me away from Sofiya except for the promise of destroying those responsible for the attack on her. She’d been sleepy after the bath and I’d tucked her into bed with a body pillow between her legs and heating pads wrapped around her. She fell asleep quickly, and I stared at her for too long, hating the thought of leaving her.

But I had a traitor to find and kill.

I texted Romeo to come up to the apartment and he slipped in a few minutes later. I didn’t want to leave in case Sofiya woke up and needed me.

“Tell me you’ve tracked down the bastard that got away,” I said.

His grimace told me everything, and the rage I’d suppressed for Sofiya’s sake hit me full-force.

“How did they know where she was? Arben has to be behind it, which means he is after my fucking wife.” My voice grew louder until I was almost shouting. Romeo’s eyes widened at my outburst.

I glanced back toward our bedroom, worried I’d woken her. When I didn’t hear anything, I sat down on the couch, weariness seeping into my bones.

“How is she?” Romeo asked.

I swallowed hard. “She’s okay.” This time. But what if it happened again and I couldn’t get to her in time?

The dog popped his head up from his bed in the living room and came over to me, nudging my hand. I begrudgingly patted his head. Sofiya had fussed over him all evening, saying he deserved extra treats after his trauma. At her request, I’d made him scrambled eggs.

I sighed. “I can’t believe Bianchi was the traitor. Or at least, that he was working alone.”

“I agree, but I can’t figure out who it would be.” Romeo sat beside me. “We could have Franco investigate our own ranks, in addition to setting up the decoy runs.”

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