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“I thought that meant giving up school,” she said. “I thought I would have to give up my dream of becoming a proper RN. Not that I would have to cut Gemma from my life.”

“Wouldn’t it be selfish of you to keep her in your life?” I countered. “What if someone comes after her because they realize that she’s your weakness? I can’t send my men with her toher classes or to the café. To properly protect her, I would have to bring her here and turn her world upside down completely.”

Her frown deepened. “I don’t want that for her.” Her eyes grew wet, but she rubbed at them before any tears fell. “Damn you,” she murmured to me, voice thick with emotion. “You’ve stolen me from my entire life.”

I wouldn’t apologize for that. Not for a second did I regret dragging Isabella into my world, and I wasn’t ever going to let her go. I brought her hand to my mouth, brushed her knuckles with my lips. “You’re mine,dolcezza.”

She whimpered now, and then she was shoving me against the back of the couch and slinging her leg over my lap. “Damn you,” she cursed at me again before she crashed her mouth into mine. “If I’m yours, make me feel good,” she demanded between biting kisses. I tasted copper and couldn’t tell if she had cut her own lip or bitten a hole in mine. “Make it so that I only remember what I’m gaining here, not what I’m losing.”

With a groan, I stood and turned us around. “Hold onto the back of the couch and spread your legs.”

Isabella, shaking, knelt backwards on the couch. I pushed her pants down to her knees. I reached between her thighs and brushed over her pussy, teasing her clit just enough to make her moan softly.

“You have to be quiet,” I murmured against her throat, even as I sank the tip of my finger inside of her. She wasn’t dripping just yet, but I knew she would be soon. It never took her body long to get ready for me. “What if someone heard you? We aren’t in our bedroom,dolcezza.”

Isabella clamped her lip between her teeth, shivering, but I grinned because I could feel her getting wetter. I fucked her with one finger, and then, added a second, pushing and gliding against her sensitive walls.

“Enough,” she begged. “Put it in already.” I teased her with the tip of a third finger, but she practically hissed as she reached back and cupped my cock through my jeans. “Fuck me,” she commanded, no longer the squirming, embarrassed woman from a few nights ago. This was my savagely beautiful girl who knew how to get what she wanted.

Ilivedto remind her of her place…but that was for another time. For now, I would give her exactly what she wanted. I continued to fuck her with my fingers, curling into that spot that made her muscles clench around me, as I unzipped my jeans with the other hand. Once I got my cock free, I pressed Isabella more into the back of the couch so that I had a better angle to slide inside of her.

“Oh!” Isabella moaned as I bullied my way in. She reached back and wrapped an arm around my neck, holding me against her as we rocked together. “Faster,” she pleaded, shoving her hips back against mine.

I grabbed her by the waist and slowed her down. “No. Like this,” I said, low and just for her ears. “I want you to feel it every time I push inside you.”

“I do,” she sobbed out, trying to keep her voice down and failing spectacularly. “I feel it.Pleasefuck me.”

I didn’t speed up, but I put more force behind every thrust, and it let loose a babble of praises and pleads from Isabella. “You were made for this,” I panted and reached around to thumb overher clit. She wailed before slapping her hands over her mouth. “You’re so receptive to every little touch.” I bit the back of her neck, just the gentle setting of teeth into her skin, and Isabella cried out again.

Her body was starting to tense beneath my touch, and she tried, once again, to shove herself back at me, to force me to speed up. Instead of fucking into her faster, I quickened my touch on her clit. That tipped her, screaming, over the edge, and the sudden vice grip around my cock set me off as well. I grunted against the back of her neck as I pumped my hips against her.

Once we had both settled, I slid out of her. She slumped back into my arms, looking up at me with a dazed expression. “I can make you happy,dolcezza,” I promised, kissing her.

She didn’t reply, but when I pulled away, she yanked me back down again. “Again,” she pleaded. “Do it again.”

I kissed her again. “Let’s go upstairs,” I told her. “I can take a long lunch break today.”

CHAPTER 15

Isabella

“What in the world were you thinking?” I was staring at the dresses that Amalia had arranged to be brought in for me.

Amalia frowned as she looked over her selections. They were beautiful, to be sure, but in most of them, I would either show off my scars because of cut-outs, or the material had no give for my baby bump. I would be totally on display in one form or fashion. “What’s wrong with them?”

“I can’t wear something like that,” I said. Lorenzo had impressed upon me the need for tonight to go well: it was my first introduction to the rest of the Cosa Nostra, and it was a meeting that he wasn’t normally a part of. We had to be on our best behavior, so to speak.

“Why not? You’ll look gorgeous in any of these.”

I wouldnot. “I’ll either look like Frankenstein’s monster, or I’ll look like a slut who got pregnant before marriage.” I narrowed my eyes at her. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you said aboutall of the gossiping old biddies, and they’ll all be here in a few hours.”

Amalia smiled sympathetically. “I’ll be with you the whole time,” she promised. “I’ll introduce to you to all of my friends; it’ll be fine.”

I sometimes forgot that she was only a year older than me. I looked up to her so much that I got it into my head that she must be this older font of knowledge. The idea of her introducing me to her friends was a terrifying one…but it was nice too. It had been a long time since I had a group of friends, and now that the future of my relationship with my sister was uncertain, maybe it would be a good thing to immerse myself in the world that I had chosen to stay in.

“Thank you,” I told her. “But that doesn’t solve my dress dilemma.”

“What dilemma?” Lorenzo came into the room dressed in a mouth-watering suit that emphasized the wideness of his shoulders.

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