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His hips went faster, and I cried out. “I would doanythingfor you,” he said, and it sounded so much like a promise. And a threat. And I was going to comesohard. “Give it to me,” he commanded. “I can feel you squeezing down on me. Come on my cock,dolcezza.”

I did, flung into the kind of pleasure that bordered on pain. On a feeling so good that it made your heart skip a beat and tightened your lungs. Lorenzo groaned as he followed me over the edge, and I felt it when he filled me.

“Don’t move,” I said before he could pull away. “Don’t leave me, not yet.”

Lorenzo kissed my shoulder and adjusted just enough that we could lay tangled up in each other. His hand cupped my belly, and he jerked when the baby fluttered beneath his touch. “What the?”

I grinned and put my hand over his, guiding him where I felt movement. From the look on his face, I could tell he was feeling it now. “Say hi to Daddy, baby,” I murmured.

Lorenzo took a shuddering breath, and I watched as the pregnancy became real to him for the first time. He had been worried over it because of me, but I watched as he realized that there was an actual baby growing inside my belly. I felt him slip away from me, and while I mourned the loss, watching him as he lowered himself so that he was eye-level with my baby bump mattered more. He pressed his lips against the spot where he first felt the movement, soft and reverent. “Hi, baby,” he said. “It’s Daddy.”

More flutters, and I giggled wetly, tears brimming. “He likes your voice.”

Lorenzo met my eyes. “He?”

I shrugged. “It’s just a guess.” I carded my fingers through his hair. “We’re going to need some name options.”

He hummed and kissed my belly again. “I’ll think about it.”

CHAPTER 32

Lorenzo

“What do you mean I have to quit my job?”

Don’t hit the traumatized woman; Isabella will never forgive you. I thought Isabella was a brat, she had nothing on her little sister. But when Isabella was mouthy, it made my cock hard. Over the last few days, listening to Gemma bitch and moan, I was constantly on edge.

It didn’t help that Gemma had glommed onto Isabella and barely allowed her older sister out of her sight. This was the first morning that she had joined us for breakfast in the dining room, instead of keeping Isabella all to herself in the blue room, and from the moment she’d stepped into the room, I wished that she had stayed upstairs.

“You can do it, or I can send someone to quit for you,” I told her as patiently as I could manage. “But I can’t allow you to traipse back and forth to a job more than an hour away.”

Gemma’s face screwed up in such a way that it reminded me of a toddler on the edge of a tantrum. She probably would have started to scream if Isabella hadn’t reached over and put her hand over her sister’s, patting it comfortingly. “It’s for your own safety,” Isabella said gently. “Santino is still out there, and until Lorenzo is able to find him, it’s better if you stay here.”

Gemma’s expression was as sour as ever, but she didn’t pitch a fit. “I’ll text my manager and let her know that I have to go on leave,” she said, as if she was being magnanimous.

“Quit,” I reiterated. “Santino knows where you work. You can’t go back there again.” I didn’t add, “while he’s still alive” even though I had every intention of shooting thatstronzothe moment he came into my sight.

Isabella’s hand gripped her sister’s. “He’s right,” she said.

Gemma wrenched away from Isabella, staring at her older sister as if she’d slapped her. “How could you say that?” she demanded.

“Because I agree with him,” she said with a shrug. “You saw what Santino is capable of.” Gemma jerked like they’d struck her. “I want to keep you as far from that as I can, and doing what Lorenzo says is the best way to do that.”

With a pout, Gemma left the table, practically shoving Amalia out of the way as she went. Amalia stared after her, mouth agape for a moment, before she turned back to us. “Still?” she asked.

Isabella sighed and rubbed at her temples. “Every time I think she’s starting to do better, she throws a fit, and we’re back to square one.” She rested her chin on her hand. “Maybe I’m pushing her too hard. It’s only been a week.”

“The faster she accepts what’s happened, the easier things will be on her,” I said.

Isabella cut her eyes in my direction. “I know.”

“Tonight, you’re back in our bed,” I said and stood.

“Lorenzo—”

I held up a finger, stopping whatever argument she was about to come up with. “I’ve given her time to adjust,” I said. “She can mourn for however long she needs to, but you’re coming back to our room.”

Isabella stood, and I pulled her in for a kiss. “Okay,” she said against my mouth. “I’ll tell her.”

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