Page 85 of Brutal Vows

“What?” she asks.

None of the words forming in my mind are remotely appropriate, so I relay exactly what I think about her giving commands by imagining all the filthy things I want to do to her as I study her lips. A blush rises from her cleavage to her cheeks.

She slips her hands under my collar and digs her nails into my shoulders.

“Don’t you have things you need to do before we get to that?” she suggests.

With more gravel in my voice than usual, I instruct the soldiers to clean up the mess, scrub the surveillance tapes, bribe the desk clerk, and drive Livia to a specific location before grabbing Loretta by the ass and lifting her off her feet.

“We’ll be in her apartment for the time being. Do not interrupt unless it’s an emergency,” I snarl.

She sinks her nails deeper into my shoulders but doesn’t argue as I carry her through the gauntlet of men and across the hall to her door. As she searches my pockets for my keycard, I call the boss and update him.

Nico agrees to allow Loretta full rein over Livia’s interrogation and tells me to get her whatever supplies she needs.

“Once we have a little more information, we’ll pass it on to Giorgio so Aurora can do her thing,” he says.

Giorgio, Serenity’s brother, married one of the best hackers in the world. With a name and a few details, she can track anyone through the digital age. It’s slightly terrifying.

“Got it, boss. Anything else?” I ask.

He ends the call as I kick the door shut with my heel.

I lower Loretta’s feet to the floor and bite back a groan as her breasts pillow against my stomach.

“Is this a routine sort of day, or—?”

My cock hardens impossibly further.

She doesn’t mean the death and emotional turmoil across the hall. She’s challenging me.

The first time I invaded her sanctuary, I demanded she act like I wasn’t there.

She did.

Fuck, just the memory of her pulling off her clothes as she prowled away from me tests my control. I untie her braid and work the strands loose.

“Fuck yes, it is. Give me everything,gattina.”

Her smile adds a glimmer to her pale green eyes.

“Of course, Ermanno. Always.”

I groan and take her mouth in a scorching kiss.

Loretta Mancini took my last name, earned my devotion, stole my heart, and won over my family in less than two weeks.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

She’s mine. I’m hers.

Forever.

Epilogue

Loretta Mancini

I study my palmsand second guess exiting the elevator.

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