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“I fucking knew this would happen,” Nicco says, a wide smile breaking free on his face. “Fashion is in your blood. You deserve to do something you love andwantto do with your life.”

“I know, I just never thought twice about it. I kind of came to terms with something after you left,” I utter, staring down at his chest. “I knew what my role in life was going to be. It’s what I was born into. Get married off to someone and have children. There wasn’t much space in there for dreams when I had zero control over who I would end up with.”

I stare at the fine hairs on Nicco’s chest, weaving my fingers in and out of them before saying, “And I didn’t care. When you left, my dreams left with you.”

I nearly choke out the words as the memory hits me. I always thought Nicco’s dad would eventually come around and be fine with us dating. Maybe even one day make a deal with my dad that would allow us to get married. So when Nicco left me, I gave up in a sense. I knew whomever I married would only be because I had to. I would become the Mafia wife expected of me. But now that Nicco’s back in my life, my dreams have suddenly reemerged, and I have a chance to make them a reality.

I rest my palm against Nicco’s sculpted chest. His heart is racing a mile a minute.

“I-I’m so sorry, Isabella,” he says, causing me to drag my gaze up to his, the guilt in his eyes nearly consuming them whole. “My intention was never for you to give up on your dreams. I would never want that for you.”

“No, I know, Nicco. I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant…”What did I mean?

“I promise, I will always be there to support you. I’ll be the one who lifts you up when you’re feeling down. The one who’ll never let you give up on yourself. I know you’re going to go far. You and Liana are going to take that bridal industry by storm, and I’ll be there right next to you, cheering you on until the day I take my last fucking breath.”

“I know you will be, Nicco, and I’m so lucky to have you. I couldn’t imagine having anyone else by me while I embark on this new journey.”

“So, then that’s it? You’ve made your decision?”

I smile up at him. “Yeah. I think I have.”

“Say it, baby. Say the words out loud, and make it official.”

“I’m going to do it, Nicco. I’m going to be a bridal fashion designer.”

Nicco brings his mouth to mine, kissing me with so much fervor I nearly get drowsy from the intoxication of it. He presses into me, rolling me onto my back, and hovers over me.

I wrap my hands around his neck and run my fingers in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer.

“I need you, Isabella. I need every single part of you.”

“Take every single part of me, Nicco. It’s all yours. It always has been.”

Even though I’m sensitive and sore from the past few days we’ve spent together, the desperate need to feel Nicco inside of me again supersedes that feeling.

“Look at these pretty tits of yours. I could get fucking lost in them forever, Isabella,” Nicco groans out, rubbing my taut nipples between his fingers.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but they were always a favorite of yours, weren’t they?” I say, knowing he’ll know exactly what I’m referring to.

Nicco snaps his gaze up to mine, and I give him a knowing look. “Play with them. Show me just how much you’ve missed them.” A smile pulls at the corner of his lips, and I add, “They’re yours to use however you’d like.”

With lust-filled excitement in his eyes, Nicco rearranges himself on the bed, climbing on top of me so he’s straddling my stomach. His hardened length rests between my breasts, and the weight of him gets me excited for what’s to come.

“You know what to do, baby. Spit on it. Make a mess of my cock just like you did last night with your pussy.”

I do exactly as I’m told, lubing up his cock with my saliva. Pushing my boobs together, I cradle his dick between them. Nicco slowly slides back and forth, getting acquainted with the feeling.

“Fuck, Isabella,” he says, peering down at me. “If only you could see how pretty your tits look squeezing my cock.”

“Give it to me, Nicco. Show me who owns them.”

Nicco grunts out a response and picks up his pace, placing his hands on the headboard for support.

I peer down and watch while he uses my breasts the way he wants. The way heneeds.

His movements pick up, and I can tell the self-lubrication will wear off soon, so I spit on him a few more times. The natural rawness of it all has Nicco thrusting even harder and gripping onto the headboard like it’s his last saving grace. From this angle, he looks as if he could tear right through it.

Watching Nicco slide in and out between my breasts has me so turned on that I need some stimulation. Anything that can help alleviate the throbbing sensation between my legs.

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