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I kiss her, deeply and possessively, wanting to make hersee how twisted up I am over her and she moans, her fingers tugging my arm andmy back. When I pull back to gaze down at her pretty face, she shivers, and Isuddenly remember my gift, relieved to have another way of showing her I care.I reach for the bag, finding her staring at my half-hard dick with fascination.I get the feeling she’s had no experience of a man’s body before mine.

“I got you something,” I say, pulling out the robe. Shesmiles and reaches for it, bringing the soft fabric to her chest and pressingher chin into it.

She smiles shyly. “This is perfect, thank you.”

I help her push her arms into the sleeves, but sheleaves it untied, her body still bared for my touch, and I gather her into myarms, holding her close, kissing her softly, wanting to make the moments aftersomething she’ll remember. Because as much as I want to keep her, I know whatthe world is like.

The people we love who we wish could be with us forevercan be taken from us when we least expect it.

27

LUCA

WHAT IT MEANS TO BE OURS

Antonio and Aemelia don’t appear untilmidnight is closing in, and Alexis and I are half asleep on the couch.Antonio’s pants are half undone, and Aemelia is wrapped in the thick, plushrobe he bought her which swallows her small frame. Her cheeks are flushed, herlips swollen, and Antonio… he looks different. More at ease than I’ve seen himin years. The sharp edges of his face are smoothed by a rare, satisfied smilethat’s shaved years off him.

“You almost took off the roof,” Alexis murmurssleepily, holding up his thumb in approval.

“No sex talk,” Antonio says, shooting him awarning look that’s only fifty percent menacing. “You’ll embarrass the girl.”

“Nothing to be embarrassed about.” Alexis rubshis face, swiping away the last traces of sleep before straightening. “Nicerobe. Antonio fingered a lot of them before he found the perfect one.”

I shake my head at my brother's comment,catching the double meaning, hoping Aemelia doesn’t. When I glance at her,she’s smiling with a softness to her expression that makes my chest tighten.It’s like nothing can touch her after Antonio’s performance: a bride on thefirst glorious day of her honeymoon. If I said I wasn’t jealous, I’d be a liar.With all this drama, my only companion has been my right hand, and thoughexperienced, he’s lacking in many departments.

“So, what are you doing down here?” I ask, myvoice gravelly. If I’d been in Antonio’s shoes, I’d be upstairs, makingAemelia’s legs shake, taking the roof off again and again. She’s lucky it wasAntonio for her first time.

“Hunting for snacks.”

Ah, she’s hungry. I’ll forgive him. “We leftplenty in the kitchen.” I wave in the general direction, and he nods, steeringAemelia with his hand on her lower back, an intimate gesture that speaksvolumes. They whisper between themselves, her laugh a soft, happy sound thatwraps around me like silk. I shut my eyes for a second, remembering the brushof her lips over mine, the way she’d curled up against me when she slept.

She wanted to kiss me. Maybe she’ll want more.

I still want Carlo’s head on a stick but maybethis is the way he repays us until then.

I watch Antonio as he helps to plate up asnack, his gaze wide and full of hope. He seems so relaxed that it’s hard toreconcile that he’s the same man. He watches her like she's a dream he neverthought he’d touch. Our mother has been like a stuck record with her views onmarriage.You need a woman in your life,Luca. A woman to make you happy.But how do you find a woman when your lifeis dedicated to everything but love?

By buying her and taking her captive?It’s not exactly the start of an epicromance, and yet…

Antonio isn’t just interested in Aemelia for aplace to stick his dick. He’s finding a way out of the darkness that consumesus. Redemption. He’s falling in love.

Alexis, too, watches her with fascinationrather than hunger. We’ve never had a shortage of female company, but no womanhas ever made my brothers look at her like she’s something more than a warmbody.

Antonio lifts a sweet pastry to Aemelia’slips, and she takes a bite. Her moan is soft, pleased, but it still makes mycock twitch because it’s impossible not to remember the sounds that werecarried from upstairs earlier.

Patience, I remind myself. My turn isn’t coming tonight.

“We should leave here tomorrow,” I tellAlexis, leaning in so Aemelia and Antonio won’t overhear the rest. “With Carlouninterested in our threats, there’s no risk in taking her back to morecomfortable surroundings. Sleeping on a mattress in one room won’t show herwhat life could be like if she decides to stay with us. This kind of life mightbe what she’s used to, but we could give her so much more.”

“How about tonight?” Alexis asks, stretchinghis arms above his head, already eager.

“Tomorrow morning.”

He nods, then stands and strolls to the doorso he can brief the men outside.

For now, we have to get through another nighton the mattresses with Aemelia between us.

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