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Matteo drags his hard cock out of my pussy, grazing my clit, and then my G-spot with each push back in. It’s slow-burn sex. Controlled. Each thrust hits long and deep and he takes his time, kissing me, touching me, stroking against my skin as he goes. And it’s a revelation. I’m spiraling. Up and up. It’s like pleasure is a golden sea that builds and builds with undulating waves, each bigger, better, brighter than the last. The sensations course through me and I come again, a sweet wave radiating out, overtaking every cell, and I succumb to the bliss flooding me.

Matteo drops next to me on the bed with a contented sigh, lying his head right next to mine. He drapes a muscular arm over me. “Heaven. My love,” he mutters as he closes his eyes and falls asleep.

And suddenly, I can breathe again. My God, I feel more alive than I ever thought possible.

Because of a man whom I was ordered to marry.

A man whom I hated because of all he took from me.

A man I was convinced I’d despise forever.

Now he’s the man I want to get to know. He doesn’t love me. I don’t love him. But maybe I could. Maybe that’s what this feeling is, falling in love. I don’t know. All I know is I think I’m ready to give this a chance, give him a chance. It’s all I have, all I can do, and he fills something inside me I didn’t know I needed filling, something deep in my soul, my heart.

Is it wrong to feel that? When such a horrible thing happened to my cousin, with everything?

As he sleeps, oblivious to the terrible guilt that flirts with me, I can’t shake the feeling something is waiting.

Something bad.

I just hope it isn’t like that moment I can’t keep from memory, that moment before I went out with Molly that night, where under all the angst and anger, the same tingle of darkness slithered inside like it does now.

I’m probably just being dramatic.

Then again, the life we lead…

If there is a chance for me, for me and Matteo, then I hope we can survive long enough to see where it takes us.

CHAPTER21

MATTEO

Today is the day. The wedding. All my plans are coming along. She’s so soft now, in all the ways that matter, my Heaven.

If she’s not in love, she’s mostly there. All it took were small shifts and phenomenal sex over the past couple of weeks. She’s easy to be with when she’s not spitting fire.

I thought I’d be bored with her by now, and I’d be slogging through this. She’s gorgeous, yes, but I’ve fucked plenty of gorgeous women who bored me stupid after the third time around.

With Heaven there are layers beneath layers. With the snark packed up, she talks out things with me, and I don’t see a problem with guiding her into a smoother, more rounded approach when it comes to family. Cool and calm and steel get her further is my lesson.

It’s not a waste of time; after all, I’m benefitting. Because the more she shares, the more I understand how things are run in Casa Mulligan. And Heaven is the beating heart.

Jesus, Declan is an idiot for his testosterone-fueled views. I thought we Italians were bad, but this man takes it to the next level.

His fuckups are my gain, and I soak up everything as I help her. And when I help, she opens more and trusts me more.

It really is beautiful.

If there’s a tinge of guilt, it’s my collateral damage.

Dominguez is getting closer to the truth. He’s stupid, but not that stupid, and by process of elimination he’s looking more and more toward the Mulligans as the culprits. One member does something, all pay. That’s his motto. That’s why people don’t tend to cross him. Much like they don’t cross me.

Difference between us is I’m smarter, harder, and have nothing to lose like him. He wouldn’t dare touch my family because he’d bring down the wrath of Europe and strategic parts of South America and Asia. I have ties in places I don’t rule.

He thinks Heaven is a weak spot for me and he’d be right about that. It wasn’t supposed to happen—my feelings for her were never supposed to move beyond the physical. But somehow, she’s managed to wiggle her tight ass under my skin, and much as I hate to admit it to myself, I don’t want to let her out.

Dominguez isn’t going to touch her. Not as long as I have breath in my body. I’m considering sending her away, letting her live. But that’s a private thought. If I send her back to Sicily with my family, she’ll be untouchable.

I won’t have her after that. I know that. But…she’d be alive.

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