Page 119 of The Proposal

I bark out a laugh when he tells me to “Fuck off.”

“You two look so much alike,” Lucia says with wonderment as her eyes dart from Alex back to me.

“Don’t let his good looks fool you, Luc. He’s like the Temu version of me.”

When I hear my brother growl, I roll my lips to hide my smile as I continue moving.

Pausing briefly at the doorway, my gaze flickers to Romeo. “If anyone comes to the door, don’t answer it and call me immediately.”

“Okay, boss.”

“What do you mean if anyone comes to the door?” Alexander asks. “Are we expecting trouble? Do I need to get my wife and son back here so we can flee the country?”

“Nobody is fleeing anywhere,” I say with a sigh as I turn back around to face him.

“I don’t see any luggage with Lucia. Does she even have the correct papers to leave if we have to get out of here in a hurry?”

I roll my eyes despite the fact that those words have me internally wincing. I didn’t even think about Lucia’s passport as the Rossi estate began to burn. “Always the optimist.”

“Someone in this family needs to be level-headed. You’ve always been the type to react before you think.”

“I’ve got that sorted,” Lucia chimes in, lifting up the top she’s wearing to reveal a thin package that is strapped to her stomach. “I got everything I needed before my attempt at running away. When Elio tackled me to the ground and dragged me kicking and screaming back to the house, Papa made him search my pockets. He found my phone andstomped on it. The idiots never thought to pat down my body.”

“Now that’s sorted, if you’ll excuse me,” I say. “My wife and I have some business to sort out.”

Once Arabella and I reach the staircase, I lift her, bridal style, into my arms and take the stairs two at a time.

“What business, and where are you taking me?” she asks.

“Our room.”

“Why?”

“Remember what happened that time you threatened to smash the bottle of Sambuca over Bianca’s head and slash her throat?”

“Oh.”

“Yes, oh. You can’t go all ruthless boss woman and not expect a reaction from me.”

Call it sick or twisted, but her dark side is an aphrodisiac. Everything where this woman is concerned turns me on, but that mysterious intensity that seems to pulse beneath her calm exterior calls to me on the highest level. It’s irresistibly alluring.

My cock began to swell the moment she flicked that match, and I’ve been struggling to control it ever since.

As soon as we enter the bedroom, I kick the door closed with my foot, locking it behind me.

Gently placing her back on her feet, I reach for the hem of her dress and lift it over her head in one swift motion.

As soon as I’ve dropped it to the floor, I grasp the buckle on my belt. “Get on your knees,Bellezza.” She doesn’t even hesitate as she lowers herself to the floor. “You are responsible for this,” I say, freeing my rock-hard cock and stroking it with my hand. “You need to take care of this like a good girl.”

When she parts her lips, I gather her hair in my fist, guiding myself deep into her mouth. I tighten my grip on her hair, tugging slightly as she pulls out almost to the tip before swallowing me back down. I growl when she hums,contracting her throat so it pulsates around the crown like a vice. It’s been mere seconds, and I have to will myself not to blow.

Her teeth and tongue work me into a frenzy. Her plump, red lips stain my skin with each pass, and it’s so damn hot. “Yes, just like that,” I breathe, tilting my head back with a groan.

Her delicate fingers knead my tight balls as her tongue whirls and glides against my shaft as if it’s the most delicious thing in the world.

“Relax your throat,” I grate out through gritted teeth as both my hands now fist in her long locks, and my hips glide back and forth of their own accord. I won’t be able to hold off much longer.

The noises coming from me spur her on as she ramps it up a notch, causing me to jerk out of control … my balls are throbbing. My cock is harder, longer, and thicker than it’s ever been before.

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