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“Then we are a good match.”

“We are the perfect match.”

The smile on her pretty face grows. “Yes, we are. I love the life I’ve created with you, Dante,” she says. “I love everything about it.”

“Sometimes, the bad things that happen in our lives put us on the path to the best thing that will ever happen to us. For me, that is you.”

“I love you, Mr Mancini,” she says, and although I hoped deep down she did, hearing those words from her makes my heart soar.

“I love you more, Mrs Mancini.”

I thread my hands through her hair, meshing our mouthstogether. I don’t care that we have an audience, so I kiss her like nobody’s watching.

“Get a room, you two,” Lucia groans.

Arabella pulls out of the kiss, looking over at her sister with a frown. “One day, you’ll fall in love with the man of your dreams, Lu-Lu, and then you’ll understand.”

When Lucia’s eyes dart to Romeo and a blush climbs her neck, I squirm a little in my seat. I can sense trouble on the horizon.

Chapter 28

Arabella

“How do I look?” I ask my husband as I exit the bathroom and straighten my dress.

His gaze peruses me from head to toe as he closes the distance between us. “Like a goddess,” he replies as he pulls me into his arms and nuzzles his face into my neck. “Can we cancel the party and see the New Year in right here … just the two of us?”

“As nice as that sounds, I’ve spent the entire day preparing for tonight’s festivities. Besides, I’m looking forward to getting to know everyone better.”

“In that case, you’ll need to march your sweet arse back into the bathroom and ugly yourself up a bit,” he replies, giving my butt cheeks a light squeeze for good measure.

“What a dreadful thing to say to your wife.”

He draws back and smiles down at me. “I’m pretty sure that would be impossible anyway.”

“Aww, that was sweet.”

“I’m anything but sweet,Bellezza,” he says, grasping my shoulders, turning me around and marching me back into the bathroom.

“Where are you taking me? I don’t have time for this. I have dishes that need to go in the oven.”

“If you insist on wearing that dress tonight, then you’re going to have to take care of this first,” he answers, jutting his hips forward and digging his erection into my backside. “I can’t be walking around with a tent in my pants all night. How will that look?”

“I need to go and preheat the oven before everyone arrives.”

“I’m sure Chloe or Lina can handle that. This won’t take long.”

“Dante—”

He reaches around to cover my mouth, cutting me off. “Shh. Place your hands on the vanity and spread those sexy legs of yours,” he commands as his heated gaze meets mine in the mirror.

I’m powerless to this man, so I do as he asks. Liquid heat pools in my core as he hikes my dress up around my hips. The increase in estrogen and progesterone that a woman experiences in her first and second trimesters has only heightened my libido. My sexual drive and desire for this man are all-consuming.

I nibble at the corner of my bottom lip as he undoes his belt and frees himself from his trousers. When he pushes my underwear to the side and runs the crown of his penis back and forth along my slit, I tilt my head back and whimper.

“If any man dares to look sideways at you tonight, I’ll take pleasure in knowing my cum is inside that sweet pussy of yours.”

There’s no need for him to prepare me for what’s to come; his words alone are enough to do that job.

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