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It only takes a matter of minutes before his skilful fingers and mouth give me my first orgasm of the night. As amazing as it was, I can’t help but feel a little anxious as he settles himself between my legs.

Hopefully, this doesn’t hurt as much as it did last time.

My eyes automatically close again as he runs the crown of his penis back and forth, coating himself. When he pushes the tip in, stretching me to my capacity, I suck in a sharp breath and hold it.

“Arabella,” he groans, stilling. “Open your eyes,Tesoro(Sweetheart).”

“I thought the rule was no talking.”

“Open those pretty green eyes,” he repeats. This time, I do as he asks. “There she is,” he whispers, leaning down to place a chaste kiss on the tip of my nose. “I need to watch you as I slide inside you. I’ll go slow, I promise. I can’t guarantee it won’t hurt, but it will feel better than last time.”

There might be other sides to this man that I don’t see and may never know, but I’m pretty sure this sweet side is part of him that only exists for me.

Chapter 15

Dante

Edoardo returned from Sydney days ago and hasn’t said a single word about his ransacked house, which only increases my suspicions.

The Cosa Nostra is family, first and foremost, so if something like this had happened to any of my other men, they would’ve approached me and asked for help, at the very least.

He has a duty to alert theFamigliaif there is a personal attack against him because it could be something bigger and affect all of us.

If he doesn’t suspect I have something to do with it, who does he think it was? He’s been normal around me, jovial even, so it makes me wonder who else this man is in bed with. Does his betrayal run even deeper than I thought?

My men are coming over soon for breakfast and a meeting, but I’ve asked Romeo to get here early so I can get an update and hopefully discuss our next move.

I enter the kitchen, grasping Lucia’s shoulder and gently squeezing as I pass. “Morning, little sis,” I say.

Growing up, I always wished for a sister. I adored my brother but hated being the baby of the family, the one healways looked out for and protected. I wanted a role like that too. A sister would’ve given me that, and now I have two: Chloe, Alexander’s wife, and Lucia.

She glances up from the book she’s reading and smiles. “Morning, Dante.”

“How are the salami sticks going?”

“So good,” she breathes, her eyes returning to the pages.

I chuckle as I approach my wife. Lucia is returning to Italy in the morning, and I will miss her. She’s good fun.

Arabella will as well, more so than me, which I’m a little concerned about. She’s been at her happiest while her sister has been here, so I wonder if that will change once she’s gone.I hope not.I like this version of her … I don’t want things to revert back to how they were.

We are building on something here. Well, I hope that’s what we are doing. It feels like we are. I’ve come to care deeply about her—it’s not love yet, but I hope it will be one day.

My arms slink around her tiny waist when I stop behind her. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent as my lips graze her warm skin. “Morning,Bellezza.”

“Morning.”

“I woke up, and you were gone,” I whisper so only she can hear. “I wanted to have my wife again, and now I’m going to have to walk around with a semi-hard cock and aching balls all day.”

“I had to get up early to prepare the food for you and your men.”

“You could’ve woken me before you left.”

“You were in a deep sleep … you looked peaceful; I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Next time, wake me. I’d rather be tired than in physical pain.”

She turns her face to meet my gaze. “I highly doubt you’re experiencing physical pain.”

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