Page 66 of The Proposal

I jut my hips forward, pushing my semi-swollen dick into that luscious backside of hers to prove my point.

She took my cock like a champ last night, and although I could tell it hurt her in the beginning, by the end, she was enjoying it just as much as I was.

I’d been hesitant to go there again after the first time, where she tried to mask her pain, but I saw straight through it. I held back as much as I could because even though it felt so fucking good for me, it didn’t for her, and I hated that.

Things went much smoother last night, and I’m confident they will only improve as her body gets used to accommodating mysalsiccia grande(Large sausage).

“When a man gets to experience a pussy as fine as yours, Mrs Mancini, trust me, he’ll ache for it.”

“I don’t know whether to kiss you or slap your face for that comment,” she says, her cheeks flushing with a pretty, pink blush.

“A kiss will suffice,” I retort, reaching out to snag a chocolate cornetti from the tray as my lips briefly meet hers.

She’s smiling when I pull away and retreat a step. My day started out shit when I opened my eyes to find her gone, but it’s starting to look up.

“I’ll make you a coffee, just give me a second.”

“I’ll wait until Romeo gets here.” I look down at my watch. “Which should be any minute.”

“Romeo’s coming?” Lucia asks with a little too much enthusiasm for my liking. It wouldn’t bother me in any other world, but Stefano trusted me with his youngest daughter.

Mine and Arabella’s gazes snap to her, and the excitement I see on her face is concerning.

When the doorbell rings, I head in that direction, side-eyeing Lucia as I pass. She’s finally put that damn book down and is currently smoothing her hands over her long dark hair.

What the fuck is that about?

When we took the girls out for the day, I saw how well she and Romeo got along. I hoped it was a budding friendship, but now I’m not so sure.

“Hey,” I say to Romeo when I open the front door. “Is there something going on between you and Lucia that I should be worried about?”

“What?” he answers without faltering, genuinely shocked by my question. That, for some reason, gives me immediate relief.

“I just needed to ask,” I say, placing my hand on his shoulder. “She’s a Cosa Nostra princess, so to speak. I have no doubts that Stefano plans to marry her off in the immediate future. He views his daughters as commodities and would kill her without batting an eyelid if she weren’t pure on her wedding day—not to mention the person responsible for deflowering her.”

Romeo raises both his hands in front of him in a defensive move. “Whoa. I like her … she’s a cool chick, but not only is she far too young for me, I’d never do anything that would bring shame to you or this family.”

“Good,” I say, dropping my arm and moving back towards the kitchen. “I’m pretty sure there are cartoon hearts in her eyes where you’re concerned, so be careful.”

He chuckles at my observation, but doesn’t reply.

Once Arabella places two cappuccinos and a plate of cornetti on my desk, she turns and exits the room.

I reach for my cup and settle back in my seat. “I brought you in early to discuss Edoardo.”

“I thought as much,” Romeo replies.

“Has he mentioned his house yet?”

“Nope … still nothing. I spoke with him again yesterday, and he seemed in good spirits. Seeing him face-to-face this morning will be telling.”

“Hmm,” I agree.

“I’ve been monitoring his movements, but the only place he’s gone other than his home is to a woman’s house.” He places the folder in his hand on my desk and slides it towards me. “Should we search there next?”

I open the folder and skim through the contents. I’ve seen this woman before; it’s the woman he brought to my father’s birthday. He’s had many women over his life, both before and after divorcing his wife, but this one has been around for a while. The fact that he hasn’t married her, or at least moved her in with him, tells me everything I need to know. She’s not that important to him.

“Not at this stage,” I reply, closing the file. “We’ll revisit this if need be. He’s probably spooked and lying low for now. We have to be patient. He’ll let down his guard eventually.”

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