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Tears sting the back of my eyes as they meet his. “I …”

“Hey,” he says, wrapping me in his arms and pulling my face down into his chest. “I don’t care what you read.”

“I wanted to surprise you. I wanted to be sexy and show you that I had some experience like Bianca.”

“Bianca,” he growls, drawing back to cup my face. “What does she have to do with this?”

“I bet she gives great headjobs. I wanted to please you … like the others have.”

He blows out a long, exasperated breath. “You do please me, Arabella.”

“You’ve had to teach me everything. I’d never even kissed a man before you.”

“And I love that.”

“You do?”

“Yes. It means I’m the only man who’s ever touched you. The only man who’lleverbe inside you.”

“My inexperience isn’t a turn-off? You’re used to?—”

“Those others have nothing on you,amore mio bellissimo.”

He just called mehis beautiful love.

Love.

“I want to please you.”

“You do,” he replies with so much conviction in his voice that I believe him. “And not just in the bedroom. You make me happy, Arabella. Happier than I’ve ever been.”

The tears I’d been fighting now flood my eyes. But they’re not ones brought on by shame or humiliation. They are tears of joy.

I slide my arms around his waist and bury my face in his chest again. “You make me happy too, Dante Mancini.”

I thought I was condemned to a lifetime of misery by being forced to marry this man, but he’s turned out to be the biggest blessing.

Chapter 17

Dante

I’m lying back on the bed with my hands folded behind my head as I wait for Arabella to exit the bathroom. We have yet to shower together, but I plan to rectify that soon.

It’s right at the top of the bucket list I’ve created in my head. It’s titled ‘Things I’m going to do to my wife’.

I’ve been holding back, getting her used to me. I’d classify what she’s seen so far as vanilla, not my usual modus operandi. My sexual appetite is expansive, and my kinks broad, which she’ll find out soon enough. My ultimate goal is to be buried in that sweet pussy of hers every chance I get.

I want to drag that woman into the dark side with me. Tie her up, blindfold and gag her. Awaken sensations she never knew existed. Strip away her control until she’s completely at my mercy.

When the bathroom door finally opens, my gaze automatically moves in that direction. I’m expecting to find my wife dressed in one of the usual unappealing nightgowns she wears to bed, but I have to do a double take when I see that’s not the case tonight.

Not only has she ditched her comfortable sleepwear, but she’s not wearing any clothes at all. And fuck me, she has abody made of pure sin. Every delicious inch of her. It has my cock instantly swelling.

She looks like an exotic princess, with those emerald eyes, olive complexion, and her long, dark hair cascading over one shoulder. Not to mention those perky, voluptuous tits, her tiny waist, and those rounded fucking hips that drive me wild.

She’s all woman … a damn goddess, and I hope one day she can truly recognise just how perfect she is.

At times, I forget she’s only twenty. She may look her age, but being thrust into adulthood so early has given her wisdom beyond her years. The way she manages this house and takes care of me and my men singlehandedly is impressive.

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