Page 78 of His Vicious Desire

Gaetano

The phone ringing pulls me out of a deep sleep.It’s Sandro.“Hey, what’s up?”

“Carina ran.She got spooked.I’m on my way to Chicago right now.I doubt that’s where she is.But I need to start there.”

“Fuck, man.I’m sorry.I’ll handle Vegas.Go get your woman.”I urge him, even if it’s the last thing I want to do.I’m not looking forward to everything being on me once again.But he needs her.It’s clear as can be that he loves the girl.

“Thanks.”

Ending the call, I toss my phone back onto the side table.

“How long do you think he’ll be gone?”Bianca’s arms tighten around me.

Running a hand down her back, the touch of her silky skin goes straight to my cock.“I have no idea.But I’m guessing it will be a few days.”

She presses a kiss to my chest.“Good.”

“That’s what you think.Until he gets back, you aren’t going anywhere.”I tell her as I pull her up out of bed.“Come on, I need to shower and go in to cover him.”

“Oh no, I’m so sad.”She giggles as she follows me.

Gaetano

For three nights, I get her in my bed.Running everything while Sandro’s gone means I only get her at night when I’m fucking exhausted.Yet she doesn’t complain or whine over how little time I get with her.I’m grateful as fuck for it.With her in my bed, I sleep like I haven’t since I was a kid—deep, satisfying sleep.

We’ve just finished making love.I roll over onto my back, with her on my chest and still inside her, the way she loved so much.A fingertip traces over the tattoo of a reaper with a scythe on my chest.

“I want a tattoo.I’m thinking on my hip?—”

“Not happening.”I cut her off before she gets any farther.

“What do you mean,not happening?”She narrows her eyes as she goes onto her elbows to stare down at me.

“I mean, no one is touching you.Man or woman.”

“Not even for a tattoo?Gaetano, I think you are a tad too possessive.”

I chuckle.“I am.”

“And…”

“And, what?”

“You should be apologetic about it.You’re telling me people can’t touch me.That I can’t even get a tattoo.”

Sending an eyebrow up at her.“Nope.No one touches you.If it’s necessary, fine.A tattoo is not necessary.Your body is perfect as it is.I don’t want you changing it.And don’t pretend you don’t like it.”

The grin that appears on her beautiful face tells me I’m right.“Maybe, that doesn’t make it right.”

“Too bad.You crawled into my bed on your own.”I remind her.“I’m not apologizing for shit.”

Sighing.“Gaetano, you’re very Neanderthal.”

“I am.”

Shaking her head.“I was talking to Bobby.He thinks Sandro is going to be back soon.We have to talk about how we’re going to handle him.”

Fuck.It doesn’t matter I did it, replaced her birth control with duds to knock her ass up.It’s too soon to put everything in place.After I saw how many days there were until her next period, I calculated we likely missed her window to become pregnant this month.Which means another six weeks before we can be sure.

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