Page 153 of Untamed

“Can you blame me?” I answer. “You’re even more beautiful this morning.”

“That’s surprise considering everything we got up to last night.”

“That’s precisely why.” I burr, half smiling. “Because you have woken up...mine.”

She lifts her head, eyes still half-closed but smiling beautifully. Her hand glides up my stomach, settling over my ribs as she leans in and kisses me slow. Sleep-warm and unhurried.

And just like that, the space between us disappears again. My hand slides down her back, anchoring her closer. Her legs wrap around my hips, guiding me without words.

She shifts on top of me, and I groan into her mouth as I feel her heat press against me. Everything inside me coils tight, ready.

“You sure? Are you’re not sore?” I murmur, brushing my nose against hers.

She nods, biting her lip. “Don’t make me beg, Bestia.”

I flip us gently, settling over her as she gasps and grins beneath me. My mouth finds hers again, and my hand is already sliding down her side when,

scratch-scratch.

We both freeze.

A pause.

Then again,scratch-scratch-scratch.

A beat of silence. Then a soft, unmistakable mewl from the other side of the bedroom door.

Jordyn blinks, then laughs. “Is that... Ladro?”

I let my forehead drop to her shoulder with a growl. “Non ci posso credere.” She laughs harder this time, muffling it into my chest while I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling in defeat. The scratching continues, more insistent now.

“Persistent little bastard,” I mutter.

Jordyn’s still giggling as she climbs out of bed, wrapping the sheet around her. “Well, someone wants breakfast.”

He’s not the only one. With a sigh, I watch her go, every gorgeous inch of her mine. Even with the damn kitten ruining the moment.

I smile anyway.

Because she’s here.

And that’severything.

“Bambina?” I call out to her as she reaches for the door. Jordyn looks back at me over her shoulder, the sheet slipping slightly down her back. My eyes rake over her, lazy and unapologetic. “The kitten isn't the only hungry boy in this house,” I murmur, dragging my teeth over my bottom lip. My eyes darken as I holdher gaze. Then, just loud enough for her to hear, I add in a voice rough with promise, “... vieni a soddisfare il tuo bestia.”

Jordyn arches a brow, her gorgeous blue eyes narrowing. “If you’re going to keep talking to me in Italian, I’m going to need subtitles.”

I fix her with a smouldering look and pull the duvet back, flashing her my very hard, very erect cock. “You have sixty seconds to get your ass back in this bed, before we’re...” I fist the base of my cock. “...coming for you.”

Jordyn’s cheeks redden, and I feel my cock pulse impatiently in my hand in response. “Wrap that sheet tighter, bellezza. My men are lurking, and I’m not in the mood to spill blood before breakfast.”

“I think you spilled enough last night,” she replies with a smirk and walks out of the bedroom.

I watch her go, the sheet swaying around her hips, sunlight kissing every inch of skin I claimed the night before. There’s something almost too perfect about it, too still and peaceful.

But if I know one thing for certain, peace never lasts long in my world.

And something tells me, neither will this.

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