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Sharp nails dig into my neck, for sure leaving red crescent moons that will mark my skin for hours. Branding me as hers. That’s not really necessary. I’ve been hers from the moment my eyes fell on my wildcat, and I’ll be hers until my dying breath.

“Maybe you’d like to reconsider my offer?” I graze my teeth along the edge of her chin, then down her delicate throat, the swells of her breasts.

“No.” Her response comes out as a drawn-out moan rather than a clearly spoken word.

Damn it.

I shift again, changing the angle once more. My hips ram harder, faster. I’m pressing as deep as I can while her inner walls clamp down on me, squeezing me like a vise. The overhead lights cast a bright glow over her beautiful tits. Tits that are right now nearly spilling out of the bodice of her dress. I curse inwardly for not having enough hands to do all the things I want to my woman. Touch her everywhere. All at once. I’m forced to abandon her throat so I can grab her right breast, kneading it lightly. Matching the squeeze of my fingers to the rhythm of my thrusts.

“I can keep this up for hours,” I lie. That tingle at the base of my spine is already spreading, nudging me ever closer to the edge. I urge myself to hold on, drawing out her pleasure, all while the sweet, intoxicating smell of our lovemaking wraps around me, diminishing my resolve.

“Liar,” she pants next to my ear. “We both know I can break you, and I only need to do this.”

Her teeth sink into the soft tissue between my neck and shoulder, sending an electric jolt through every part of my body.I snap. Grabbing her knees, I push them open wider, and then I’m pounding into her like a man possessed.

Her back arches toward me as she moans. The most beautiful sounds leave her sinful lips as I claim her. With every thrust, I can feel her core spasming around my cock. She detonates. Shaking, shivering, riding the swells of ecstasy while calling out my name.

Mine. Only mine.

Gritting my teeth, I pull out, and the sudden loss of her heat almost sends me to my knees. I cradle her face with my palms, coaxing her slightly dazed eyes to meet mine. Every single muscle in my body is strained. The need to plunge back into her is overwhelming. A visceral urge that can’t be denied. I want to fill her with my cum, brand her completely. But I also need her to understand.

“I love you more than anything else in this world,gattina,” I rasp. “Anything. Can you comprehend that?”

That emerald gaze burns into me while her lips quiver. No matter how many times she’s said it back before, the fear that this time she might remain silent nearly chokes me. Doubt creeps in that I somehow ruined everything for us after all. I need to hear her speak the words or I just might fucking die.

“I love you too, Arturo.”

Relief pours into my system like a life-giving rain. Every time she says it, a shockwave goes through me. Letting out a groan, I plunge back inside her pussy, so deep and forcefully that I almost come right then.

Tara’s passionate scream explodes into the room. It’s loud, and I bet everyone in the banquet hall probably heard it. Above the music, chatter, and all. Tremors rack her body as shefalls apart in my embrace. Again. I hold on to her tightly, just as I intend to hold on to her for all eternity. Keeping her safe and protected in my arms.

Only after she starts coming down from her high do I resume pounding into her, seeking my own release. Just two strokes get me there. My balls draw up, and I roar as my hot cum explodes into her, filling her with my seed.

My witch.

My precious little hazard.

One month later

Piazza Navona, Rome

As I approach the center of the square, the magnificence of centuries-old buildings on all sides takes my breath away. The cobblestones under the soles of my heeled sandals are warm with the heat of the afternoon sun. Clusters of tourists are gathered everywhere, their voices blending into a harmonious hum of several different languages. The air smells faintly of roasted chestnuts, and the slight breeze carries the delicious aroma of fresh bread from nearby cafés.

I can’t believe I’m in Rome!

“It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I whisper, soaking up the view.

“Couldn’t agree more,” Arturo says behind me.

I turn around, finding him leaning his shoulder on the stone wall, watching me. Earlier, he ditched his suit jacket in our hotel suite, choosing to head out without it. The sleeves of his dress shirt are rolled up, the top two buttons are undone. The open collar shows off a touch of his bronzed chest, his sexy-as-fuck collarbones, and his scruff-covered neck with the golden cross around it.

As I look at my man, I’m reminded of that not-so-long-ago day at Naos. Back then, it was the glint of the lights instead of the sun’s rays on his necklace that captured my attention as I walked up to him. All these months later, he still has the power to take my breath away.

“Are you going to finally explain why you insisted we come to Rome, of all places, this weekend?” I ask.

“Last week, after Drago mentioned the vacation he’s taking Sienna on, you taunted him about never taking you anywhere fun.” He pushes away from the wall and prowls toward me with slow, predatory steps. “And well, you know how much I love pissing him off. So I decided you deserve a getaway before them,” he chuckles. “I left a postcard for him with the hotel reception, with orders for it to be sent as priority mail.”

“You’re still ticked at Drago for scheming with Ajello? Or do you still think he sold the Greeks’ property to you on purpose, setting in motion everything we went through?”

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