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Raffaelo chuckled. “Feeling kinky, Miss Sardee?”
“Always.”
“Well,” he said, “we can certainly explore that. My club in the city has an office upstairs with a two-way mirror … when the room is dark, no one in the club can see, butwecan seeeverything.”
“Hmm.” Inca pushed him onto his back and straddled him. “Now that sounds like something we shoulddefinitelytry.”
Raffaelo chuckled and pulled her face down so he could kiss her. “I love you, Inca Sardee.”
Inca nuzzled his nose. Then, as she impaled herself on his huge cock, she gave a happy sigh. “I love you, Raffaelo Winter … more than you will ever know …”
When Inca was asleep, and when Raffaelo was able to drag himself away from her, he walked down to his study and closed the door behind him. He called the head of his security team and asked him to meet him.
The man, Pietro, nodded to him as he entered the study. “What’s up, boss?”
Raffaelo indicated he should sit. “Has anyone from my father’s team been in contact with you?”
“Not as far as I know. Why?”
“Because I think I saw a couple of his goons follow Inca and me earlier. I hardly need to tell you I don’t want my father anywhere near Inca—or Tommaso, when he returns. I’m concerned they may try to take Inca to mess with us.”
Pietro made a disgusted noise. He had known Raffaelo and Tommaso since they were kids, and he was unfailingly loyal to the twins; their father was another matter, and Pietro had no time for the man. Edgar Winter was, in Pietro’s opinion, a nasty piece of work; jealous of his sons’ looks, tastes, and talents, he excelled in trying to destroy his offspring’s confidence and lives.
“We won’t let that happen, Raff; I promise. But we won’t be able to prevent your father coming to the house; it does still belong to the family.”
Raffaelo looked unhappy. “I know. Just make sure his security knows that Inca is off-limits.”
“No problem. You know, if he’s here, then at least we can be sure to keep an eye on him.”
“Right. I just worry about Tommaso’s reaction. Thank you, Pietro.”
He went back to bed, curving his body around Inca’s. Although he had made his peace with sharing her with Tommaso–after all, he had been the cheater this time—this time alone with her was precious. She had entirely invaded his heart and mind; there wasn’t a second he wasn’t thinking about her or their future.
Except … how could he think of their future? How would it work? While they were young and free, yes, they could revel in their unusual relationship. But what about when marriage and kids were an issue?
Raffaelo sighed and buried his face in her hair, breathing in the scent of her shampoo, of her skin. For now, he would enjoy the fact that they were safe; that no one here would try to kill her … back in Washington, he had lived every day in terror that she would be murdered. That terrible night when she’d been shot …
Inca murmured in her sleep and turned around, snuggling into his arms. Half-asleep, her lips sought his, and as soon as her skin touched his, his cock responded, growing thick and huge.
“Bella… do you want me?” He wasn’t even sure if she was awake, but, without opening her eyes, she nodded, and slowly hooked her leg over his hip so he could slide inside her. Raffaelo moved slowly, carefully, not wanting to break the spell of this dream-like coupling.
She whispered his name so softly, with so much love that his cock swelled inside her and he moved his hand down to caress her clit, intent on giving her the mellowest orgasm he could. His own was building, a slow burn in his belly, as he trailed his lips across her soft skin, kissing her closed eyelids and the sweet swell of her cheeks.
Inca tensed and sighed through her climax, giving a soft moan that sent Raffaelo over the edge. Feeling himself cum deep within her, he allowed himself a fantasy that his child was conceived and that Inca would be his alone. He wanted more than anything to be with this woman forever—to have her to himself— but he would never tell her or Tommaso that. They were the two people he loved more than anything in this world and he would not cause them pain.
So, he swallowed his own pain, and reveled in these small moments, just enjoying the fact their life here in Italy was the happiest he’d ever been.
But, of course, it didn’t stay that way for long.
Edgar Winter tookthe envelope from his head of security and opened it. The photographs were sharp and focused. Edgar started to smile. His son, Raffaelo, with a dark-haired beauty—God,she was something else—sitting in the middle of Sorrento, none the wiser that they were being watched. His son was kissing the beauty, his face soft with love.
“Who’s the girl?”
“Her name is Inca Sardee. American, from Washington State. I did some digging; apparently, she was injured in a shooting recently. As well, an ex-husband tried to kill her. Her mother was murdered too not long ago. Adopted mother, I should say. The birth mother was also murdered, but Ms. Sardee never knew her.”
Edgar raised an eyebrow. “That’s a pretty horrific history. What does she want with my son?”
The security man smiled nastily, his eyes triumphant. “Sons,” he corrected, and handed him another photograph. This one wasn’t so clear, taken from a distance through a window. What was unmistakable though, was that Inca Sardee was being thoroughly and enthusiastically fucked bybothof his sons.
