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“Oh shit,” I mutter, unable to say anything else. A climax hits me a second later, just before he pulls out, spraying all over my ass.

“You’re mine,” he snarls as my orgasm continues to rock my soul. “Forever.”

“Suits me,” I reply when I can speak again. I collapse onto my front, feeling him move my shorts back into place. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Only because your legs don’t work at the moment.”

“And because I love you.”

I reach over and take his hand in mine, grinning madly as he kisses me. “I love you too,” he replies a moment later. “Now, how about that tan?”

I glance into the tent. Maggie is still fast asleep.

“You’re insatiable,” I say. “And that does not count as sun cream on my butt.”

He lays beside me, looking up at the sky. I stare up as a cloud drifts lazily across my vision. “What’s that look like to you?” he asks, pointing upward.

“Maybe a sibling for Maggie,” I say, running a finger down his chest. “If you play your cards right.”

Also by Ivy Blair

THE VALENTINO BROTHERS SERIES

1 - Kidnapped by the Mafia Boss

2 - Pregnant by the Mafia Boss

3 Owned by the Mafia Boss is coming Aug 7th.

Turn the page to read chapter one right now.

Selina

I’m reaching for the money when I hear them. Men's voices outside the office. Footsteps getting closer. I look around me for somewhere to hide.

Desk. Leather swivel chair. Cabinet pressed up against the wall. Back outside? Can I make it to the window in time?

I need to move. Get caught and I’m dead. Move, feet, move! Two seconds have passed since I heard voices. It seems like a lifetime. Why am I still standing here?

The voices are getting louder. A hand is turning the doorknob. Shit, I’m frozen to the spot.

I force myself to shift, diving under the desk, pressing myself into the furthest corner from the chair.

I shrink into the smallest possible shape, knees pressed to my face. I hug my legs, holding my breath as the door opens.

The first voice I hear is panicky. “Look, Don Luca, I’m begging you. Have mercy.” He sounds like he thinks he’s about to be killed. Where have I broken into?

“Sit.” It’s a man’s voice that replies. A calm voice, rumbling and deep. “We’ll talk about this.”

More footsteps. I exhale as slowly as I can.

A pair of legs appear at the end of the desk by the chair. Shiny black Italian loafers. Black pants. That’s all I can see as the man pulls out the chair and sits down.

He sticks his feet out, missing my body by inches. I squeeze smaller into the space, praying whatever this is, it doesn’t take long.

“Please, Don Luca. You want names, I’ll give you names.”

“Why are you afraid of me, Barry? Have I threatened you at all?”

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