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“But she knows the world, and you know it’s always been her.” I’ve been fixated on her from the moment I laid eyes on her.She’s mine.Contracted or not. The more she fights it, the more I want to break her into submission. To watch the beautiful little vixen admit that she’s mine. And mine alone.

“Yes, and I think every other woman you’ve fucked has known that too.” He laughs. “Remember that one time you asked Tiffany to dye her hair and wear contacts when you were fucking her?” He shakes his head. “She was pissed and came out of your room ready to murder someone.”

“I have a thing for women with caramel-colored hair,” I say, smiling.

“Yeah, I think we all know that.” Dominic stands and taps me on the back. “I must say, despite the muttering, you seem less stressed. Did you finally get laid?”

I smile at the vivid memory of Rya straddling me, and it makes my cock twitch.

“Oh shit, you did. Who was the woman?”

“It was her.”

His brows raise in surprise. “Well, shit. So are we planning the wedding?”

“She made me promise that in exchange for us fucking, I would stop asking her to marry me.”

He smirks at that.

And so do I.

CHAPTER18

Rya

For two days in a row, I have seen Angel. It’s nice to have a visit with her after work and then have some dinner with her. She hasn’t broughthimup, though I know she’s dying to.

The first night, she asked me about the mark on my neck. That bastard left his claim on me, and no amount of makeup could cover the dark purple mark entirely. I brushed it off, saying it was some mystery man. But she and I both know that Crue wouldn’t let any other man touch me. Which is painfully irritating and sexy as all hell, considering he’s visited my dreams every night since.

I shouldn’t want it again.

I hate him.

But my body is a treacherous thing.

And it pains me to admit it had been the best sex of my life.

Tonight, Angel sits across from me, glowing with her pregnancy, and I have a feeling she is going to ask. She’s mentioned him in passing comments, gauging my reactions. And I’ve given her nothing.

What is there to tell?

Am I supposed to say,“Hey, I fucked your brother-in-law, and the sex was amazing. I’m already dreaming about when it can happen again. But did you know he’s a psycho and that he kills people who piss him off?”I mean, she more than likely knows all that already.

We sit in my living room on the couch with the television playing in the background, not that either of us is watching it as we finish our takeout.

She sighs. “I’ve really enjoyed this. We shouldn’t have waited so long to get together again.”

I nod in agreement. Life seemed to get so busy so fast. And although it’s been fourteen years, having Angel here in my New York apartment doesn’t feel strange. It’s as if no time has passed between us, and we are back where we were all that time ago.

There’s a deliberate pause as she watches me.

“Say it, Angel.”

She quirks a smile. She’s never been one to be shy or beat around the bush. Not with me. Not with anyone. And that’s saying something, considering she married a man from one of the most established criminal families.

“Do you think you’ll ever come back home?”

“To Italy?”

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