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Stefano

The moment she rolls over to face me and looks me in the eyes, I know. With every fiber of my being I know she’s mine, and always will be. I knew when I saw her picture that I wanted her to be mine, craved her like no other woman I’ve ever had. But having her here, in my bed, in my arms, I know for certain. Bianca Amato will be changing her last name to Russo as soon as I can convince her of it.

She has no idea what her body needs, just that she needs me to make it all better and take away the ache. I won’t fuck her tonight, but I’ll make her feel better. Her full lips are too tempting to resist. I capture her lips in a kiss that leaves us both aching for more. My tongue swipes across the place where her lips meet and plunges into her. Fuck, I’ve never wanted someone as badly as I want her. Bianca gives into the kiss beautifully as I slide my fingers between her dripping wet pussy lips and find her puffy little clit. The moment one of my fingers brushes against her clit she cries out. Using two fingers I rub circles into and around her clit, driving her absolutely crazy. She bucks against me, as she clutches onto my upper arm and starts sliding her pussy against me.

“Stefano,” she moans.

“Just let it happen, Beauty. Come on my fingers like a good girl,” I moan and watch as she shatters against my fingers. When her orgasm subsides, I watch her relax against the pillows and get a dreamy look on her face. I pull my hand out of her panties and suck my fingers into my mouth, getting my first taste of her. Fuck, she’s sweet as fucking candy.

“What about you?” She asks.

“What about me?” I quirk one of my brows up as I look at her.

“You didn’t get an orgasm.”

“I’m a grown ass man, Beauty. I beat my dick in the shower every morning. I think I can handle not coming this once.”

“Oh,” she says, biting down on her bottom lip.

I brush some hair out of her face and kiss her lips softly. “Can you fall asleep now?”

She nods and rolls over to the side so we’re barely touching at all.

Yeah, that’s not going to work for me. “Get your ass over here,” I growl, pulling her against me.

Once I hear her little snores hit my ears I’m able to relax. It’s been a long night, and tomorrow isn’t going to be any easier. I’m on a mission to make Bianca fall in love with me.

* * *

It’s been three weeks since I brought Bianca home. In that time I’ve learned a lot about her, things I never would have learned from the file Enzo sent me. Like she hates Hallmark movies but loves cheesy comedy. She’s a fierce board game competitor and could care less about sports. She’s also gotten to know my family well during this time, growing especially close to my mom and baby sister Elena.

During the day she isn’t openly affectionate towards me, but when I wake her in the middle of the night, we explore each other’s bodies finding new ways to please one another.

I’m worried I’ve gone about this in the wrong way, but I don’t know how to fix it. By now my entire family knows how Bianca came to be at my home, although we never speak of it around her. No one would ever dare disrespect my future wife. Not that they’d want to hurt her, she’s as sweet as can be and a perfect fit for our family.

This morning Bianca has been distant, more than normal and it’s pissing me off. Every time I try talking to her, she ignores me or gives me one word answers. After all this time I’d hoped we’d be closer to getting married, not whatever it is that we’re doing.

Walking up behind where she’s sitting on the couch reading, I start massaging her shoulders, but she pulls away from me and continues reading.

“What is going on with you?” I snap, not intending to talk to her this way, but my frustration spills out.

“Nothing,” she says, not looking up from her book.

When a woman says nothing, she means nothing. “Bianca, tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it.”

She puts her book down and looks up at me, searching my face. “How long do you plan on keeping me here?”

Wow, I wasn’t expecting that. “Have I done something to make you unhappy?”

“You’ve treated me very well, Stefano. But I want to know when I can move on with my life.”

Her words stab me in the heart. “What brought all of this on?” I ask, my mind reeling from how cold and distant she’s sounding.

“This was never the intended agreement the night that we met. It was supposed to be a one night thing where we slept together and that was it. You used a loophole to get me to stay, but I don’t even know why. It doesn’t make any sense.”

“What doesn’t make sense?” I growl, pacing in front of her.

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