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I feel the loss of her, but when I look down and see how swollen and tender she is and the streaks of blood that still cover my cock, I know there’s no way I can inflict that kind of pain on her.

“Wait here, principessa.”

I give her another kiss and then pull the covers back before tucking her in bed and walking into the bathroom. I can feel her eyes on my ass the whole way, but I don’t bother covering up. I let her stare at what belongs to her. Wetting a washcloth with warm water, I bring it back out to her. I don’t bother cleaning myself up. I want her blood on me. I’d keep it on me forever if I could. I’m already getting hard again thinking about the reason I’m covered in blood. I love that I’m her first, but I love that I’m her last even more.

Her eyes are only half open when I crawl back into bed, spooning her from behind. Grabbing her thigh, I lift her leg and press the warm cloth against her tender skin.

“Thank you,” she whispers. “That feels really good.”

I kiss her temple and gently cup her pussy so the warm cloth stays pressed against her. “I’ll always take care of you, Natalya. You’re mine now, sweetheart, and I always take care of what’s mine.”

She smiles as her eyes drift shut. I kiss her again and slide an arm under her so I can tuck her body closer against mine. She’s so much smaller than me, but she fits like she was made just for me.

“Rest, principessa. I’ll be here when you wake.”

She gives a soft moan and relaxes further into me. I hold her until her breathing deepens and evens out, and then I keep holding her because I don’t want to let her go. I have no idea what’s going to happen when Lev finds out, but I do know that I’m never letting his daughter go.

Chapter 12

Natalya

When I wake a few hours later, the first thing I notice is the ache between my legs. I roll over to lie on my back and groan at the twinge of pain that hits me. My god, it feels like I’ve been fucked by a battering ram. I knew Dominic was big, but nothing could have prepared me for this. My cheeks heat up at the memory, and even though I’m sore, I wouldn’t change a second of what we shared. After the initial shock of his size, he’d made sure I was feeling too much pleasure to notice the pain. I’d had no idea anything could feel like that. It had felt like we’d become one person, like we’d joined ourselves to each other in a way that can’t ever be severed.

Sitting up and looking around, I notice that the man I now consider my other half is nowhere to be seen. Doubts start to creep into the edges of my mind, and as much as I try not to, I can’t help but worry that maybe this had meant more to me than him. I have no idea how he is with other women. He said being with me was different, but maybe he says that to everyone. I don’t have any experience with this, and it’s not like I can call my mom and ask her if this is normal. God, just the thought of my parents finding out about us has me breaking out in a light sweat. They’re going to find out, but I can’t bring myself to think about it right now. That’s a worry for another day.

Scooting out of bed, I slowly make my way to the bathroom. I’m scared to death that peeing is going to burn, but it doesn’t hurt like I thought it would, so I’m guessing I’m just really tender but not torn. I go ahead and brush my teeth to freshen up and run a brush through my hair before pulling on one of his T-shirts. I love wearing his clothes, and I can’t resist holding the fabric to my nose and breathing in the scent of him.

I step out of the bathroom right as he opens the door and walks in. The sight of him stuns me, stealing my breath and freezing me in place. Gone is the Armani suit and perfectly polished look, and in its place is Dominic in a pair of jeans, black boots, and a tight, black T-shirt that hugs his broad chest and toned biceps, and if that wasn’t sexy enough, he’s wearing a baseball cap that’s pulled low and worn in so it fits him perfectly.

“Wow,” I whisper.

He gives me a big smile, the kind I’ve only ever seen on his face when he’s looking at me, and drops the bags I hadn’t even noticed onto the dresser. It takes a second for the smell to hit me, but when it does, my mouth starts to water. I know that delicious smell, the mix of herbs and red sauce.

“You didn’t,” I start to say, looking from him to the bag that has Mama Sofia’s written across it.

His brown eyes meet mine as he lets out a soft laugh. Lifting his cap, he runs a hand through his hair, and if it was anyone else, I’d swear he was nervous. He tosses the ball cap onto the bed and starts to walk towards me.

“I’ve never seen you in anything so casual.”

He gives me another smile and shrugs his broad shoulders. Standing in front of me, he towers over me even more than usual with his boots on.

“I had to make sure no one would recognize me. The don of the Alessi Mafia can’t be seen walking into Mama Sofia’s. Plus, Lucia would kill me, so you’d better not ever breathe a word of it. I had to sneak into my own home with those bags, so you better eat every damn bite.”

I smile up at him. “You’re such a food snob. Mama Sofia’s is a nice place. Just because you don’t have to be a millionaire to walk through the doors doesn’t mean it’s not a good place to eat.”

He holds up his hands. “I never said that. I just find it hard to believe that you can get really good authentic Italian food in a place that uses plastic cutlery.”

I laugh and shake my head. “You are so going to be eating your words in just a few minutes. I’ll be expecting your heartfelt apology before the meal is over.”

He cups my face and tilts my head up. His hand is hot on my skin, and just that small amount of contact is enough to make my heart start racing. He leans down, putting his face close to mine. His thumb drags along my bottom lip, sending a warmth all through me.

“I’ll try my best to think of a proper apology, principessa.” His eyes run down my body, stopping when he sees the way my nipples are already straining against my shirt. “I love it when you wear my clothes. It’s another reminder that you’re mine and that you belong to me.”

I should probably be offended by his words, but I’m not. I love how possessive he is with me, and I want nothing more than to be his, just as much as he’s mine. It goes both ways, and I could never settle for anything less.

His other hand slides down between us until he slips it under the shirt I’m wearing. Instead of gripping me tightly, he drags the pads of two fingers along my sensitive folds in a featherlight touch that has me parting my lips on a soft moan.

“How sore are you?”

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