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She cries out.

I thrust deeper.

Her legs begin to shake, and her pupils dilate.

I watch as her breathing changes, and she starts rocking against me with urgency.

I can’t hold back anymore, and clearly, neither can she.

She cries out louder and I feel her pussy tightening around my cock.

Then her back arches as her hips thrust forward, and her orgasm shakes through her entire body.

I explode into her, lifting my hips and pushing her pussy against me, a deep growl rumbling from my chest.

Chapter 20 - Chiara

“Stefano was right all along,” my father complains, sitting down on the sofa of his living room. The housekeeper places a cup of coffee on the table for each of us as I sit down opposite him.

“Dad, what do you mean?”

“The Dubrovs—he warned me about them over and over again, and now our warehouse is damaged, our workers were killed, and my son is missing.” His throat is tight as he speaks. The anguish on his face is clear. “I should have listened to him. He was right all along.”

“Dad.” I lean forward in my seat, reaching out to take his hand. “It isn’t the Dubrovs. We have to look in other directions to try and figure out what's really going on. I am sure Stefano is just laying low for now, to stay safe, but in the meantime we need to try and find out who's really behind all of this. It’s going to be ok, though. We can all work together,” I say, trying to reassure him, hating the emotions I sense radiating from his body. My father is such a gentle man, and I know he cares deeply for his family, both Stefano and me.

It kills me to have to keep Stefano’s location from him. I want to tell him that he is safe and I know where he is, but I don’t want to involve him in that mess. He might want to act against Maxim and his brothers, and that will not solve or help anything.

“Dad, just give Maxim and the other Dubrov brothers some time. We're working on it.”

“What do you mean, 'we?'”

“I mean my husband and his family are working on finding out what happened. They will get to the bottom of it.”

My father draws his hand away from me and picks up his coffee. His face is dark, his eyes narrowed and his brows knotted. Muscles feather along his jawline.

I lean back, sighing and feeling hopeless. I just want to help him.

“I need to speak to our allies. They need to be warned against the Dubrovs. We can’t be associated with them like this.”

“Dad,” I say, shocked. “You can’t do that. It isn’t them. They are not the ones behind all of this.”

“All of the business deals that Stefano was seeing to are going to be lost. He is not here to handle them, and we are going to suffer for it. I can’t let that happen.”

My father wants to retire; he's tired of doing this, handling these things, and I can see it all over his face. I don’t want to force him back into the mayhem, especially not with everything that's going on.

“I will handle those deals in the meantime. Just until Stefano comes back.”

“You?” he huffs, and I feel a sting of insult.

“Yes, Dad, me. I studied business, and I know how everything works. I can handle it.”

He quickly regains his composure. “Sorry, Chiara, I didn’t mean that you weren’t capable, I just meant—it’s not safe. I arranged a flight for you last night. I want you on the jet this afternoon. You have to get out of here. Somewhere safe. You can stay away until things settle down, or better, you never have to come back. I should never, ever, have forced you into that marriage with those monsters.”

“I am not going anywhere, Dad. I am not leaving you.”

“Chiara, I am so sorry about all of this. I didn’t really understand the position I was putting you in—"

“Dad, my husband can manage your clients until Stefano comes back. He isn’t like his brothers, you know that. He's different. Let him handle the deals, and that way you won’t lose any business.”

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