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My heart pounded as I slid it on her finger. It was so different from the last time I’d put a ring on her. During our ceremony, my focus had been on the alliance and what our marriage could do for the Family. Now, I was kneeling before the center of my universe, knowing there was nothing I wouldn’t do for her. I caressed her hand, possessiveness filling my chest at seeing further proof that she belonged to me.

She ran her fingers through my hair, and I leaned into her touch. “Aren’t you supposed to ask me to marry you?”

“We’re already married.”

“Well, yeah, but you know, it’s tradition to ask.”

I fixed her with a stern expression. “You will marry me, tesoro.”

She snorted. “Close enough.” She grasped both sides of my face and pulled me in for a kiss. When we pulled apart, her eyes were sparkling. “I can’t believe I’m engaged. I hope my husband doesn’t find out.”

I growled and gripped her chin. “Are you trying to rile me up?”

“Always.”

I narrowed my eyes, but my lips twitched as I pulled her into another kiss.

79

SOFIYA

Ilaughed as my husband carried me into our villa, unable to take my eyes off my ring. It was perfect. There was a large marquise-cut diamond surrounded by circular diamonds, making it look almost like a flower.

“You like it?”

“I love it. You did such a good job.”

“I had help.”

“Sienna?”

“Mila.”

“Really?” That made a lump rise in my throat. We had spent so many hours as girls talking about rings and weddings, and this made it feel like she was part of my new life. “How did she sound?”

Matteo laid me down on the bed. The large French doors were open to the outside, the warm ocean breeze washing over us. “Good. She had strong opinions on the ring.”

“I bet she did.” I ran the tip of my finger over it. “It’s so pretty.”

“I’ll buy you a million of them.”

I grinned. “Not sure how I’d wear that many.”

“Hope you’re up for the challenge.”

We lay facing each other, gazing into each other’s eyes, and then we both broke, our lips crashing together. Matteo gripped the back of my neck, tilting my head back so he had perfect access to my lips, but I wanted more. I wanted to make him lose control the same way he did me.

I tugged against his hold and he released me, confusion in his eyes. It didn’t last long as I unbuttoned his shirt and pants, kissing my way down his body.

“Fuck, baby, fuck.” He breathed in sharply. “Are you going to suck my cock into that pretty little mouth?”

“Yes,” I said, letting out a little moan as his hard cock sprang out of the confines of his boxers. A bead of precum spurted from the tip, and I knelt between his legs and licked it, but the position strained my knees and hips. I tried to rearrange myself, but I was an uncoordinated mess of limbs.

“Sorry, sorry,” I said as my knee knocked into his leg.

“Shh, don’t apologize.”

“I just want to be sexy and not mess this up.” I felt strangely emotional, waves of embarrassment washing through me. Matteo had been taking such good care of me. Between the rest he forced on me, my wheelchair, new medication, and starting physical therapy, I’d been in a lot less pain. But pregnancy was also increasing the number of subluxations, and I needed to be careful. “I could try going on my knees on the floor.”

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