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Looking up at her as she stares at me through half-lidded eyes, I press my lips to the skin at the edge of her pants. “I don’t know how I got to be the lucky son of a bitch you let into your body, but fuck Giada, I’m so damn grateful I am.” Her long fingers brush through the strands at the top of my head. “Now take your tits out of your bra and let me watch you play with your nipples while I taste you.”

She smirks then brings the cups of her bra down, releasing her breasts from the material, moving her fingers to her nipples and twisting.

“Good fucking girl.” The words come out in a rough growl as I slide her pants and panties down her legs and throw them behind me.

Guiding her to the edge of the bed, she sits and leans back, her arms behind her so she can clearly watch me eat her sweet cunt. I drape both of her legs over my shoulders, opening her up to my waiting mouth. The first lick I take through her wet pussy causes her to let out a hiss, the second has her grabbing the hair on the top of my head in her fist, and the third has her moaning, “Jesus Christ.”

A smile tips my lips, but I don’t stop. My eyes travel to her hand while she twists and pulls at her peaked nipple. I’m transfixed by the blissed-out expression on her face while I worship her delicious cunt that I’ve spent far too much time away from.

“Fuck, right there,” she moans before biting her lip, trying to contain the screams that threaten to erupt in a clubhouse full of people.

I press two fingers into her tight heat and curl them, finding the bundle of nerves inside of her. That sets off a ripple through her pussy and a breathy, drawn-out moan as she comes undone, her body jerking with the intensity of her orgasm.

I slow my fingers and tongue, following her down from her peak of pleasure and kiss my way back up her body, taking her nipple in my mouth and sucking hard before releasing it with a pop then standing to my full height. The needy expression in her eyes as she stares at my hands undoing the button of my pants makes my cock jerk to attention. Dragging the zipper down before I pull them off my body sends excitement through me, and another emotion I’m not ready to put a name to. I’ve been so worried about hurting Giada I haven’t even let myself think about fucking her, too worried that I’d let my dick do the thinking for me, and I’d say to hell with the doctor’s orders.

“Move up the bed, sweetheart.” Usually I would take her small waist in my hands and toss her up myself, but I have to stay mindful of the wound on her right shoulder.

I kiss my way up her smooth skin and settle my hips in the cradle of her thighs, keeping my weight on my elbows. Low enough to her that we’re touching skin to skin, but she isn’t taking any of my weight. I guide myself into her, feeling her for the first time in weeks. Her nails dig into the skin on my back as we slowly move together. My hips rock into her, and I get lost in the feel of her wrapped around my cock. Our eyes are locked, our breaths mingling with the words I haven’t told her, coming out in heated pants. I love you, I need you, don’t leave me when this is over.

It takes monumental effort not to slam into her over and over, but it’s worth it just being inside of her again, connecting her to me in the way I’ve come to crave in our short marriage.

“You feel so good, Giada. I fucking love the way your pussy takes me. God, I never want to leave.” Sweat drips down my forehead, tickling the side of my face. “I can’t hold back,” I say as I continue to bury myself inside her over and over.

“Don’t. I want to feel you. God, I’m right there with you.”

Her walls tighten and pulse around me as her second orgasm rushes through her, setting off my own. I crash my lips to hers and swallow her moans as we both lose ourselves in each other.

When her orgasm has ebbed, and she stills beneath me, I pull myself from her body and lie next to her, gathering her in my arms. Her head rests on my chest for a few moments before she speaks.

“When are you leaving?” she asks in a soft whisper.

“In a couple hours,” My fingers glide up and down her damp back. “I’ll be back before the sun rises.”

“As long as you come back to me, Luca Bennetti.”

“Always, Mrs. Bennetti.”

Chapter twenty-two

Luca

Leaving Giada in the bed is no small feat. She isn’t asleep. I doubt she'll be getting any until we all make it back from the lake house. And we will all make it back. Too many times in both of our lives, the monsters have walked away free from having to answer for their crimes. Not tonight.

My wife watches me silently from the bed while I dress in a dark pair of jeans and a black Henley top.

“I would make a decent-looking biker, don’t you think?” This seems to be the staple uniform for most of the men around here.

“I never thought I’d say this, but I think I prefer you in suits. But if you want to trade the Mafia for the MC, I suppose I wouldn’t make a terrible old lady,” she replies with a smile, trying to play along and let me lighten the heavy mood in the room. It doesn’t last for more than a second before the tension on her face returns and worry swims through her tired amber eyes.

Once I’m dressed and have my shoulder holsters in place, I walk to the edge of the bed, bending to kiss Giada. My hand cups the side of her face and I press my forehead to hers, staring into her fearful eyes. Trying to come up with something to reassure her is useless. There's nothing I can say that will make her believe that all of this will be over soon. But I will be walking back through that door in a few hours, ready to start our lives free from the chains of worry, whatever that future looks like.

The sound of a knock on the door breaks our connection. “Yeah,” I call to whoever is on the other side.

Finn pokes his head in. “We’re about ready, just need to load up.” His gaze turns to Giada. “The ladies are in the main room if you want some company.”

I nod. “Thanks. We’ll be out in a minute.”

Finn shuts the door and Giada gets out of the bed in just my T-shirt and pulls on a pair of jeans before slipping her feet into a pair of sandals.

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