Page 35 of His Stolen Bride

“I’m sorry.” She shakes her head. “It’s just when Leo told me what you’d said about Gianna and then I just knew you were cheating and—”

“Never.”

“What?” Her brown eyes widen.

“What I said about Gianna was a test for Leo. Nothing more. I will never so much as look at another. Not the way I look at you. I swear it.”

“You don’t mean it.”

“Why do you say that?” I cup her cheeks.

“Because you can’t mean it.” Her eyes water.

“Why can’t I?” I wipe her tears away with my thumbs. “Why, beautiful?”

“Because I’m not.”

“You are.” I press my forehead to hers. “You are just as beautiful as I say. You are a gorgeous goddess who I can only worship.”

“But my whole life my Father—”

“Was an idiot. A blind fool not to see the jewel right in front of him.” I kiss her forehead, desperate for her to know the truth of my heart. “I love you, Bella.”

She gasps. “What?”

“I love you.” I hold her warm brown gaze with mine. “From the moment I saw you, hell, before that. When you tried to cut me in half through the door. You’re it for me. I will never love another, never touch another, never want—”

She kisses me hard. I answer, mauling her mouth with the possessiveness I feel for her. She has to sense it, to know what I’m saying is the truth. No one has ever meant more to me than the woman in front of me. I just wish she’d believe it.

“I have to go apologize.” She pulls back.

“No.” I reach up her skirt and grab her panties, then yank them right off.

“Santino!” She clutches my shoulders as I free my cock and notch it against her entrance.

“If you won’t believe my mouth, maybe you’ll believe this.” With a hard thrust, I push all the way inside her.

Her moan lights me up from the inside, and I fuck her, giving her no quarter as I thrust and pull her hips to me. Deep and hard, I take her. The desk scoots across the floor, her fingernails dig into my skin, and when I take her mouth again, I tongue her with the same ferocity as I’m fucking her.

She answers, her tongue warring with mine, both of us finally becoming one, becoming the pair that was meant to be. Because I love her, and now she knows.

When I reach down and flick her clit, she comes on a cry. I swallow the sound and shove deep, my cock kicking as I release my seed inside her, coating her slick walls with me.

When we’re spent and trying to catch our breaths, I pull her close, holding her as she clings to me.

“You love me?” she pants.

“With everything I am.” I kiss her sweaty forehead.

She squeezes me tighter, and we stay that way for a long time. The two of us. My heart in her hands. Our futures twining together as one.

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