Page 104 of Milo

"I can think of a few things to put into your mouth," he rasps across my lips as he carries me into the bedroom.

"I—"

Milo drags his wet tongue along the slope of my neck. Who am I kidding? The Christmas market will be there in an hour. His warm palm circles my tender breasts as he kicks open the bedroom door. Four hours. He rolls my stiff nipples between his skilled fingers. Tomorrow. He drops me on the bed and removes his shirt, peering down at me with his goddamn sexy eyes.

Fucking hell, we can always come back next year.

"Cara!" Julia exclaims, dashing toward me and Milo as we enter the estate. "How I've missed you!"

"You need to find some new friends, Julia," Milo huffs, wrapping his arms around my waist as Gio brings our luggage inside and disappears down the hall with the rest of the men. "Kiara will be very busy from now on. I intend to take up most of her time."

"Shut up little brother and let me give her a hug." Julia yanks my wrist, pulling me into her arms as she sways me back and forth. "How was Milano? What did you do? Did you go to Castello Sforzesco? Teatro Alla Scala? Oh, did he take you to Galleria Vittorio Emanuele? I love it there, so beautiful."

"Uh—" I stammer, clearing my throat. "He took me to a lot of very magical places."

None of them were outside our hotel room but they were magical.

Otherworldly.

"Hmm." Julia pulls back, frowning as her inspective gaze floats down my body. "You are standing weird, wobbly, what happened to you? Are you sick? Hurt?"

Oh, God. Is that obvious? This is what happens when you try to mimic a contortionist. Idiot. The body is only meant to bend at certain angles. Never again.

Milo expels a knowing chuckle. I shoot him a glare. Fucking deviant.

"No, no!" I let out a nervous laugh, my cheeks burning up. "It was just a long drive."

"Alright," Julia says dubiously. "Well, dinner will be ready at eight. You will join us, no?"

"Of course, she will," Milo interjects, draping his arm around my shoulder and kissing my temple. "Right, Kiara?"

"Right…” I lean into his embrace. Dinner. With the whole family. For the first time. Not a big deal. No big deal. "I'll be there."

"Ah!" Julia claps her hands. "Excellent! I will inform Teresa to set another spot at the table."

"Next to me.” Milo meets his sister's surprised expression. "On the right."

Julia blinks. "Are you sure?" she asks in Italian. Did she forget I can understand? "Milo?—"

Milo nods, glancing down at me with a warm smile. "Yes, I am positive."

I purse my lips, my brows knitted together in confusion. "What's going on? What are you talking about?"

"Nothing, cara.” Julia presses her lips into a thin line, her bright eyes glinting with approval. "Forget about it. Go get dressed and I'll see you at dinner, yes?"

"Okay..." My gaze darts between the two siblings who seem to be in on the same joke. "See you later, I guess."

"Go go," Julia says, shooing us up the stairs. "I must go get the good wine!"

Am I missing something?

"Care to explain what just happened?" I ask Milo as we make our way up the stairs. "Why is Julia getting the good wine?"

"You are so full of questions, tesoro," Milo chuckles, kissing my knuckles as we round the staircase. "Let your mind relax. Just for a moment."

I let out a grumbled sigh. "It's hard to relax when you speak in code half the time."

"Don't worry," Milo laughs. "Soon you will be fluent in mafia. Give it a few weeks, you will catch on."

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