Page 41 of Risky Vows

I got this.

My brother advised me to talk to Massimo. That should be my first call to action. When, though? And how can I convince him to let my brother join the family business in an active role? It's obvious Alonzo wants to be at a higher capacity than Massimo will let him, especially after being back after years of not working and having lost contacts.

I need to consider a lot. I've tabled the subject because a part of me hoped my brother would prefer to live in anonymity, far from family drama, from the bad memories of the fight that cost him three years of his life. That would have been wonderful.

I'll tell Massimo, but I need to rehearse in front of a mirror a few times. Maybe have a shot of tequila first. Pick a day this week when he's in a particularly good mood and tell him.

Fuck. He'll feel betrayed. I know it. He'll be angry.

I hear the garage door open.

I know Anthony is out with the other guards. Thankfully, I have semi-privacy in this house, especially after Colleen leaves for the day.

Massimo walks in, removing his tie, with his jacket already off. God, is he gorgeous.

The sight of him is something I never tire of.

He's quiet, with a closed expression, which signals he must have had a bad day at work. I often prefer not to ask for details, and he won't give them to me anyway—he says it's for my safety, and I believe him.

"Hey. You're here early," I say, looking at the phone's clock. "It's five thirty."

"Yeah. Miss me?" He leans against the threshold.

I chew my lower lip. Lying is of no use. "Terribly."

He enters the kitchen. "How was your day?"

"Good. Yours?"

He looks at me, his eyes so intense. "Good."

I can't resist running up to him and leaping into his arms, locking my lips with his in a passionate kiss. Even if it's temporary, I want to forget my problems. Tomorrow morning, I'll rehearse in front of the mirror and talk to him.

I'm giving myself one more night of happiness.

25

Amara

Massimo easesme onto the mattress, then covers my body with his. For the last few minutes, our lips have been locked into an endless kiss—a greedy beast. The more we kiss, the hungrier it gets. There's something different about him tonight, but I can't quite put my finger on it.

Meanwhile, I'm putting my fingers on him, scratching his neck, touching his bare chest. He's removed his clothes, leaving them on the floor, as he dragged me upstairs.

We're naked, lusting for each other.

Tonight's the last night before I tell him about my brother. Everything will change tomorrow, which fuels me to enjoy every second of our time together even more than usual. The world may as well be swept from under me tomorrow, but it's still here tonight. He's still here.

"Massimo," I whisper when he finally disengages his mouth from mine and removes my shirt over my head. "I love you."

His eyes catch mine, and I detect surprise and confusion in his stare. He surely wasn't expecting those words from me, andfuck, neither was I. They escape my lips like a revelation but with the seriousness of a devout cult follower. I've felt this way for weeks, maybe months. And now it's time to say it—while I still can.

"You don't have to say it too," I say, not wanting to pressure him now. "But I love you. So, so much."

Without breaking eye contact, he parts my thighs and slams his cock into me. His thrust is so powerful and deep that we groan at the same time. My inner walls stretch to accommodate him, throbbing. His cock throbs violently, making me pulse, unable able to know if it comes from my heart, my throat, my pussy, or my wrists. Everything is connected, squeezing my breath from my lungs. I'm so full, so fulfilled, so fucking complete that it's hard to think.

"Yes. Oh, yes," I yelp.

He rails me with hard thrusts. I'm so tender, so sensitive, that when he embraces me, and his piercings rub against my skin, a fiery sensation ravishes me, and the most powerful orgasm hits me.

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