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A strange voice began cursing at me in my language. “Chi cazzo credi di essere?”Who the fuck do you think you are?“You dare to fuck my daughter? You parade her around the city like your mantenuta? You fucking pig, Benetti.”

Flavio Segreto.

I gripped the glass and metal rectangle in my hand, yet my voice was calm. “Segreto. It’s nice to hear from you. Maybe we could meet in person and discuss your issues with me.”

“Are you so eager to die, then? The only reason I didn’t put a bullet in your head today was because my daughter was with you.”

I snorted. “Don’t act like you care about her. You’ve ignored her for years.”

“You don’t know shit, Benetti. Stay the fuck away from her.”

“Do you think I’m afraid of you? A coward who stole money and then disappeared? Ma dai, stronzo.”

“Again, you don’t know shit. If you don’t leave Val alone, you’d better watch your back. Because I’m coming for you.”

He disconnected.

Aldo spoke up in the front seat. “Was that Segreto? What did he want?”

I nodded. “He’s obviously nearby, watching her. He followed us to the city.” Thinking, I tapped my mobile on my leg. If I could getmy hands on Segreto, I could find out why Rossi wanted him and what that had to do with Palmieri.

I rang my brother. Sergio picked up on the first ring. Before he said a word, I ordered, “Get your ass to New York and bring two dozen men with you.”

Chapter Twenty

Valentina

Iwas barely awake when Luca lifted my leg and pushed his very hard cock inside me. I was wet but not entirely ready, so it took him three thrusts to get all the way inside. “Oh, yes,” he whispered in my ear, his warm chest tight to my back. “This is what I need. Your pussy, strangling my dick.”

He didn’t move, just stayed still, letting me adjust. His hand cupped my breast and strong fingers plucked at my nipple, rolling it. We were in his bed at the mansion, because he’d won the argument about where I would sleep last night.

At the moment I wasn’t regretting that decision in the least.

Ribbons of pleasure unfurled in my belly, my senses overloaded with the way he surrounded me both inside and out. Like how his breath heated my skin, the coarse hair from his chest and legs rubbing against me. I could feel myself growing wetter, my need building, so I arched and wrapped an arm around his neck. “Baby,” I breathed, incapable of saying more.

He groaned and rocked his hips. “Fuck, amore.”

I knew that word.Love.Italians used it as an endearment, but Luca hadn’t said it to me before. And hearing him utter it in his sexy bedroom voice? I melted like warm butter. “I need you,” I said over my shoulder.

“Get on your knees. I’m going to fuck you hard.”

As if in a daze, I got up on my hands and knees, and he positioned me where he wanted me. Then he was pushing inside again and I moaned loudly into the sheets. The pressure, the heat . . . god, it was so good. He was taking up all the space inside me until there wasn’t room for anything else, no thoughts or worries. No responsibilities. I was focused solely on him and me and the way we fit together.

This was the best stress relief ever created.

He started moving then, hips slamming into me repeatedly as his cock sawed in and out of my channel. It was brutal, punishing, with each thrust rattling my bones . . . and I loved it. “Don’t stop,” I demanded. “Oh god, Luca.”

He drove deep and hit the perfect spot every time. I floated, lost in the rhythm, with each stroke better than the last. All I could do was dig my fingers into the mattress and hold on, muscles tightening as I climbed higher. Were there people who thought older men didn’t have stamina?Jesus. Luca could prove them wrong.

“Reach down,” he said between thrusts. “Play with your clit and come on my cock.”

I balanced on one forearm, then put my fingers between my legs. My flesh was swollen, slick, so sensitive, and I rolled my clit in tight circles. The tips of my fingers brushed his shaft and he grunted. “That’s it. Pull it out of me. I have so much come stored up for you and I’m going to give it to you, every drop.” I brushed his balls this time and the response was instant. His hips stuttered as he shouted, “Fuck! You need to hurry!”

I swirled faster, rubbing my clit, gasping as the pleasure doubled, tripled. I was moaning the whole time, Luca’s dick hammering into me, and then I felt his hand between my ass cheeks, his thumb tracing my rear hole. Tingles rippled through my entire body, a mixture offear and excitement. Was he going to touch me there? I wasn’t sure if I was going to?—

Without warning, the tip of his thumb slipped inside, breaching the tight ring of muscle, and the orgasm hit me like a wall. Euphoria surged through me. I began trembling, shaking, my voice echoing off the high ceiling in Luca’s bedroom. “Oh my god! Luca,fuck!”

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged, holding on as he ground his hips into me. I could feel his cock thicken as he started to come. “Cazzo madre di dio,” he growled. “So fucking good.”

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