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“I’m okay.”

I lick the corners of her mouth and tease my fingers under the hem of my oversized shirt on her beautiful body.

“Good, because nothing will stop me from filling that tight little pussy this morning.”

She pulls back.

“You’d take me even if I said I was too sore?”

I dip my fingers between her legs and groan as I find her already wet.

“A bit of soreness just means I get to have more fun before I sink my cock into you, and I’d happily tease you All. Day. Long.” I punctuate my words with nips and licks of her lips and little teasing circles of my fingers.

She steals pieces of my soul with her open response.

“Yes, please.”

Keeping her out of my heart was never an option. I need her closer. Deeper. Harder.

She’s mine.

I’ll do anything to keep her safe.

Even if it means protecting her from me.

Chapter 13

Serenity Vivaldi

I shift in my seatand fight against the blush rising from my toes as my sore pussy complains. Emotions clog my throat and I flip to the next page as the rest of my group does the same.

This week needs to end. Group critiques are the worst. At least we finished eviscerating my project for the day and can focus on other people’s sculptures.

From the high of my sexual awakening last night and the sensual ecstasy of this morning to the low of the awkward car ride and the painful words of my peers, my head hurts from the emotional swings.

Donald’s laugh pulls me out of my musings. Becca opens her mouth to send him a scathing retort, but her eyes widen and her thoughts drain away as she glances over my shoulder. As I turn to look, Ralf’s expression darkens, and fear twists my stomach.

Nico, sans his coat and tie, with the sleeves of his button down rolled up to reveal his forearms, strides down the amphitheater aisle toward my group.

No, not toward my group. Straight towardme.

My heart gives a heavy squeeze as my lower half melts.

I appreciate his attempt to blend into the college atmosphere, but the casual look iswaytoo sexy on him. Every feminine eye follows his progress down the steps. Becca’s reaction flashes through my mind’s eye.

Jealousy eats at my insides like acid. I swallow and clench my hands into fists. Violence terrifies and disgusts me, but Nico brings out the worst in me. A week ago, when my parents changed the terms of the Vivaldi-Russo marriage contract, I came so close to punching Nico in the face. Today, I want to slap every woman on campus.

He’s ruined me.

My anger morphs to apprehension as he continues down the steps toward me. The sun shines off his pitch-black hair and highlights his honeyed complexion. His tattoos add an extra edge to his menacing aura. Butterflies attack my belly as he traps me in his hungry gaze.

Becca says something, but I can’t hear her over the pounding of my heart. I stand when he’s a few rows away, not wanting to meet him at too much of a disadvantage, but his smirk steals the strength from my legs.

He slides his arm around me, grabs my waist, and pivots me to face my group as he tucks me against his side.

“Introduce me to your friends,principessa,” he says.

I vaguely recall Becca asking who the mystery hunk was and if he was single. Joy blooms through me as I realize he’s openly declaring he is, in fact,notsingle, until I notice the wariness on the other guys’ faces.

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