Page 32 of Borrowed Bride

I come with a deep moan into her mouth and she reaches her second orgasm at the same time. We clutch at each other, trembling and twitching, then we collapse into a sweat-slicked pile on the sheets, panting.

“Holy shit,” Gianna gasps. “That was amazing.”

I agree with a grunt because when I look in her eyes, my heart soars.

Am I falling for her?

I think I have.

Because the thought of our deal coming to an end and her walking away suddenly leaves my lungs without air and I tighten my grip around her, pressing her naked body against me.

Would it be terrible to turn this fake marriage into a real one?

Could I actually have a real family?

Just as I’m about to ask her, my phone blares from my jeans pocket and Gianna slides away from me.

“I’m going to take a shower,” she says. “Wanna join me?”

“Definitely,” I reply, watching her shapely ass sway toward the en suite.

I have to check my phone first, and I’m glad I do because a single message flashes on my screen.

We’ve got him.

They have Leonardo.

The shower clunks on behind me and my cock twitches.

I’ll let him stew. Then I’ll go to him and beat the truth out of him.

But first?

I need a shower.

13

GIANNA

The sensible choice would have been to stay at the mansion and soak up the wildly intense, growing feelings I have for Marco. They’ve swept up so quickly that he takes my breath away just by being near me, and the way he fucks me leaves me feeling owned and claimed.

Like I finally have a place to belong.

But after our shower together, I overheard his phone call. He has Leonardo cornered and he’s going to kill him.

If Marco succeeds, then I’ll have no idea what the connection between him and Cherry is.

Duping Anton and Ben with a fake illness was rather terrifying since they’ve been on me like bees on honey since the last time I snuck away to see Emilia, but I put on an incredible performance of stomach pains, sickness, and the threat that if they didn’t get me help, Marco would surely kill them.

In their absence, I used all my skills to sneak out of the manor, making it into the back of one of the last cars to leave the parking area.

Ideally, this would be the perfect way to escape if that was still my priority, but Cherry’s arrival has changed all of my plans.I need to know the truth because if she is here for me, and revenge, Marco may be the only thing standing between me and death.

I tuck myself down on the floor of the backseat, hidden by shadows. It’s cold and uncomfortable, but as two guards climb in, grumbling about the time of night, I know I’ve made the right choice. Thankfully, neither of them checks the back seat, and I remain undiscovered as the car roars to life.

“He’s not walking out of this alive,” the one driving says, sliding his leather-clad hands around the steering wheel.

My heart punches hard against my ribs as I’m uncertain who exactly they are talking about.

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