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I smirked. Mt girl didn’t have to ask twice. I positioned myself between her legs, my cock pressing against her entrance.“Look at me,” I demanded, and she obeyed, her eyes locking onto mine. “You’re mine.”

“Yours.” She repeated.

And with that, I thrust into her, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. She cried out, her nails raking down my back as I stretched her, filled her, and claimed her in the most delicious way possible. I didn’t give her time to adjust—I couldn’t. The need was too fucking strong.

I set a punishing pace, fucking her with a ferocity that left no room for doubt. She was mine—every moan, every gasp, every goddamn inch of her. Her legs wrapped tighter around me, pulling me deeper as she met every thrust with one of her own.

“Harder,” she breathed, her voice breaking on the word. “Like you mean it.”

I complied, slamming into her with enough force to make the bedframe creak. Her pussy clenched around me, her orgasm building with every thrust.

“Come for me,” I growled, my voice a command she couldn’t ignore. Her body obeyed beautifully, her back arching off the bed as she came undone beneath me. Her pussy spasmed around my cock, milking every drop of pleasure from me as I followed her over the edge.

SIX

Isabella

What the hell was I thinking? I crossed a line, and there would be consequences. He was perfect. The sex was incredible, but my father would have Dominic killed if he ever found out. I slipped out from under his arms and into my dress as quietly as humanly possible.

But the man stirred anyway, sitting up in the bed

He sat up in bed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Stay,” he says. “It’s the middle of the night.”

My heart constricted at the need in his eyes, and for a moment, I almost caved. “I can't...” I said as I fastened the zipper on my dress, attempting to restore some semblance of control over my life. “My father will send out the soldiers if he doesn’t see me at breakfast.”

“Fuck breakfast!” he growled, grabbing my wrist as I reached for my shoes.“I know you feel it, too.”

“Of course, I feel it,” I retorted, meeting his gaze head-on. “I feel something for you, but how can we possibly be together? My father, Rico, they would never approve, and I... I just need to think.” I didn’t want to tell him the truth. Anything but that.

“Isabella?” he called out to me, but I ignored him. He climbed out of bed naked as the day he was born. “Isabella, I mean it, stay.”

I glanced over my shoulder and quickly looked away before I could change my mind. His tall, muscular body covered in tattoos and those gunmetal gray orbs piercing my soul were too much for me to take. This was the worst possible idea.

***

“Where have you been?” Rico slurred, his words thick and uneven, as he stumbled out of the den, catching sight of me walking past. His eyes narrowed with suspicion.I didn’t think he’d be home, let alone waiting up. Did he see me leave the club with Dominic?

I stopped, turning to face him.

“How is that any of your business, Enrico?”

His drunken glare sharpened, and he stepped toward me, his breath smelling of whiskey and bitterness.

“Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on. You’ve been making deals behind my back. You’ve gone to Father—haven’t you? Trying to take what’s mine?” His voice rises, filled with a mix of rage and desperation. “I’m supposed to be the next Don. Not you. Me. Me!”

I opened my mouth to respond, but the words faltered before they could come out.

“Listen to me,” I finally said, “It’s Father’s decision. You know that. He’s the one who decides who runs this family. This isn’t even what I want.”

Rico laughed, but there was no humor in it, just anger—misplaced and dangerous. “So, that’s it, huh? You’re just going to sit back and let him do this? You think I don’t know what he’s doing? I could tell the Saviano’s what he’s planning.” His eyes darkened as he staggered a little closer.

A cold chill ran down my spine. The Don would never approve of treachery, especially from his own flesh and blood. And that would compromise the mission. My mission.

“Rico, don’t do this,” I pleaded, backing away from him. “You know the consequences.”

Rico laughed again, the sound maniacal and wild in the dimly lit hallway. “I might just take my chances. What about it, little sister? Ready to watch your precious family empire crumble around you?”

He swayed on his feet, his handsome features twisted in a mask of jealousy and hate. God, he was too drunk to reason with.

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