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He’s growling curses as he wraps the towel around his waist. I almost suggest putting on the clothes I hung for him to dry, but his lethal expression stills my tongue. Once we’re both mostly clothed, we settle on the floor across from each other and I recount my story from the moment I woke up finding himburning up to a few minutes ago when I raced back into the boathouse.

When I finish, he just stares at me for a long moment. “Why did you come back?”

Ugh, not this again. “I don’t know, okay? I guess I’m just a sucker for half-dead men with huge cocks.”

The ghost of a smile flickers across his face, but he shuts it down before it really shines. “You did the right thing contacting your family,” he finally breathes out. “And I’ll be sure to get you back to Milano in time to meet with your cousin.”

“I’m not sure it’ll be that easy now that I’ve been spotted.” I point at the shopping bags by the door. “At least we have food and a phone though.”

“I’ll find a way to get us out of this mess, I swear it.”

CHAPTER 37

AFRAID OF THE TRUTH

Antonio

Chomping down on the apple, I tear the soft pulp to shreds before forcing it down my throat. I’m not the least bit hungry but Serena insisted I eat. Lingering anger still pulses through my veins knowing Serena was nearly captured while I lay here like a uselessstronzo.Dio, if something had happened to her when she went into the city alone… I grit my teeth to overpower the ache in my chest. And this ache isn’t from the healing wound, no it’s far deeper than that and ten times more frightening.

I watch her from the lounge chair as she upends the shopping bag and my sweatsuit along with my gun crashes onto the floor. I was right, she had taken it. Smart girl. “I’ll hold onto this for now.” She places the gun on the counter and in my current state I’m pretty useless to do a damned thing about it.

“As if I could stop you.”

Serena tosses me a grin before she begins to rifle through the grocery bag, plucking out ripe peaches and a container ofstrawberries. Instantly, I’m hard again as the sweet scent of the berries fills my nostrils, reminding me of her tempting taste. And with only the towel slung across my hips, it’s painfully obvious. Willing my stupid dick down, I focus on the canoe hanging from the opposite wall, the pills thrown on the lounger, anything but those lips closing around the ripe red fruit and the soft moans spilling out.

“Serena,” I finally hiss as my dick thickens to uncomfortable lengths.

“What?” She glances up at me, all blue-eyed innocence as she pops yet another strawberry into that perfect mouth. That mouth that’s just begging to be fucked again. I squeeze my eyes closed and chase away the torturous images.

“Can’t you eat in silence?” I growl, shifting so the tent across my lap isn’t quite so obvious.

A wicked grin curls her lips as she takes another bite, this one excruciatingly slowly before she runs her tongue across her bottom lip. “Oh, does this bother you?” She teases the tip of the berry with her tongue before she unlocks her jaw, and it disappears into that tempting mouth. She’s torturing me now, and I’m well aware of it. She’s still angry I didn’t let her finish earlier. It was the least punishment she deserved after risking her life by going into town to save me.

“Yes,” I hiss.

Putting aside the bag of fruit, she crawls over on her hands and knees, mischievous blue orbs staring up at me. She’s only wearing that new blouse and those tiny panties she bought. Her back is arched, and she moves closer, perky ass in the air.Dio, it would be so easy to pick back up where we left off.

Serena finally stops just a hairsbreadth before she reaches me and rises onto her knees, placing a hand on each one of my legs. Sweet strawberry juice still coats her lips, glistening beneath the dim lighting. Her thumbs trail my inner thigh asher gaze latches onto my blatant erection. “You did say we could finish after I told you…”

“No,” I rasp out, my rough voice betraying me.

“Seriously?” She cants her head to the side.

“Think of it as your punishment for disobeying me.”

She releases my knees, slamming her hands on her bare hips. “How did I disobey you? You never told me not to leave the boathouse.”

“I told you to leaveme!”

“And I clearly told you to fuck off.”

“It was a poor decision.”

“You’re a poor decision,” she bites back, and she couldn’t be more correct on that count.

“You’re right, so leave.”

“An hour ago you promised to get me to my cousin in Milano.”

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