Page 87 of Savage Prince

But I can have a happy now.

Her hands drift to my neck, then down my back and I tense as she glides across the puckered skin. Her eyes lift to mine, and I see it. Pity.Dio, she knows. She has seen the scars hidden beneath the canvas of tattoos.

“What happened?” she whispers.

I heave out a breath, dreading this conversation. “Fire…”

“Well, I guessed that much.” Her hand dives deeper, gently massaging the sensitive flesh. “But how?”

“I went back intoPapà’s villa after Raf and Isabella?—”

“You were there that day?” Her eyes widen as they regard me.

My head dips slowly, as I draw lazy circles across her bare shoulder. “They didn’t see me. I arrived as they were running from the blazing inferno.” Leaning my chin against Serena’s chest, I lock my gaze to hers. “I went in to look for my father. That’s how much of a hold that man had on me. He fucked up our whole lives, and still, I ran into a burning building to try to save him.”

“But he was already dead?”

I nod again. Clearly, she’d heard the story from my brother.

“I carried his body out…” I shake my head, the weight of the confession pressing in on me. “Then I got thelex talionistattoo, so I’d never forget.”

“Kind of like the violets I got for my Nonna.” She squeezes her mouth into a tight line. “Shit, Antonio, I’m sorry, that was a really shitty comparison.”

“No… it’s sweet. And anyway, I’m not sorry. It had to be done.” A rueful grin tugs up the corners of his lips. “And if it hadn’t been for that hellish escape from the fire, in which I cursed my brother and his Isabella every step of the way, I never would have found you.”

A soft laugh escapes through Serena’s lips. “So you’re saying you’re glad you endured a horrible fire because it pushed you to the edge of insanity and forced you to abduct me?”

“Well, when you say it like that, I do sound crazy.” A chuckle vibrates my own chest. “But I guess you must have already known that.”

“And still, here I am.”

I guide myself to her slick entrance with those mesmerizing orbs still staring up at me. “Everything will work out as it’s supposed to,tesoro,” I whisper against her lips before I roll my hips back and thrust, sheathing myself to the hilt.

Our moans echo in unison across the room, and for the first time I can remember since being with a woman, I keep my eyes locked to hers the entire time. I drive into her deeper, longer, slower, and with every part of my being. Until I can no longer tell where I end and she begins.

And the longer it lasts, the more terrified I become.

Because suddenly, I don’t want to die, and I don’t want this to be the last time with Serena. I want to spend the rest of my life fucking her, claiming her, maybe one day even loving her.

Dawn breaks, spilling light into the dark room, and overwhelming dread fills my chest. Serena lies on top of me, her soft breaths escaping in time with the rise and fall of my chest. Our time is up. I didn’t sleep all night, or what little was left of it after we’d had enough of each other. Well, that isn’t entirely true as I don’t think I’d ever have enough of Serena.

Four times and we were spent. She was too sleepy to keep her eyes open, but still she held onto my cock like it belonged to her. And I think it does.

With her laying on top of me all night, I’m ready for round five, despite the exhaustion. I don’t need sleep, I don’t need anything but that hot, wet pussy welcoming me home. Worse, it’s more than just my physical desire for her. She’s all I think about, her safety, her happiness, all the shit I’ve put her through. I can’t get any of it out of my head.

I’m completely fucked.

What if I don’t take her to the airport? What if I force her to run with me? This all started as an abduction anyway. How much more could she hate me?

She stirs above me as if she’s heard my thoughts or maybe she feels my raging erection poking her in the stomach. Her head lifts and hooded lids meet mine as her lips slide into a smile. “Morning.”

“Buongiorno, tesoro.”Only there’s nothing good about this morning.

“Is it time to wake up?” She yawns and stretches out on top of me, grazing my cock. Her eyes brighten, and the hint of a smile flashes across her face. “Or do we have time for one more quickie?”

I can’t help the chuckle from rumbling my chest. “I wish we did, but unfortunately, we’ll have to leave soon, and if I have you just one more time, I’m not certain I’ll ever let you walk out of here again.”

The slight line between her brows deepens. “It doesn’t have to be the last time, Toni. I’ll be back in Milano before long and maybe?—”

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