Page 128 of La Dolce Vita

"Are you okay? Hungry? Thirsty?"

"Tired," Dominic said.

"Come to bed," she extended her hand.

"I'm going down the hall to shower. I smell of outdoors," he said.

Their bedroom didn't have a bathroom. In fact, in this old villa, the only one that did was the one Mirabella, and Giovanni shared. He looked so tired as he headed for the door.

"Skip the shower. Come to bed. I need you," she said.

He paused. He looked at her and his brows lowered with concern. She smiled and wiggled her fingers. "Come to bed."

Dominic tossed the robe to the chair. He removed his dirt caked shoes and undressed. Catalina drew back the covers. She opened her arms to him. His body was warm and sweaty; he smelled of musk and aftershave. And she loved every inch of him.

"I'm sorry, I haven't spent more than a few hours with you since we came home," he said and kissed her neck as he touched her wherever he pleased.

"Is everything okay, Domi?" she asked.

"It will be. Giovanni will make sure of it," he smiled. He kissed her cheek. She parted her thighs so he could touch her there. He did with a palm strike.

"Mmm, I've missed you today," he said and rolled over on top of her.

"Domi?" she said.

"Yes," he answered as he slipped down her body and pulled up her silk camisole with his teeth.

"I need to leave for Paris. Tomorrow. Me and Rosetta. I have so much work to do. I've already booked the flight."

Dominic paused. He looked up at her with concern with the sheet making a tent over his head. "Why so soon?"

"I was supposed to be there two days ago. Remember? The show is next week. The sooner I leave the sooner I get back, and we can start planning our wedding. I'm tired of waiting. Aren't you?"

He smiled. But his smile faded. "Shit," he said.

He laid his head on her tummy as he rested between her thighs. She rubbed the top of his head.

"Gio and Lorenzo are taking everyone to America for two weeks. It's just a bad time. I'll be buried with... dealing with stuff. I can't come with you, Catalina."

"I know," she said.

"I want to. I'm proud of you," he said.

"I know," she said, and her eyes misted over with tears. "I love you, Domi. No matter what, I love you. I always have. I always will. I'll do anything to protect you."

He chuckled. "I know," he said imitating her voice. That tickled her. She loved to be teased by Domi. It reminded her of sweeter times when they were younger. And then he disappeared under the sheets. His mouth found her center and her cheeks burned from the flushed heat spiking her temperature. She clutched her own breasts and squeezed them when he flicked his tongue wickedly over her clit. The soft sweet lashes sent currents of pleasure through her pelvis. The moment stretched, and the desire coiled tighter and tighter around her wound. Domi sucked and licked her below until all of her emotion and passion crashed, and tears filled her eyes. She often wept when she came with Domi. Silent tears of release and joy. When he eased his body up hers, and they were belly to belly, he thrust his dick inside.

Words, sweet, loving words of adoration came from his lips as he kissed her tears away. She opened her eyes to look into his as he made love to her. Catalina wrapped her arms around his neck and moved beneath him the way he liked. Their passion timed completely in sync before they both collapsed under the weight of it. Satisfied and loved, she lay there as he shuddered through his final release.

"I'm going to miss you, Domi," she said softly.

"Don't worry,piccoletta,you won't be gone for long."

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Carlo threw his keys on the dresser. He was dead on his feet. And a little irritated to learn that his idiot lieutenant had let the woman he needed at the moment to escape. She was supposed to get him close to Alek Baldamenti. But that proved to be a problem to be resolved another day. He walked into the bathroom removing his shirt. The sun would be up soon. He had about six hours before he needed to be out the door. It would have to be enough time to gain his strength. Though he doubted, he'd find the inner peace to sleep. As he washed his face, the events of the day crashed in on his mind.

Tonight the boss had called a secretive meeting with the clan bosses of theCamorra. All were in attendance. They met in a barn a mile away from the vineyard. He and his men had to cover the entire forested area to make sure there were no surprises. He was always tense when other families converged near the Battaglias. Though he had to summon restraint in the name of peace he carried an inner blood lust that craved the brutal acts of vengeance and anarchy. Maybe Giovanni would take his war to the streets with the Mafia, and he could get his hatchet wet. He looked forward to it.

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