Page 111 of Ruthless Redemption

“And will you call me your dirty little whore like you did in front of my daughter?” she drawls over her shoulder.

“You were never my whore.” I kiss her jaw. Her cheek. “You werela mia piccola sporcacciona—my dirty little girl.”

Her lips tweak before she turns back to face the ocean. “Apparently, not all Italian words turn me on.”

“Are you sure?” I grin against her neck. “We’ll make love under the Sorrento moon and I’ll remind you whygliItalianihave such a great reputation in the bedroom.” I slide my hands over her abdomen to the apex of her thighs.

“You’ve already shown me more than enough of your bedroom skills to have formed an unshakable reputation.”

“But there’s still so much to learn about the intricacies of your body,mia dea.” I rub a thumb over her jeans zipper, my dick hardening at how she inches up to meet the friction. “We have years of discovery ahead of us.”

“Not if Emmanuel gets his way.”

“He won’t. We’ll bury him. We’ll bathe in his blood if you like.”

She cranes her neck, giving me better access to the sensitive skin below her ear. “I just want to be free.”

“Then we’ll find freedom together.” I scrape my teeth along her carotid. Release the button on her jeans. “We’ll find everything your heart desires.”

She swallows as I lower her zipper. “We shouldn’t. Your brothers are here.”

I cock my ear toward the hall, listening. “I don’t hear much of anything. Do you?”

There’s only her shaky breathing.

She slowly shifts against my thigh, nudging her ass against my cock. “What about Bishop?”

I kiss the base of her neck, the skin awash with goose bumps. “What about him?”

“Is he still in the house?”

“I don’t know.” I turn my face toward the door. “Bishop, are you still here?”

“Yeah?” His shout carries from the living room, his footsteps following as I slide a hand beneath the waistband of her silken panties.

“What are you doing?” She grabs my wrist.

“What we’ve always done.”

Bishop enters the doorway, meeting my gaze with a roll of his eyes. “You couldn’t have waited for a more appropriate time to summon me?”

“Where are my brothers?”

He strolls into the room, his hands casually sliding into his pockets as he approaches. “They said they had a car nearby and needed to borrow the Lincoln to retrieve it. I respectfully declined their request, so the gimp and his sidekick are now walking to get it. Hopefully never to return.”

“See? You have nothing to worry about.” I nuzzle Layla’s neck. “We’re all alone.”

Her nails dig into my wrist in warning.

Bishop rounds the bed to stop before us, his attention pinned to Layla who turns rigid under his appraisal. “I suspect we have differing interpretations of ‘alone.’”

“We have differing interpretations on a lot of things.” I delve my hand lower. “But I think, when it comes to the woman in my arms, we have similar views, too.”

“Meaning?” she pants.

“Meaning the heartless son of a bitch standing before us was worried about you earlier. In fact, he was downright territorial and aggressively protective.” I graze my touch over her clit, earning a jolt in response.

She gasps. “I find that hard to believe.”

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