Page 103 of Doll's Eye

I won’t say the words out loud, but I know the weakness he’s referring to. The thought of me leaving…

“Do you want me to grab some food to bring up for you?” I ask him as we leave his office together.

“I’m alright,mia amata.” The torpidity oozes from his tone.

“Are you sure? You hardly ate anything.”

“Food can wait till tomorrow,” he murmurs. “I want to shower with you.” He nuzzles his face against the top of my head. “And go to bed with you.”

“Sounds like perfection.”

The shower is spent in silence as we robotically wash ourselves and climb out as soon as we’re done. I check his wounds for him after we brush our teeth and head off to bed dragging our feet the entire way.

Peeling the covers back, we slip into bed and both sigh. “Come here, my love,” he says slipping his arm under me and I slide over into his side and use his chest as my pillow. I begin tracing one of his scars absentmindedly. I haven’t done this since before I left, but it’s a habit I never kicked. “You’ll certainly have more scars to caress.”

His depressing tone has me looking up at him with my eyebrows pinched. He stares blankly up at the ceiling with one arm tucked behind his head. “Does that bother you?” He doesn’t answer, and I cannot believe my eyes. Is Massimo…self-conscious? “Massimo.” I climb up to my knees and straddle his waist to get his attention. “You could have scars all over your face, and I would still find you the most sexy and handsome man known to this world,” I say so earnestly that he actually cracks a smile. Grabbing his face, I force him to look at me. “I fucking love you, Massimo. Scars, no scars. Even if you didn’t have a face at all. I loveyou.”

The tension in his face vanishes, and he reaches up to cup the back of my head, pulling me down to him. “Say it again. Tell me you love me for me.”

“I love you for you, Massimo.Siamo fatti l’uno all’altra.”We were made for each other.

His twilight meets my midnight, yet somehow, we create light.

Chapter fifty-two

Alessia

“Idon’t like surprises,” I whine.

“You’ll like this one,cara mia.” He bends his head down to capture my lips. My body automatically arches to fit against his and his tongue sweeps in to brush up against mine making me moan.

“How about we postpone this surprise just a little bit?” I murmur.

“I promise we’ll have plenty of time to do this with the surprise.”

I cling to him with my arms around his neck and pout. “But I want you.”

“Oh,gattina. You make it near impossible to say no to you.”

“Then don’t. Let’s fuck.” I kiss him.

Massimo chuckles when I climb him like a tree and wrap my limbs around him. I swallow it up and begin kissing him deeply. He does not disappoint or deny me.

Quickies are never unsatisfying or underwhelming between us. The orgasms are always just as earth-shattering, and we’re still gasping for air by the end.

“Pack your bags,bambina,” he says when we peels his hot body from mine. “We’re going to Italy.” He smacks my butt and uses my state of shock to slip away from me.

“Italy?”

It turns out the whole De Luca clan is headed off to Italy. Our wedding was two months ago, and because of so much going on, we only had time for a short honeymoon to a private island in the Caribbean. And when I say short honeymoon, I mean way too short. I could’ve spent weeks with Massimo on that island.

At first, when he informed me his siblings were coming, I was a little disappointed not to have him all to myself, but then he assured me that where we’re staying, we’ll have plenty of privacy. As long as I can have him as much as I want, I’m satisfied because he will be satisfying me multiple times a day.

The flight to Italy is about nine hours, so we leave around midnight. I cuddle up to my husband and fall asleep in the private room. My husband, whom I now trust wholeheartedly.

I was again faced with the same decision I had years ago. I could choose to trust him, or I could spend the rest of my life driving myself mad with doubt and paranoia. I may still hold a tiny grudge, and I’m not too proud to admit that I can be morbidly petty. But he’ll have to accept that because there are certainly many things I have to learn to accept about him, like the constant power struggle.

So, we both agreed to raze our walls and put our faith and confidence in each other. Equally. And there’s no one on this planet I trust more than him now, including my own family. He’ll always know me best inside and certainly out.

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