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“Are you going to fuck me or what?” I tease.

“After I indulge myself first,” he says cheekily and drops to his knees. Having Massimo on his knees in front of me is otherworldly.

My panties come down my legs gradually until they make their way into his pocket, and I know I won’t be getting those back.Dirty little man. He probably takes them out to smell them when he’s alone in his office.

Prying my knees apart and wide, he hooks his hands underneath my thighs and jerks me to the edge of the counter. My palms slam down behind me to steady myself, and he’s already savoring me.

Moaning, I rake my nails through his hair, and he grunts. I love how his facial hair rubs my skin raw when he does this, adding sensation.

Sucking my entire pussy into his mouth, I gasp and begin riding his face. Fucking him right back. It eggs him on as hisbreathing becomes erratic, and he pushes my thighs back to spread me wider.

Spots dance around in my vision as I explode in his mouth, and I’m eager to feel him moving inside of me. When he stands up and starts undoing his pants, I go for the buttons of his shirt. I love the feel of his muscles and scars under my fingers.

Tugging his arms free from his shirt, my hands immediately start roaming his body as he lines himself up with my entrance. My head falls back as he bottoms out inside of me, and he takes that opportunity to start kissing my neck as his hips begin to move. My nails dig into his strong shoulders, and my back arches to get as close to him as possible.

“Boss—” I gasp and hide my face into his neck as he stills. Then a gun pops off only a second later, making me jump a little and cling to Massimo.

Glancing over, I expect to see a dead body lying there in the entryway to the kitchen. “I missed,” he rumbles against my neck and moves his hips again. Picking right back up where he had left off.

Giggling, I find his lips with mine, and I can’t wipe the grin off my face as I kiss him. “You’re crazy.”

“You’re one to talk,bambina.”

Giggling some more, I start attacking him with kisses, totally enamored with him.

Chapter twenty-three

Alessia

Iadmire my wedding gown one last time before I stuff it into the back of the closet.

My mother about keeled over when I mentioned wearing a black gown on my wedding day. I don’t embody virtue, and red would be a bit risqué, so I thought black would still be elegant enough. But after her reaction, I decided to appease her and go with a champagne and cream color dress. And it’s the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen in my life. It’s a nude mesh with an overlay of cream lace, and there’s a detachable skirt that attaches to my hips to create this floor-length bustle. It’s fucking magnificent.

I shove it into its hiding place when my phone goes off, and I see that it’s Tullio calling. “Salve!”Hello!

“Where are you?” he rushes out tightly, and a wave of alertness washes over me.

“At the De Luca’s. What’s wrong?”

“Santino is on his way to pick you up. We need to get to the hospital.”

“Okay, I’ll be waiting.” I hang up the phone without asking questions. Whatever it is, I’ll find out as soon as my brother comes to get me, and peppering Tullio with questions on the phone will distract him.

Slipping on my small heels, I grab my phone and shove it into my small purse. Promptly, I make my way downstairs, calling Massimo on the way.

“Gattina.”

“Hey, I’m not sure what’s going on yet, but Santino will be here soon to pick me up and take me to the hospital.”

“I’ll meet you there.”

I hang up without another word, and Joey, my new guard, is hot on my heels as he sees me heading out. “My brother is coming to get me. Massimo knows.”

“I’ll wait with you.”

Santino pulls up in front of the estate less than ten minutes later, and Paolo jumps out of the passenger seat, leaving the door open for me, and I slip inside. He closes the door and jumps into the backseat just in time for Santino to practically peel wheels out of there.

“Where’s Massimo?” Santino murmurs from behind the wheel.

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