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Her eyes, the expression the moment she spotted me, seemed to burn through my skin and straight to my dick. The way her lips parted and her green eyes flashed made me want to taste her again. Each time she glanced my way, a wave of awareness ran down my spine and my dick responded. It was annoying as fuck. I’d had her, every way possible, yet it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. My obsession with this woman only grew over time. A whole lifetime with this heiress would never be enough. Not until I owned every inch of her, as she owned every inch of me.
Leaning back, I rested my forearm on the mantel and let the anger burn through my veins and hopefully evaporate. I needed a clear mind to execute my plan.
“That went well,” I announced sarcastically. Somehow I wasn’t surprised that Amore stood up to her dad. And her final acceptance under the threat of dead men wouldn’t last. Bennetti had no idea his daughter started fighting her own battles. “It seems you plan on dragging her down the aisle by her hair.”
I’d never let him. I was the only man that could pull her hair. My fists clenched, the silkiness of her red mane a memory I’d never let go. Fuck, not something to think about right now!
Luigi’s pensive gaze lingered at the door through which his sister had left. Maybe the idiot finally realized his sister had a backbone and could think for herself.
Savio’s eyes darted between his eldest son and me. “If you two have something to say, spit it out.”
Luigi shrugged. “I think she gave up too easily,” he muttered. “Amore usually doesn’t cave in. Ever. Even when cornered.” He met Savio’s gaze. “You know that, Pà.”
Her dad shuffled paper over his desk seemingly unfazed, but he knew it too. I could read the man, but he was stubborn.
“She’ll recognize it is for her own good,” he claimed. “This will offer her protection of the Cosa Nostra while she lives the life her mother wanted for her.”
“Might have been good to ask what Amore wanted,” Luigi muttered under his breath, surprising me. I agreed. Despite her age, Amore knew what she wanted. She had known for a long time. She wasn’t an insecure girl, unsure of her wants or dreams.
“Amore and Adriano have been joined at the hip from the moment they met,” he spat agitated.
He really didn’t know his daughter that well.
I ended the meeting by walking out of his office. Since he refused to amend the marriage contract, our relationship was tenuous at best. The only reason I didn’t start a full-blown war was on Amore’s account. He should count himself lucky.
Assuming Adriano and Amore headed to her bedroom, I walked down the hallway in its direction. I balled my hands into fists. Those two had hung out in her bedroom since they were kids. But now, the idea infuriated me.
Without knocking, I entered the bedroom. It was empty. Good fucking thing. It was my first time in her bedroom. Her private space.
The bedroom suited her. In the middle of it was a large, four poster bed, all the wood in rich mahogany but the bedding was a frilly white. The golden tones and white crown molding accented the entire room. A large part of her room was dedicated to her desk with drawings and a sewing machine along with a headless mannequin she obviously used for her fashion designs.
The large windows overlooked the back gardens, and it was where I spotted two figures. Reluctantly, I had to admit those two looked good together. They were closer in age and liked similar things, similar music.
It didn’t matter. She was mine.
I left the room and headed back to the first floor and the terrace. Amore and my brother stood by the fig tree, seemingly in a serious discussion. Amore had her hands wrapped around herself, and I saw her lips softly move as she spoke.
My eyes ran over her white tank top that accentuated her breasts. She was still barefoot, her feet shifting restlessly. Most of her legs were bare in those tiny shorts, giving me a glimpse of her milky skin. It reminded me of her boyshort panties she liked to wear so much.Fuck!I still recalled how those thighs felt wrapped around my head as I ate her pussy. Those moaning sounds she made. Goddamnit!
Watching her with my brother caused my throat to tighten and jealousy to simmer. It didn’t matter that she rejected him loud and clear in Savio’s office. Animosity crawled through me, tainting my already black soul. Family was everything, yet for her… I was willing to break it. This obsession I had for her was like the sweetest poison I couldn’t give up.
The question was whether she would forgive me for what I was about to do.
I watched her shake her head at whatever Adriano was saying, and then let out a frustrated breath. It almost seemed like they were arguing. In all the years those two had known each other, Amore never got mad at Adriano.
What were they arguing about now?
Amore’s gaze flicked to mine, and instantly her expression closed off. She mouthed something that looked like ‘Your brother is here’and immediately their discussion ceased.
CHAPTER54
Adriano
“How long have you known?” It was Amore’s first question. I haven’t seen her since our time in Ibiza and somehow everything had changed.
“About two months,” I admitted reluctantly.
She stiffened and pressed her lips into a tight line. It was the only thing showing her displeasure. Sometimes I wished she’d argue like other girls, but not Amore. When she was pissed off, she got quiet.
