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My gaze coasted above her head, my jaw ticking in thought.
“I am sure of my love for you, Margaret,” I told her. “I’ve known you were the one for a long time.”
She waited, her deep pools of blue studying me.
“I can’t sleep without you. I can’t sleep without hearing you breathe. Three years without you in my bed were torturous,” I admitted. She gasped softly. “I can’t live without you. I love you.” I let the words drift through the air and towards my wife. I needed her to believe me. “I loved you when you shot me. I loved you when you glared at me. I’ve loved you for such a long time, Margaret DiMauro, that I don’t know how not to love you.”
The words filled the darkness and danced through the air, as her eyes watched me and I held my breath.
ChapterFifty-Five
MARGARET
It was so much more than just a dark hazel gaze. It was late nights and whispering soothing words to our daughter, rough hands and dirty promises, heavy hearts and memories.
“You and Penelope are everything to me,” he rasped.
My heart thundered hard under my chest. All the feelings flooded my senses, leaving years of frustration, physical, sexual and mental, behind with only one sentence that mattered.
I rose to my feet and padded toward him barefoot. Warmth ran through my veins. The empty ache between my legs pulsed. But the most rattling was this feeling in my chest. My heart fluttered wildly, like a butterfly captured in a jar.
He had captured me, and I had no desire to flee.
I brushed a hand across his neck and into his thick hair at his nape. My fingers laced through the soft strands, gripping it hard. Our daughter might have my hair color, but she had her Pàpa’s curls.
“I love you too,” I murmured softly.
Before I had even finished the statement, Luca was on his feet. His hands grabbed two handfuls of my ass and lifted me up. My legs wrapped around his waist. His mouth slammed hard against mine.
My back hit the wall, swishing all the breath from my lungs. The force of the impact rattled my bones, his need to possess me consuming. Drowning.
“I’m taking you to our bedroom,” he gritted against my mouth.
“Yes!” I didn’t care where he took me as long as he kept kissing me. He carried me down the hall to his room and the door slammed behind us. Luca’s body pressed against mine, stripping off my nightgown and then my panties.
“I’m going to tie your wrists with your panties,” he grunted as he bound my wrists, then lifted my arms over my head until I was on my tiptoes, and my body arched into his.
“What?” I blinked confused.
“This is your punishment for leaving me,” he gritted the words out between his teeth. “You always complained about me destroying your panties. I didn’t destroy them this time, but I’ll use them to keep you from touching me as part of your punishment.”
Heat pulsed between my legs, going straight to my core.
“I’ll make it good for you. I promise I will,” he vowed.
He nudged my legs apart and to my embarrassment, the evidence of my arousal trickled down my inner thighs. His eyes flickered with something dark as he watched the glistening of my arousal. Then he inhaled deeply and closed his eyes.
“You smell just as I remembered,” he rasped so faintly I wasn’t certain I heard him right.
Then as if he realized he slipped, he pushed his thigh roughly between my legs. My hips ground against it and a hum of approval vibrated through his chest. He pressed harder against my pussy, my pulsing need throbbing against his hard muscles. I rode his thigh like my life depended on it. Pleasure coiled beneath my skin, burning in the pit of my stomach. My eyes fluttered shut and my head fell back, my hips bucking and grinding. I was so close.
He yanked my hair, his fingers gripping my strands so hard it burned my scalp.
“You watch me as you fall apart,” he grunted, slamming his mouth on mine in a bruising kiss. He ended it before it really started. “Me. So you know who your pleasure belongs to.”
His voice was dark. Raspy. Possessive. It matched the look in his eyes.
My insides twisted. There was something so fucking hot and erotic about this. About every rough word and hard kiss. About the way he owned my body, even after all this time.
