Page 245 of Legacy
Chapter 41
Angelo
Ikiss the whimper from her lips as I pull out, slow, deliberate, watching her shudder beneath me.
I release her hands.
This woman.
She fucking destroys me.
How the hell did I even breathe for five years without her?
I roll off her glowing, breathless body and pull her close. She drapes her leg and arm over me like it’s the easiest thing in the world, and for a second, it feels like no time has passed at all. Like we never left this loft. Like we never broke.
Her warm breath fans across my neck, her fingers tracing the tattoos on my chest, pausing on the ink over my heart.
“We have to go back to the penthouse,” she says quietly. “Set up dinner with your brother. Lay it all out—the war, the plan. We end this. For good.”
I exhale.
The penthouse.
Where my wife has herown fucking room.
The words slip out before I can stop them.
“Then you’re sleeping in the master.”
Her fingers still on my chest.
Fuck.
She shifts, and for a split second, I don’t want to look at her—don’t want to see the rejection I know is coming.
But I do.
Her eyes soft, glowing under the light filtering through the curtain.
“I will…when you get rid of that bed.”
I frown, “why?”
She goes to shift herself up, but my arm tightens around her, stilling her.
“Just answer, Scarlet.”
She huffs, those soulful eyes roll in that gorgeous head of hers
“ThenotchesAngelo, those fucking notches, I’m not sleeping in a bed of your conquests.”
I chuckle and she slaps my chest, the sting sobering my laughter. I catch her hand and press my lips to her knuckles.
“Those notches are not what you think they are.”
“So you’ve said. Explain.”
“Those notches…” I start, voice low, thumb grazing her knuckles. “They aren’t names.”
