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“Oh, my God,” she sighs, pushing her arms against my chest to get away. But I grab her jaw and pull her closer, claiming her lips with mine. She doesn’t resist, melting into our kiss, allowing me to swallow her breath as her lush lips part so our tongues can touch. Truth is, I would probably always be jealous of her bond with Isaia. I’m too possessive not to be. But deep down, I know she’s mine. I know her truth. I can taste it on her lips every time we kiss like this.

My hands wander down her back, cupping her ass and lifting her on her toes, kissing her hard with a groan before letting go of her lips. I lean my forehead against hers, her familiar scent of vanilla fused with the romance that always lingers in the Italian air. “I’ve been to Rome more than a dozen times in my life, but I’ve never had the desire to stay. Not until now.” I brush her hair back, her hair soft and sleek between my fingers. “I guess I was wrong thinking power is freedom.”

“How so?” she murmurs, her amber eyes searching mine.

“If I were truly free, I would have us stay here forever, not caring about anything or anyone else. It would just be us. This moment. Forever.”

“I don’t.”

I frown with question, and she gives me a smile that warms every last drop of blood in my veins.

“If our life together were like this forever, we’d never learn to appreciate these moments.”

I take her chin between my fingertips, placing my thumb on her lower lip. “I love how you can say such beautiful things with the same mouth that sucks my cock so ardently.”

“You’re a lucky man, Mr. Del Rossa. Men would kill for a mouth like mine.”

“You’re right, I would.”

“Well, hopefully, you’d never have to.”

I tilt her chin up, squeezing my fingers gently into her jaw. “I give you my word, stray. The day will come when I spill blood for you. I swear it.”

Her cheeks glow with the perfect shade of pink. “I swear, every time you say things like that, all I want to do is spread my legs for you. What kind of woman does that make me?”

A smirk tugs at my lips. “My woman.”

“I guess it does. You’re quite the mindfuck, you know that?”

I frown. “How so?”

“You’re jealous as fuck, yet you don’t mind it when people watch us?”

I slip my hand down the front of her robe and cup her breast in my palm, feeling how her nipple hardens. “I am the world’s worst contradiction when it comes to you, Mrs. Del Rossa. While I want to slit the throat of every man that desires you, nothing thrills me more than fucking you while others watch.”

“Why?” Her lips part with a subtle breath.

“Because you’re mine. No one else will ever have you, taste you, fuck you, and I love shoving that fact in the world’s face.”

And that’s the motherfucking truth. We’re both bathed in sin with our mutual depravities. It amazes me that she can be this soft, caring person, flip a switch, and be a wickedly filthy temptress. My temptress.

“Speaking of,” I say, easing the other side of her robe to the side, exposing both her tits, my gaze firmly focused on the rosy pebbles begging to be sucked. “Since it’s our last night here, there’s somewhere I want to take you.”

“Where are we going?”

I lean down, dragging my tongue around her nipple, then teasing it with my teeth before sucking it deeply into my mouth, letting it go with a pop. “A place you and I will fit right in.”

ChapterSixteen

LEANDRA

The curved driveway is lined with symmetrical half-walls, the top stone arches mirroring one another on either side of the asphalt path. Our car headlights catch the rows of well-manicured shrubs decorated with tiny white lights that make it seem like a thousand fireflies got caught in their leaves. The fairy lights’ glow creates a magical scene as the gravel pathway leads us to what looks like a castle, with a tall tower framed with the Italian night sky and scattered stars.

I lean to the side while glancing out the window, trying to take it all in against the midnight sky. “What is this place?”

“It’s a very elite club.”

I turn to look at him. “Elite, meaning…?”

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