Page 76 of Luciano (Belles & Mobsters 1)

“I do.” I eyed him suspiciously, waiting for his elaboration. It never came. “The Romano family will pay for their sins, Grace.”

Luciano didn’t have scruples when going after what he wanted. Or destroying people in his path. I should know firsthand.

A pang in my chest. I ignored it.

“What is the dress code?” I haven’t decided whether I’d go. Though an idea formed in my mind. It might be easier to handle my family if I handled my grandmother alone and then took care of my uncle. Once and for all!

“I’ll send something to our room tomorrow,” he replied. His expression was unreadable, but I felt like he was a cat that just ate the mouse. And I was the mouse.

Let him believe that. I wouldn’t be anyone’s pawn anymore. Not for my husband. Not for my uncle. Not for my grandmother. This time, I would look out for my son, Ella, and myself. Because nobody else would.

I nodded and went to walk away from him when his hand wrapped around my wrist.

“Where are you going?”

“To bed, Luciano.”

He chuckled. That bastard actually chuckled. “I’m happy to hear that.”

His head lowered, and his mouth brushed lightly across the skin on the crook of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Even as I tried to lie to myself, saying I didn’t want to do this, my head tilted to accommodate him better. Obviously, I was a bad liar.

“Sleep in our room again,” he murmured, his hot breath burning my skin. I shouldn’t cave in. I was quickly falling for him again, just as easily as last time. “Don’t fight me on this anymore. Please.”

My eyes flared to his face.

Coming from a man that never begged. Never asked. Only demanded. So I caved again.

Damn this man!

For making me weak, stupid, and all kinds of wrong things. I should fight him, resist him, but the only feeling that lingered was the need for him.

My hands raised up, fingers pushed through his hair, and I gripped his soft stands. I wasn’t sure whether I was trying to punish him or hold on to sanity. Both of our sanities, because this lust and desire shouldn’t burn between us like infernos of hell.

He must have sensed my internal battle because he sealed his mouth over mine. More like, crashed against my lips, kissing me with reckless desperation. The same one I felt burning in the pit of my stomach.

He didn’t wait for the welcome, his tongue pushed against my lips and conquered. I molded into his body, desperate for his touch, clawing at his scalp. God, this man would be my demise.

No, not would be. He is my demise.

“I will never have enough of you, wife.” His voice was low, husky, desire laced in every word.

The way he watched me, the primal need in his hazel eyes consumed every single, shivering breath and fiber within me. His hands snaked down to my butt and grabbed my ass, lifting me up. Without breaking the kiss, my legs hooked around his waist, grinding against him.

This need coursing through my body would burn me to ashes. Maybe it would be a welcomed relief.

His mouth was searing my skin, everywhere his lips touched, he marked me. My mouth and hands were hungry for every inch of him. With each swipe of his tongue, he ignited my desire to a whole new level.

From the corner of my mind, I registered he was in our bedroom. Yes, our bedroom. Because there hasn’t been anyone else for me before him nor after him.

The door shut behind us with a loud slam and he lowered me onto the floor.

“Undress,” he commanded, his voice hoarse.

The passion in his eyes had me instantly obeying him. Because I wanted to shed my clothes off, feel his skin against mine. Our eyes locked. Looking at him was like looking at my own dark prince.

Passionate. Unforgiving. Ruthless.

I lifted my emerald shirt off. A long time ago, Luciano told me he loved me in anything colored green. He loved the contrast of my hair color against the green. Passion and ivy, he said. Did I subconsciously pick it for my husband?

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