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“Yes?” I sound brusque, and I know it, but any attraction I had for the dancer has completely evaporated.

“Just checking to make sure everything’s okay.” She sounds taken aback by my response to her.

It occurs to me that perhaps I should try to force myself to recognize that other women are still beautiful, even when all my attention is bound up in Gia.

So I make a conscious effort to mitigate my irritation. “Everything’s good. I’m just wrapping up a few things before I leave for the rest of the weekend.”

Diamond nods, the motion causing the sequins on her skimpy top to sparkle in the morning light coming through my window.

“Okay, then.” She pauses as if she is going to say something else, then ends by saying, “Have a good weekend.” She turns and leaves, drawing the door shut behind her.

I let out a sigh. This is ridiculous, not to mention useless. Trying to hide from my new bride in my office isn’t keeping me from thinking about her incessantly.

So I log out of the laptop and close the cover.

We still have several hours before we have to check out.

Time enough to go back to the hotel and find out if fucking her one more time will slake this apparently insatiable lust I seem to be developing for my new wife.

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When I returnto the hotel, Gia is still sleeping. The note I left hasn’t been disturbed.

I drop down into one of the comfortable armchairs in the corner of our suite and watch her.

Wife.

What an odd word for me to be using to describe anyone.

Much less the daughter of the man who colluded to have my family members murdered.

That’s what I have to keep in mind. No matter how much I want her, I cannot view her as a person.

She’s simply the means to an end. The key to my revenge.

And if I enjoy fucking her in the meantime? Well, that’s simply a bonus.

And yet, even as I watch her sleep, my dick hardens. I imagine sliding it in between her slightly parted lips, feeling her wrap her mouth around me, drawing me into her hot wetness.

I blow out a breath on low groan.

Will I ever get over wanting her this much?

At the sound of my exhale, her eyelashes flutter, then open as she blinks and glances around her, as confused by her unusual surroundings as I had been when I’d woken.

I see the moment her gaze clears, when she remembers everything that happened between us the night before.

I’m going to make sure she doesn’t forget how much she wants me—any more than I can forget how much I want her.

CHAPTER15

GIA

“Good morning.” Lorenzo’s voice, low and dark, echoes through the room as he stands, rising from the shadows in the corner.

I roll over on my side and watch as he stalks toward the bed, slowly removing the black t-shirt he’s wearing and dropping it onto the floor.

He moves to stand next to the bed, staring down at me, and I tentatively reach out my hand to run my fingers along the hard planes of his stomach.

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