Page 96 of Sins of the Son

I moaned as he moved his lips along my jaw. “After my dizzying shopping trip with your aunt today, I don’t think that will be a problem.”

He laughed as he pulled the covers over our bodies and moved between my thighs.

I really did love the sound of his laugh. It was a dark, rumbling chuckle that always started as a deep vibration in his chest.

He braced his forearms on either side of my head and raised his torso as he caged me in. His heavy cock rested against my inner thigh.

His gaze moved from my eyes to my lips and back. He then used his right hand to smooth back my hair before saying, “You really are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.”

I broke our gaze and opened my mouth to say something witty and sarcastic back, as was my way.

Cesare placed his finger over my lips, stopping me. “No. We’re not doing that. Not now. Not in this moment.”

His brow furrowed as he once more studied my face. He brushed my cheek with the backs of his fingers. “I owe you an apology.”

My vision blurred as the tears came fast. I swallowed past the lump in my throat. “No. We are definitely not doing that either. Not in this moment,” I said, throwing his words back at him.

If we were going to have a future, I had to let the past go.

It wasn’t fair to blame him for the actions of others.

It wasn’t fair to blame him for not protecting me when I refused to even tell him what had happened.

Of course, what had happened to me wasn’t fair either, but nothing in life was fair.

And I couldn’t blame him for wanting to go all over-the-top protective alpha male now, either.

What had I expected after telling him what happened? Had I honestly thought he was just going to kiss me on the forehead and say that should make it all better? Of course the man was going to go seek revenge.

What also wasn’t fair was me questioning my worthiness, based on the actions of my parents.

Or trying to prove anything to anyone other than myself.

Fuck all that kind of thinking.

For years, I had put on a boss bitch mask. It was time to own the persona, too.

He leaned down and kissed my forehead. Then the corner of my eye. Then my cheek. Then the corner of my mouth, before whispering against my lips, “I agree, but that is not what I’m apologizing for.”

He shifted his hips.

I gasped as he pushed the thick head of his cock just inside my entrance.

I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his hips, intending to pull him fully inside of me.

He resisted. “Not yet.”

I frowned. Then narrowed my eyes. I shimmied my hips while running my tongue over my lips, then raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

He bared his teeth as he growled, “La mia piccola gattina selvaggia, behave. There is something we need to get straight between us first.”

I thrust out my lower lip.

He leaned down and nipped at it with his teeth. “And pouting won’t change my mind, minx.”

Just to torture him, I raised my hips again and squeezed my inner thighs, loving how he threw his head back and groaned. “Fine,” I huffed.

Starting again, he said, “I owe you an apology. I realize now that I have tried to get through that incredibly stubborn wall of yours by repeatedly reminding you of how beautiful, intelligent, and amazing I think you are. I have told you how much I admire your strength and spirit. And we both know you are annoyingly even better at property management than I am.”

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