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“I’m sorry, daddy,” I cried out.

He reached under my hips and pushed his fingertips between my pussy lips. I was already embarrassingly slick. His fingertips teased my clit, swirling and flicking, until I thought I would go mad. I pushed back on his hips, needing the pleasurable pain, needing the fullness, needing the kink, needing him.

Barone knew just the right moment to pull my hair and spank my ass as he increased the pace of his thrusts before returning to pinch and flick my clit. I screamed his name as my thigh muscles clenched and my back arched with my release. It was so intense, sparks and stars swam before my eyes as I deprived my body of oxygen by forgetting to breathe.

I collapsed forward onto the bed.

Barone’s muscular forearms were braced on either side of my head as he continued to thrust several more times before spilling his hot come deep inside my ass. He stayed buried to the hilt inside of me for several heartbeats before pulling free and falling to the side. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into his chest as he kissed the top of my head.

I spread my hand over his heart, taking solace in its strong, rapid beat.

After several minutes, when we had each gotten our breath back, Barone placed a finger under my chin and lifted my head up to meet his intense gaze. “Tell me you didn’t mean it.”

I could see the hurt in his eyes.

I reached up to cup his cheek. “I didn’t mean it. I love you.”

He covered my hand with his own and shifted his face to kiss the center of my palm. “Say it again.”

“I love you.”

“Again.”

“I love you.”

He tightened his arms around me. “Never scare me like that again, dolcezza.”

A frisson of fear spiked through my heart. “I won’t. I promise.”

He pressed his lips to my forehead. “You need to understand, babygirl. It’s not just that I love you. It’s this constant raw, aching need to be with you, to protect you, shelter you, to provide for you. Now that you are in my life, there is not a moment, a second, a heartbeat, that I’m not concerned about your welfare and happiness. At times, it is all I can do to allow you out of my sight.”

He then rolled on top of me. Bracing his forearms on either side of my head, he gazed down at me. “I frighten even myself to think what I would be capable of, if something should ever happen to you, or if… you should ever seriously try to leave me.”

My heart was beating so fast, I could feel it in the back of my throat. I needed to accept that loving a man like Barone Cavalieri came with certain conditions. One of them was, no matter how good his intentions, no matter how loving his words, there would always be an almost sinister edge to everything he said and did. It was inevitable. I could never take something a man with his amount of power and money said lightly. “Nothing is going to happen to me, Barone.”

He kissed the edge of my mouth. “And you are going to be a good girl and marry me.”

I closed my eyes as he kissed the underside of my jaw. “And I will be a good girl and marry you,” I moaned, as I repeated his words.

The man may terrify me, and I may have doubts, and Milana may be right about him being overly controlling, but he was also passionate, loving, protective, supportive, and caring. I’d never felt safer or more loved in my entire life than I had in the time I’d known Barone. When I told him I couldn’t marry him, the grief I felt was so instantaneous and overwhelming, I truly thought I might die from it.

For better or worse, I loved him.

My eyes sprang open. I tapped on his chest with my finger. “Wait. This better not count as your marriage proposal.”

CHAPTER 19

MILANA

Cesare wrenched my hand from Amara’s.

I turned, swinging my fisted hand in an arch. I missed.

Cesare snatched me around the waist and lifted me off the ground. I cried out as I clawed at his forearm. It was no use. His grip was like iron. Anchoring me to his side, he carried me across the drive and down the path to his house. The moment we were inside and he let me go, I turned on him.

“You’ve gone too far this time, Cesare.”

Without saying a word, he wrapped his hand around my upper arm and dragged me down the hallway leading to the bedrooms.

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