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She’s clever, she knows my weakness.

I lay her down and cover her body with my own.

“You want this?” I nudge the tip of my cock against her pussy.

She nods frantically, biting down on her lip.

“All of it?” I tease, sliding the head inside.

“Yes, all of it,” she hisses, as I inch in deeper.

With one thrust, I completely fill her, causing her to cry out, and I let her.

“That’s right baby, scream my name.”

CHAPTERFIFTY-THREE

luca

Loosening my tie and shutting the front door, the exhaustion takes over. I’m ready to get into bed. A whole night with Rosa was perfect; it was everything. But we didn’t sleep, not one second.

I come to a standstill at the raised voices coming from a back room.

“This is my home, now get the fuck out, you old bitch!” Maria’s screeching voice reverberates off the walls.

“This is my son’s home. You are the one who is not welcome in our lives. You think I don’t know what your family is up to?”

My mom’s voice has me running to the kitchen. As I round the corner, I find her–sixty years old, five foot nothing–squaring up to Maria.

I rush over and wrap my arms around mom’s shoulders. I don’t need the Capris having an excuse to hurt her.

“What the fuck is going on?”

My mom whips her head to glare at me. “Language.”

I hold her stare in warning, turning my attention back to my fiancé. Her dark hair is pulled back in a bun and her huge lips are painted bright pink.

“You don’t speak to my mother like that. This is my home, and she’s more welcome here than you are.” I step towards her. “What did I tell you, Maria? I told you, you behave how I tell you to in my home.”

She tips her chin up in defiance and laughs. “You have no idea. Why don’t you tell your mom what you were up to last night?” She lets out a sadistic chuckle, looking at my mom.

“Working.” I keep my voice stern.

“You will both regret this.” She jabs her finger into my chest. “You’ll do well to remember that I come first now. I made that clear, my father made that clear. So, you won’t be having any family over anymore. This is my house now.”

She pushes herself off my chest and storms up the stairs. Running a hand through my hair, I turn to Mom, who’s looking at me with concern on her face.

“You need to call this off.” She points up to the stairs where Maria just exited.

“I can’t. There’s too much on the line.”

Grabbing two tumblers out of the cupboard, I pour in the Macallan and slide one to mom.

“What about that girl? Rosa?” she asks quietly.

“She’s engaged.” I cast my eyes down and swallow the contents of my glass, letting it burn its way down.

“I told you not to let her go and look what’s happened.” She smacks me on the back of the head.

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