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I kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear, feeling her tremble against me. “Are you sore?”

“Not enough to stop you,” she laughed airily, pressing her ass back against me, so I slipped inside.

“Fuck,” I groaned as her heat enveloped the head of my dick. “I can’t hold back.”

Olesya reached back, her nails biting into my thigh as she pulled me against her, forcing my cock deeper. “I don’t want gentle. I want all of you.”

My restraint snapped, and I drove my hips forward, filling her completely. I slid an arm under her upper body, wrapping my hand around her throat until her head tipped back so I could look into her beautiful blue eyes. I barely blinked as I watched the pleasure on her face. The pleasure I was giving her.

“Fuck, piccola fantasma,” I rasped, my fingers stroking her clit harder. “I want to feel you come on my cock. I need you to take every drop.”

“Harder, Dante,” Olesya panted, her eyes closing.

“Open those eyes, wife,” I growled, my fingers tightening around her throat. “Look at me when I’m coming in you.”

Her lashes lifted, and she stared at me as her pussy pulsed around my cock. I didn’t reprimand her when her eyelids fluttered as she orgasmed, the movements beyond her control.

“I’m never letting you go again,” I vowed, snapping my hips forward, driving my cock deep enough to make her squirm as I poured myself into her tight depths. I kissed her, releasing her throat and nuzzling her neck as she came down from her high. “If anybody tries to take you, their death will be a welcome release when I’m finished with them.”

“Such a romantic,” Olesya teased breathlessly, her lips claiming mine again.

“I can be romantic.” I chuckled and wrapped my arms around her. “I’ll write you sonnets in their blood.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Dante kept me to himself for nearly a week, but obligation had forced him to go into the office downtown today. I made the most of my time away from him, resuming my training with Diego and reluctantly admitting the boxing lessons had done little to help me when I found myself in a position where I needed to defend myself.

He’d been happy to begin teaching me how to use the knife Cosimo picked out. I still felt odd wielding a blade that would harm instead of heal, but I would have gladly carved Ilya’s face when he’d climbed on top of me. Dante assured me Ilya wasn’t a problem anymore, and my brother apologized when I spoke to them on the phone.

Our cousin had plotted for years to undermine Adrik’s power, working to create conflict and war, stoking the flames of discord among the Bratva men. With Ilya out of the picture, it left Adrik to unravel the web of deception that lingered and rid the organization of any remaining traitors.

“I think that’s enough for today,” Diego announced when I finished a set of knife exercises. “If you want to get some laps in before Dante comes home, we need to head to the pool now.”

“Sounds good.” I squinted my eyes against the hot afternoon sun and closed my blade, slipping it into the pocket of my jean shorts.

“You did good, Mrs. Neretti.” He held his fist out, and I bumped it with mine, grinning at our little sign.

When I returned from the penthouse and saw him for the first time, I’d launched myself into his arms, only to have my husband clear his throat disapprovingly. Diego couldn’t hug me, even if he weren’t a threat to Dante. The other men would question any perceived intimacy between my guard and me. Or worse, they might start asking about Diego, and we couldn’t risk that. So we started fist-bumping because it was a neutral move and could be passed off as encouragement or approval.

We made the short walk across the property to the pool, and Diego sat in one of the chairs by the pool while I changed into my black suit. Since I enjoyed swimming laps for exercise, Dante bought me goggles and a cap, though the latter just pulled at my hair, so I didn’t bother with it. I made sure my bun was secure, donned the goggles, and dove into the deep end of the pool, kicking my legs underwater for a third of the length before surfacing and moving fluidly into a freestyle stroke.

I lost count after the tenth lap, but it didn’t matter much. I loved how weightless and free the water made me feel as I cut through the rippling surface. Everything else fell away, and I emptied my mind while I focused on my body’s movements. I swam until my legs grew tired and my lungs ached from breath control practice.

When I stopped at the shallow end of the pool and stood, Diego was on his phone, a broad grin splitting his face wide. “I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you look so happy.”

“I got some good news.” He tried to smooth his expression, but his lips were still curled up, eyes shining with joy. His excitement was practically palpable.

“Care to elaborate?” I asked, removing my goggles and stretching my shoulders and arms.

Diego wasn’t as guarded with me, but he still took a moment to contemplate before answering. “I told you once that somebody I cared for had disappeared.”

“I remember.” I nodded and moved on to stretching my legs.

“They aren’t dead,” he said, beaming and tapping something on his phone. “They got in contact with me while you were swimming.”

“Does that mean they’re coming back to town?” I inquired, leaning my elbows on the edge of the pool.

“No.” A frown marred Diego’s happiness. “It’s not safe right now.”

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