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“And if I fuck you the way I want to fuck you, then you’ll be sore every time.”

I gasped at the feel of something cold on my chest. Matteo poured body wash onto me that smelled like fresh mint. He lathered the soap on my chest, taking extra care to make sure my tits were clean.

I breathed a laugh and turned, pressing my soapy tits against Matteo’s chest. I kissed him, because I was certain I’d never get tired of kissing him.

“You’re staying with me tonight,” Matteo said against my lips. “And I’ll have you know…pajamas are not allowed.”

Chapter Seventeen

MATTEO

As much as I wanted to wake Marcella with my cock, she needed to recover so I could fuck her even harder than I had.

It also didn’t help that I was startled awake by a phone call at four a.m. from my papà.

“What?” I hissed, slipping my arm from beneath Marcella.

“Warehouse.” My papà’s tone was clipped.

It was a demand I wasn’t going to refuse, but it was one I was going to question.

I sighed and peered over at Marcella. “What is it this time?”

My girl was rubbing her eyes and sat up enough for the blanket to fall and expose those perfect fucking tits with nipples I had sucked until they were cherry-red.

“Someone would like to congratulate you…on your engagement.”

“What?”

“Is that the only word you know? Get the fuck down here, figlio.”

He ended the call, and I could hear the blood rushing through my ears. I stiffened when Marcella reached for my arm and turned to see her frowning. Fuck.

“Are you alright?”

I nodded and leaned down to kiss her. “I’m fine. I just need to do some work. Sleep, amorina.”

“I don’t want to sleep in here without you,” she said as I slid out of bed.

I was far too tense to respond to her in a way that wouldn’t sound cold, so I stayed quiet and dressed.

Marcella didn’t have any clothes in here. I would need to change that. I grabbed a button-down and put it on her, hating the way she was still frowning.

“I’ll bring you to your room.”

She nodded and slipped out of bed, taking my outstretched hand. The shirt barely covered the swell of her ass, so I stood behind her as we exited the room to prevent my men from getting a look at her.

They followed us and stood on either side of Marcella’s doors as we entered the room. I should have stayed in the hallway, dismissed her to bed, but I was already being cruel enough by remaining silent.

Marcella sat on the edge of the bed and stared at me, begging me with her honey-brown eyes to tell her what was going on. I got to my knees in front of her and unbuttoned my shirt, pushing it off her shoulders until she was bare again before me.

I kissed from her collarbone to each of her perfect tits, giving them enough attention before I moved up to kiss her lips.

“I’ll be back before you wake,” I promised, hoping I wasn’t lying to her further.

I was already lying by omission.

I didn’t recognize the Russian man who was grinning menacingly at me as much as he could with a fucked-up face.

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