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Marcella spun toward me, grinning triumphantly, and I’d be damned if she didn’t wear that grin every fucking day for the rest of her life. I’d do whatever it took to make it so.

She moved so fast I didn’t have time to register her actions before she sank that sweet fucking pussy down onto my cock with a moan that mixed with a hiss.

As she wiggled to adjust once she had taken me fully, every movement she made was heightened. A tense arousal coiled in me, nearly driving me mad.

“I feel you everywhere,” she whimpered and placed her hands on my chest.

Digging her nails in, she used the leverage to rock back and forth. I gripped her hips, desperate to take back the control I had given her and fuck her senseless. I wanted to set the speed, to hold her steady and thrust up, but I was curious to see what she could do if I let her.

Marcella leaned forward; that wicked little gleam in her eye only increased as she bounced on my dick.

“Cazzo…” I groaned, driven to the brink of insanity by the roll of her hips.

“You like that,” she breathed.

It was a statement, not a question, but I gave her an answer regardless.

“I love that, amorina.”

I sat up and snatched her, needing to taste her sweet mouth, annoyed with myself that I hadn’t yet kissed her. She didn’t stop riding me as we kissed, her sounds against my lips becoming more desperate.

“Fuck me,” Marcella chanted, over and over until I reached for the back of her knees and flipped us.

I did as my girl asked. I’d always give in to her requests, especially when she wanted me to fuck her. I fucked her into the mattress, pulling my mouth away from hers to hear her squeal as she came.

As she relaxed into the plush blankets beneath her, coming down from her high, Marcella smiled up at me sweetly. A smile that would be my entire undoing. I’d give in to her every whim just to see that smile.

With a strained groan, I came hard. I flopped down onto my forearms, slipping my hands beneath Marcella’s shoulder blades. She cradled my face in her warm hands and kissed me in a way that made me want to stay in this room for the rest of my goddamn life.

For the rest of our life together. Which was fucking forever.

I could get used to forever with her.

I carried Marcella to the bathroom and cleaned her up like I always would, ran her a new bath, and placed her back where I found her. I got to my knees in front of the tub and threaded my fingers in her wild hair at the nape of her neck.

Drawing her forward, I paused before our lips met. “I will worship you, amorina. In every way you will let me worship you.”

“Oh, my God.” Her words were a breathy chuckle.

Her eyes fluttered closed as I kissed her one final time before I left.

I dressed slowly, dreading to discover what had happened since I had been gone.

Passing my men in the hall, I watched them return to their station outside my bedroom door, then continued downstairs. Laughter flowed from the game room, and I entered the smoky space, thankful that the laughter continued and I was able to slip in almost unnoticed.

“Is that a different shirt?” Neri asked.

“Yep.”

Chapter Twenty

MARCELLA

I was falling into a routine with Matteo that I adored.

Each morning, he’d wake me with a kiss against the tip of my nose and a soft chuckle when I’d groan. He’d pull me against him and kiss me until I opened my eyes, only taking it further if I initiated.

And I often did.

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