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“And nothing looks entirely too delicious on you, my bellissima principessa.”

As his cock pulsed inside my pussy, I toyed with his hair. I found it interesting that where I’d hated being called a princess before, now the word meant more to me than it should.

There was no hesitation. He continued to ravage my body, keeping his thrusts long and even, the water sloshing over us. Beads of sweat dripped down his face, glistening in the golden light of the moon. And at this moment, everything was perfect. The timing. The location. The lighting.

And the man.

Maybe I had found my Prince Charming after all, dressed in expensive clothes and always carrying an arsenal of weapons.

I wanted the fairytale, the one where the hunk refused to allow anything to happen to me while also sweeping me off my feet. Was it possible that’s what I’d found in the man holding me, already claiming me as his possession?

“You’re sweet innocence,” he said in a husky voice, one filled with so much emotion I was instantly stunned. “And I’m utter dangerous chaos. I’ll ruin you if given the chance.”

“Maybe I want to be ruined.”

His expression turned even more carnal, his entire face contorting as his muscles tensed. I could tell he was close to orgasming, erupting deep inside of me. That’s exactly what I wanted, to be filled with his seed.

As he narrowed his eyes, his chest rising and falling, the possessive side of him became overpowering. Then he began to shake and I squeezed my muscles, lifting my head toward the stars as he climaxed deep inside.

And when he issued the same word I’d heard a year before, I believed him.

“Mine.”

CHAPTER 10

Mattia

Sweet. Fucking. Innocence.

That described Sophia perfectly. However, the description I’d used of myself offered little more than an opaque glimpse of the man protected behind sheets of armor. I was danger personified, evil without a conscience. I wouldn’t just ruin her. I’d destroy every bit of goodness inside of her.

Yet I’d reminded her once again that she was mine.

I stormed into the foyer, rage outranking my feelings of warmth for the beautiful girl. That happened every single time I heard from my father.

Business.

I certainly hadn’t been called to the main house of the estate for a friendly conversation. As always, just walking into the place where I’d grown up was oppressive. The employees never talked, never cracked a smile because there was no light or laughter in the house. That had died a long time ago, the fading memories ones I couldn’t stand any longer. They reminded me of hope. There was none in the DeLuca family.

Today, the young employee I passed in the foyer scuttled away with a look of terror on her face. That usually meant my father was in a foul mood.

“What do you need, Pops?” I asked my father as soon as I strode into his office. He barely looked up from his paperwork, acting as if I was a bother for interrupting him. That was easy to tell by the look of disdain on his face.

“You’re attending the Lazarro gathering tonight. There’s an informal Five Families meeting at Roberto Lazarro’s estate.”

“This is the first I’ve heard about it.” The timing was off, a special meeting outside of the regular quarterly ones rare. My father never made requests and he also never asked me to go in his place to a meeting of the Italian famiglia. It was unheard of, the old school ways preventing even the firstborn sons of the Dons from attending.

“Because you didn’t need to know before now,” he snapped, glaring at me as if I’d broken a cardinal rule. He tossed a paper file aside, rubbing the stubble on his face. He looked every bit the aging man, likely given his penchant for scotch, cigars, and whores. And not necessarily in that order.

I found it interesting I could tell he was worried about the meeting, which in itself was unusual, but I sensed something was different.

While I was curious about the real reason he wanted me to attend the meeting, it took all I had not to punch my fist into his face from the way he’d treated Tommaso. I knew better than to act on my desires, biding my time until I could end my father’s life with no ramifications. Still, the fucker always put me on edge, enough so a single visit usually required something tangible to soothe my anger.

Another taste of the stunning Sophia would certainly help, although I doubted history would repeat itself so soon. Now was the time for prudence, using her gift as a weapon deplorable but possibly necessary. The bottom line was that within two years, she and I would be married.

Period.

My thoughts remained with the woman I’d laid claim to and I sighed. Her father, Roberto Lazarro, rivaled my father in terms of brutality, but he always made certain his daughters had the best of everything.

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