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“I found it the first day we came back from New York,” I wrap my hand around her waist to lock her to myself, wanting the assurance that her presence gives me like it's okay to spill. “Myfather left that for me. I am not a bitter man who just wants to make stories and kill his uncle, Rosaline.”

She doesn't say anything and I figure she is reading the letter.

“I'm sorry, Benedetto,” she sniffs, “You were going through your hell and I was too blind to notice, we were all too blind to notice,” she swallows. She hugs my hand around her with the letter to her chest, “I know you are no saint, but in this story, you are not the villain,” she turns to me, places a palm on my face, and keeps our eyes locked. “Not in my story either,” she smiles at me, “Not in my story,” she brushes my lips tenderly with her thumb and her eyes water, “We have to get him and get him good.”

I love the sound of we.

“Rosaline,” I pull her closer to me. I search her eyes but she looks away quickly, giving me the inclination that she has something else she needs to tell me, “Did Claudio hurt you?” God, please no. “Rosaline, did he…”

“No, he didn't, he did nothing of the sort,” she sniffs and wraps her arms around me to bury her face in the crook of my neck.

“Would you tell me if anyone hurts you?”

“Does that include you?”

I chuckle, “Yeah.”

“Okay,” she mutters into my chest.

I wrap my arms around her, “Sleep, baby.” I kiss her hair.

Fuck, I'm feeling like the king of the fucking galaxy right now.

As should be.

As fucking should be.

Chapter Twenty-Four

ROSE

Ifeel reborn.

I smile to myself and bite my lower lip, keeping my eyes closed so more memories of me and Benedetto together earlier can sprint through my mind.

Everything he did. Every single thing he gave. I loved all of it, I might have a new addiction. I hug myself and breathe in heavily as I remember his touch, his groans, his thrusts, his command, the intensity of his face when he looks at me.

My world.

I chuckle slightly and shake my head against the mattress, trying to remove the thought of him slowly becoming my world. I don't know when and how he climbed up the pyramid of my heart, but knowing Benedetto and his track record, he won't be coming down from that spot.

No doubt I feel weak and sapped out from my multi-orgasm, with my sex sore from Benedetto’s pummeling, and my butt hole still trying to understand what happened to it. But still, I feel new. I feel better, and if it weren't for the secret I'm keeping from him about Lawrence killing my father, and my involvement in agreeing with Claudio to seduce him, I'd feel better than I have all my life.

The smile on my face swipes off and I swallow down the bitter lump of my lies. They are white lies, but I’m still lying. I want to tell him everything so badly, to empty everything in my conscience. Not just about Claudio or Lawrence, but about how I am beginning to feel.

I grunt silently when it hits me that I can't even put how I feel into words to express it to another person. Especially when the person is Benedetto.

I throw the fuzzy comforter on me aside, open my eyes to the warm light of his bedroom, and I try to sit on the bed but decide against it when the pressure on my pussy makes me wince.

“You are awake,” Benedetto calls from the dining table in the corner, eating from the tray of food Maria had given me to bring to him.

“And you are eating,” I roll my eyes at him. I know I was sleeping but why do I feel like I wanted him to wait for me so we could eat together? I feel like I want him to wait for me so we can do everything together.

“You were sleeping, Rosaline,” he scowls. Yeah, of course, he hadn’t changed at all. Good for us.

I snort, “No baby?” I heard him call me that. Son of a bitch. I liked it.

He closes his eyes and exhales sharply, “What the fuck is no baby?”

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