Page 165 of Ruthless Vow
“Ti amo.” She clenches around me. “You’re everything. You hear me? Fucking everything.”
Her hips rise to meet each thrust. I reach between us, thumb finding her clit, circling the way she likes.
“I love you,” she whispers.
“Then come for me.” I press harder, angle my hips. “Come on my cock,amore mio. Let me feel it.”
Her back arches. Her nails score down my back and the sting of it pulls a groan from my chest.
She shatters. Her whole body locks around me, and I bury myself to the hilt and let go, coming inside her with her name breaking apart on my tongue.
“Cazzo.” I press my face into her neck. Breathe her in. Jasmine and sweat and sex. “Cassia.”
After, I hold her against my chest. Press my lips to her temple. Her hair. The curve of her shoulder.
She makes a soft sound and burrows closer. Her fingers trace idle patterns over my heart.
“Worth waiting for,” she says, her voice a low hum against my skin.
“What is?”
“This. You. All of it.”
I press a kiss to her hair.
We lie there as the light shifts from gold to amber.
“Gia thinks we should expand to Baton Rouge next,” she says after a while.
“Whatever you want.”
“She also has answers. About Romano. The Benedetti timeline.”
My hand stills on her back.
“That can wait. Tonight is about us.”
“I know.” She lifts her head. “I just wanted you to know. We have the full picture. It’s done.”
The man who killed my father is dead. The conspiracy is dismantled. Closed.
Cassia shifts against me. Takes my hand. Guides it slowly down her body.
Presses it low on her stomach.
Holds it there.
I go still.
“Cassia.”
“I found out yesterday.” A tremor runs through her voice. Her eyes are bright, brimming. “I wanted to tell you here. In this house. Where everything started.”
“Tesoro.” The word rips out of me. My voice cracks on the second syllable. “You’re sure?”
“Three tests. And Gia confirmed it this morning.” She laughs, tears spilling down her cheeks. “We’re having a baby, Dante.”
My hand is shaking.
