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She smiled around me, and my orgasm rammed through me like a goddamn truck. I thrust into her mouth, spilling into her and gasping while my whole body shook.
We collapsed on top of the duvet and panted while staring at the ceiling. Seconds ticked by. Her curls tickled my shoulder, and her scent made me dizzy with the kind of want no amount of orgasms would sate.
I loved her body, but I wanted more than that. I wantedeverything.
The thought was so unsettling that I sat up and decided it was better to stop thinking altogether.
I wasn’t done with her yet.
My fingertips explored every inch of her skin, while she watched me silently with hooded eyes. Within minutes, I was hard again, and she pushed me onto my back and slid onto my cock.
Guess she wasn’t done with me either.
“God, you feel good,” she moaned as she rode me. “So good.”
I watched her, mesmerized. And yet thoughts kept intruding. I’d told her I’d ruin other men for her, but in that moment, I knew I was the one being ruined. A sense of certainty coalesced inside my chest. There’d be no one else after her. No one.
She was it for me.
Not love, huh?
Something hot and desperate bloomed inside my chest. I grabbed her by the waist and flipped us over, driving into her tight, wet heat. My forehead touched hers as my thrusts turned punishing. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” she moaned against my lips.
I savored hearing that word spill past her lips. Our mouths collided in a messy, inelegant kiss that carried no pretenses.
I could’ve told her then that I wanted to call off the deal. I could’ve told her that she had enslaved me.
But I couldn’t tell her that I loved her.Wouldn’t.
And so we stayed tightly tangled in each other until we both found our release.
Our breathing and hearts slowed. We lay there, my arm slung across her waist, her back pressed against my chest, only the hum of the wall heater disturbing the silence around us.
“Cosimo?” There was an inflection in her tone that kept me silent.
A beat passed. Two. I heard her swallow. “I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want that other husband anymore.”
The whispered words lingered in the air. My ribs felt like they had cracked right open, exposing my heart.
And still, I stayed silent. Pretended I was asleep.
After a while, she let out a low sigh, shifted against me, and tucked the pillow under her head.
I bit on the inside of my mouth until I tasted blood.
Fabiana was brave. But me?
I was a coward.
CHAPTER 39
FABIANA
It wasthe birds that woke me.
A pair of cooing doves had settled on the windowsill. Outside the window, the tiled roofs of the nearby buildings were awash in golden light.
