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“You’re doing so well,” he whispers. “Fuck, Vale. You’re fucking perfect.”
The next time he pulls out, I remember how amazing it felt to have him suck on my clit, so I try the same on him. He makes a tortured moan. “I’m going to fill your pretty little mouth with my cum,” he pants. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
I can’t speak, but I increase my speed to show him that’s exactly what I want, and moments later, I feel him stiffen even more and explode on my tongue.
This is the first time I’ve tasted a man. The taste isn’t entirely pleasant, but God, the act of making him lose control is delicious enough on its own. I fall back on my hands and watch him try to gather himself. He’s barely holding himself up. His elbows rest on his knees, and he looks so spent, soshattered, it fills me with pride. Imadehim look like this.
He props his forehead into his palm and peeks up at me. “I’m afraid of what you’ll do to me after you get more practice.”
“Maybe I’ll tie you up and have my way with you,” I say. “They say payback is a bitch.”
He barks a laugh and pulls me to his lap. “I think I’ll enjoy that kind of payback.”
I nuzzle my face into his neck and smile against his skin.
A sense of peace washes over me.
I wish the sun wouldn’t rise.
I wish I could forget everything and stay like this with him forever.
CHAPTER32
VALENTINA
I wakeup late to find Damiano already gone. After we stripped the bed and changed the sheets in the middle of the night, it took me a while to get back to sleep, and now I’m groggy.
I blink at the clock hanging on his wall. It reads…half past noon.
Gemma’s class is at ten a.m., and accounting for the time difference, I might be speaking to my sister in just a few hours. Suddenly, I’m very awake. What am I going to say to her?
I hop out of bed, get myself dressed, and hurry downstairs. Martina is in the kitchen, cooking, and when she sees my harried appearance, she gives me a questioning look. “You look like you’re late for an exam. What’s going on?”
“Is your brother around?”
She shakes her head. “He left a few hours ago. I’m not sure where he went.”
Damiano should be here when I talk to Gemma. Ineedhim to be here. How quickly he went from the man I was trying to get away from to the man who’s support I crave.
Martina frowns at my anxious expression. “Sit down, Vale. I’ll get you some coffee.” She slides a plate of potato medallions topped with eggs and ham across the island. “Huevos rotos. Eat.”
I climb up on one of the stools—the one Vito sat on when him and Nelo came by—and grab a fork. The food is delicious, as always, and when Martina hands me an espresso, I drink it in one gulp. “Thank you,” I say.
She sits on the stool across from me. “What’s bothering you?”
I move the potatoes around the yolk. “I’m going to talk to my sister Gemma today.”
Martina sips on her own espresso. “Isn’t that a good thing? I thought you said you miss your sisters.”
“I do, I just…don’t really know what to say to her.” I meet Martina’s clear hazel gaze. “I feel guilty for leaving her in New York.”
“You didn’t have a choice,” she says. “There was no time for you to get her when we were running away. If we’d stopped, we may have been caught.”
I cross my feet at my ankles. “I know. There’s no way I could have gotten her out at that time, but maybe once I got you to the airport, I could have gone back for her.” The moment I say it, I realize it’s just a childish fantasy. I sigh. “To be honest, I’m not sure she would have even gone with me. I would have had to explain everything to her. You, Lazaro, and everything leading up to that moment.” My stomach twists. “My husband was a bad man, Martina.”
“I know,” she says quietly, looking down at her cup. She’s remembering things. Things she shouldn’t need to remember for my sake.
“The real kind, not the kind that warns you of how bad they are,” I say, alluding to yesterday’s conversation and giving her a soft smile.
