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“This life… it will take you from me too,” she sobs.

“Not soon,” I try to offer her comfort. “Shh…”

She pulls away, then says, “I’ll prepare something to eat.”

That’s how my aunt deals, she starts making enough food for an army. Leaving her, I go look for Elena.

When I get to our bedroom, I nod at Leo, where he’s taken position right outside the door. “Take a break.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Walking into our room, I come to a sudden halt. Elena’s busy pulling leggings on, and for a second, I get a good look at her perfect ass, covered in only lace.

Christ.

My eyes sweep up her back, and when I shut the door, she glances over her shoulder as she reaches into the closet for an oversized shirt.

Up until now, she’s avoided getting dressed in front of me, and instead of pulling the shirt on as quickly as she can, she drops the fabric and rushes to me.

She throws her arms around my neck, and I almost let out a growl from only feeling her lace bra between us, her breasts pressing against my chest.

I’m tempted to within an inch of my sanity to throw her on the bed and fuck the anger and stress away. Instead, I wrap my arms tightly around her and savor the feel of her bare skin.

She lifts her head, and when our eyes lock, everything fades.

The attempt on my life.

The enemies at my door.

All I see is the love shining from her eyes. The fear for my life. The feverish heartbreak of almost losing me.

Lifting my hands, I frame her face. “Amore mio,” I whisper, happy she’s learned to love me but angry as fuck she had to witness a hit on my life. I wanted to spare her from that part of our lives.

“I was so scared,” she whispers. “I can’t lose you.”

My eyes caress hers. “You won’t lose me.”

When she pulls back, she lowers her hand to the bandage on my side, the sight of it seeming to cause her pain. Probably more than I’m feeling.

“I’m okay,” I say once again.

She shakes her head. “Sei la miglior cosa che mi sia capitata,” she whispers. “Sei il mio tutto.”

You’re the best thing that happened to me. You’re my everything.

The words settle deep in my heart. They burrow into my soul.

Taking hold of her chin, I lift her face to mine, and then I fuse my mouth with hers.

I kiss her with all the pent-up hunger that’s been building since I laid eyes on her. My tongue thrusts against Elena’s, showing her what I plan on doing to her tonight.

I’m done waiting.

She loves me.

I love her.

I’m not waiting a day longer to claim all of her.

If I could have my way, I’d fuck her right now, but I can’t leave my aunt alone while she’s in such a state.

I break the kiss and let go of Elena before I change my mind. “I’m taking the rest of the day off. Let’s go relax in the living room.” Because if we stay up here, I’m going to lose the little control I have.

I walk to the closet and pull a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt out. As Elena picks up her shirt, I unbuckle my belt and step out of my shoes. Her eyes dart to me, and then she pulls the fabric over her head as I push the pants down my legs.

My eyes stay glued to her, and as soon as her head pops through the neck of the shirt, she glances at me.

There’s no awkwardness on her face when she sees me standing, clothed only in a pair of boxers. She looks comfortable, and it puts me at ease.

I step into the sweatpants and pull on my t-shirt. The second I’m done, Elena takes my hand and links our fingers. She pushes up on her tiptoes and presses a kiss to my jaw.

The moment feels intimate between us, as if we’ve finally moved to the next phase of our relationship.

I tug her closer to me, and lifting my right hand to her cheek, I lean down and capture her mouth. The kiss is tender and slow, filled with our newfound love.

When I begin to pull away, Elena follows, and then she deepens the kiss. I let go of her hand, and clasping the back of her head, I tilt her to give me better access to her mouth.

She lets out a moan, and I instantly harden, the kiss going from loving to filthy in a split second.

My control slips, and grabbing hold of her ass, I lift her against my body. Elena wraps her legs around me, and I push her against the closet door. There’s a stab of pain in my side, but I ignore it the moment I feel Elena’s heat warming my cock. My tongue lashes at hers, and I thrust hard, my cock wanting to tear through the clothes between us.


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