Tonight has been intense.
We’ve moved fast. Faster than I’m sure she’s used to.
I settle for combing my hands through her sweat-damp hair with soothing fingers, not even a little bit surprised when she slips into sleep.
I’m tempted to stay where I am, my semi-hard prick still snug inside her, swaddled in her wet warmth.
We didn’t discuss contraception and the thought of breeding her, of even now starting our family, fills the primal part of me with thick satisfaction.
So much so I want to wake her up and do this all over again.
Fill her womb to overflowing until her eggs don’t have a choice but to welcome me home. To create fat babies we’ll both love.
I’m Sicilian.
Family is everything.
I’ve met the woman I intend to marry.
Why wait?
When I feel myself harden, I exhale slowly and pull out of her. The sound she makes—a cross between a whimper, a gasp and a protest—tunnels straight into my groin.
I grit my teeth and force myself to retreat.
She was a virgin less than half an hour ago. I may be an animal but even beasts take a breath in between rutting.
Reluctantly, I leave her to sleep, clean up in the bathroom, and check out the rest of the house.
My men would’ve ensured things were safe but with my newfound treasure, I can’t take chances.
The bedrooms are tasteful but decked out for a rental not a home.
For a moment I let myself wonder how Aria would change it if we lived here. How she would make a home anywhere we decided to settle.
Stop getting ahead of yourself,culo.
One of my men has retrieved the remains of our picnic and left them on the patio table. I bring them into the kitchen, lock the door before I pour myself a cognac.
Then, with a grim smile, I send the message I’ve been dying to send since that shit stain Barry tried to whore out my angel.
I clutch my phone in my fist until the requisite “yes, boss” comes through.
Thick satisfaction oozes through my veins.
By morning, Barry’s Bar will be no more, and Bella will be offered a new, much better job.
One more predator out of business.
As much as I’m dying to return to the warm, willing arms of my angel, my tingling sixth sense makes me linger.
The moment I drop into the sofa, my phone rings.
Even before I check the screen, I know it’s Gio.
I hit the button and raise the phone to my ear. “Did you even bother to check time zones before you called?”
“You’ve been ignoring my calls for almost a week and you gonna bust my balls even though you sound wide awake?”