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My heartbeat picks up as I stare at the two bracelets encircling the other person’s wrist. One is a wide silver cuff, and the other a black leather band. I bought both with my pocket money five years ago and gave them to him. I didn't know he actually wore them.
“Touch her again,” Luca’s smooth, whiskey-like voice says above me, “and you die.”
I don’t ever remember seeing a man look at a woman the way Bianca’s husband looks at her. It’s as if she is the single most important being in the whole universe. I want that. I would kill to have Luca look at me that way, to be his sun and sky and everything in between.
“Dear God, I knew you were young, but I had no idea they made Luca marry a child.” She gives me a condescending smile. “What do you want, Simona?” “It’s Ms. Albano to you.” “You came into my house uninvited,” I say. “I’m going to call you whatever the fuck I want.”
“Your ass is a fucking piece of art.” He bends his head until his eyes are level with mine. “And it’s only mine to look at, Isabella.”
I bring her against me, pressing her back to my chest, then slide my hand across her front until I cup her pussy with my palm. “Don’t even think about moving.” I whisper into her ear and keep my hand covering her pussy. “I want my cum in you the whole night.”
“I am so fucking in love with you, Isabella.” Then, I crash my lips to hers.
FINALLY 🖤🫶🏻
“You know, I’m okay with you trying to kill me,” Luca says, and he looks down at the table. “That’s business. You tried. Failed. I shoot you in the head, and we all go back to our merry lives.” He reaches for a corkscrew on the table, then steps closer to Lorenzo. “But no one disrespects my wife, Lorenzo,”
“I’m sorry for lying to you,” I whisper. He bends his head until our noses are barely an inch apart. “About what?” “About you being in love with me,” I choke out. The corners of Luca’s lips curve up. “But you weren’t lying, Isabella.” His hand leaves my chin to travel down along my neck and chest, then around my waist to the small of my back. “You see, I was already crazy about you, way before the crash.” My breath catches. I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. “I’m so sorry for being a moron, Isa. For pushing you away, even after I fell in love with you”
