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More like the devil’s hour. And the devil’s in my bed.
Lazzaro Rosetti is Mom’s twenty-nine-year-old husband, a grade-A asshole, and my new stepfather.
I want to scream, but I don’t, because eighteen years on this earth has taught me that no matter what goes wrong, it’s always my fault.
Someone was going to suffer for what he’d been forced to do, and I’m his perfect victim.
The priest prompted him to say his vows, and he lifted his eyes to mine as he spoke the words, I do. Like a curse. Like a threat.
“Why are you torturing me like this? What did I ever do to you?”
“It’s nothing personal, Mia. I just hate your ...
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Lazzaro is the biggest asshole I’ve ever met, but he’s also stupidly hot, and I hate him even more because of it.
“Come on, Mia. Show me how bad girls get off in the middle of the night.”
“Do as you’re told, Mia. I’m not letting you up until you come again.”
“Good fucking girl.”
“Pull your shorts down and beg me to fuck you. You’re so wet, I’ll glide right in and be balls deep before you can moan my name.”
Lazzaro has painted a heart in cum on my sheets. A filthy little love note, from him to me.
My stepdaughter is as filthy as I am, and that blew my goddamn mind, so I blew hers by forcing a few more orgasms from her.
Every time he smirks down at my hands on his chest, I want to slap his face and then go up on my toes to kiss him.
“Then keep on living out of sheer spite. Or just live because you’re beautiful, inside and out, and the world needs people like you.” I need people like you. I need you.
What if the mistake I actually made was marrying the wrong Bianchi woman? This girl’s far more my speed. She’s wild. Sexy. Funny. If I were her husband, I would throw everything I had into making her happy and knocking her up.
What am I doing, sneaking around my stepdaughter’s back with my wife now? This is crazy. How do I get myself into these messes?
“You’re the pretty one,” he mutters under his breath. A moment later, he shifts on his feet so that his arm is pressed against mine. “You always were.”
One thing my ex-boyfriend knows about me is that I really like giving head. Like, really like it.
No one can hurt you like family can. Just because you tell yourself it doesn’t matter it doesn’t mean you stop caring about that sort of pain.
I wish I could say I hated this, but the only time I can breathe is when I’m around Mia. I’m struggling to care about what’s right and wrong.
She’s what I crave. She’s what I need.
“You’re wonderful as Tasha,” Laz whispers. “Beautiful and fearless. The moment I saw you, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. But you know who’s twice as entrancing? Mia, when she’s curled up in an armchair reading a book, so absorbed in what she’s doing that she doesn’t notice she’s wrapping and unwrapping a strand of hair around her finger. I can’t stop staring at that girl. She’s real. She doesn’t have to be anyone else.”
“What will you do once you’re free?” he asks me.
“Just be. There’s nothing else that I want.”
“How about you just be mine,” he says in a low voice.
I feel so dirty. I let a man who’s too old for me use me to take revenge on the woman he didn’t want to marry.
Since when am I your Mia?
Since you became the only thing I care about.
“I’m not your consolation prize.”
“Bambi, you’re my grand prize.”
“Will you let me make it up to you? Not sex,” I say quickly. “Not if you don’t want to. I’ll wash your hair. Feed you strawberries. Paint your toenails. Whatever you want. The night is yours and I’m your footman. Your servant. Whatever you want me to be.”
“Come on, Mrs. Rosetti. Let’s go get you that bridal suite.”
There’s no champagne, there are no rose petals strewn around. It’s disappointing because I want those corny things for us. That’s when the realization hits me. I’m going to marry this girl one day.
“I was so scared to touch you at first,” she confesses. “I worried that once I had a taste for you, I wouldn’t be able to stop wanting you.”
“And?”
“Now I’m obsessed w...
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“I feel like a princess.”
“You taste like one, too.”
There’s only one man on earth that I’d even consider marrying, and he’s married to someone else.
“That’s so hot. I want you pregnant. Have my baby and let’s run away together.”
Drago Lastra makes me feel every time his gaze latches onto my woman. I’m gripping my cutlery like weapons. Yes, Mia is beautiful. Congratulations for figuring it out, Lastra. Now stop fucking staring at her.
Out in the garage, I stand in the cool, dark silence next to my car, wishing I could just drive away and leave everyone behind. But that would mean losing Mia, and that girl has me tethered to her heart. I couldn’t walk away from her to save my life.
I picture Mia wearing a wedding dress with a pregnant belly, and my dick gets so hard.
Put them away, slut.
I’ve been an irresponsible asshole all these years, but I can be a man for Mia.
“I have to go. I think I hear Mia coming.”
“No, you’re not.” Laz’s gaze swings to me, trying to disappear on the other side of the room. “But Mia is. Mia’s having my baby.”
“You know what? I don’t care. As long as I have Mia and our baby, nothing else matters.”
