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To fighting for who you love—including yourself
Dante was a billionaire, but he had the manners of an ill-bred troll.
I walked away before he could respond.
Stopppp cus she ate him uppppp
Vivian’s laugh evoked a strange sensation in my chest. Heartburn? Investigate later.
“Why? He’s hot, you’re hot, the sex is guaranteed to be hot,” she argued. “Come on, Viv. Let me live vicariously through you. My life is so boring these days.”
“You forget.” I pressed my fingers against her nape, forcing her to look up at me. “You’re my fiancée. Not Kai’s. Not anyone else’s. I don’t give a fuck how handsome they are or what type of accent they have. You’re mine, and no one…” I dipped my head, my lips brushing hers with each word. “Touches what’s mine.”
“If you won’t say it, I will.” I slowly withdrew both fingers, then thrust them inside her again. “It says you’re mine. Puoi negarlo quanto vuoi, ma è la verità.”
“I’ll have the full report in your inbox within the next hour,” Giulio said. “Is there anything else you need from me at this time?” “The one who held Vivian at gunpoint? Leave him for me.”
Not are you hurt, but are you okay? Two different questions.
She wasn’t my wife yet, but she was mine. No one threatened what was mine.
Babes alr obsesseddddddd
“It happened in Central Park,” I said smoothly. “It was a gorgeous morning, and I thought we were simply going for a walk…” Janis and Gianni listened, their expressions enraptured, as I spun a dramatic story featuring flowers, tears, and swans. Dante appeared less charmed. His frown deepened with each word out of my mouth, and when I reached the part about him wrestling the swan who’d tried to run off with my brand-new engagement ring, he gave me a look so dark it could’ve snuffed out the sun.
“How does he look at me?” Janis smiled. “Like he never wants to look away.”
Kissing Vivian. Letting my guard down. Almost having sex with her in my parents’ villa, for Christ’s sake.
Almost??? BABE U DID LMAOOO?!?!?!?!
“But to clarify, we sometimes blow off steam by boxing. He happened to land more hits today since I was…distracted.” Thinking about you.
“He was touching you.” Dante’s eyes darkened to midnight. “Did you want him to touch you?”
“I hate the idea of you touching anyone else, or anyone else touching you. I hate that other people can make you laugh in a way I can’t. I hate how I feel around you, like you’re the only person that can make me lose control when I. Don’t. Lose. Control.”
“I don’t know isn’t good enough,” I whispered.
“Because you’re mine.” His teeth scored my neck. “You wear my ring. You’ve come on my face and hand. You live in my head all the fucking time, even if I don’t want you to…” His palm slid to my hip, where his fingers dug grooves into my skin. “And God, I want to punish you for driving me so damn crazy. Every. Single. Day.”
“I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.” His voice turned harsh. “You”—thrust—”are”—thrust—”my”—thrust—”wife.”
“But you are mine. You asked if it was still just business…” He dragged his cock out slowly, letting me feel every inch of him, before slamming it back in. Electric sensations shot through me, turning my body into a live wire. “Does this feel like business?”
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“Business would be staying in California and celebrating a deal I’d worked a year on instead of rushing back to see you,” he finally said, his voice low and loaded with gravel. “Business would be completing my D.C. trip instead of waking my pilot up for a last-minute flight home. In all my years as CEO, I’ve only cut a work trip short twice, Vivian, and both those instances were because of you.” A wry twist of his lips. “So no, it’s not just fucking business anymore.”
“You can’t see the stars in New York,” Dante said. “So I brought the stars to you.”
