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I nod, the memory sharp in my mind. “He was a hitman who tried to kill me. He was the man who poisoned my sister. I needed information from him so I hurt him to get it.
He told me that someone was coming for you. The real question is why is your father interfering? What does he want out of getting involved?”
“Money. It’s all he ever cared about. When I called you, you were doing that. Why not tell me the truth?”
I nod. “I was trying to protect you but If we’re going to stay married, I will be honest with you, good and bad, in the future.”
I lean forward. “I took away your right to be part of the decisions we make. How could I convince you that you’re strong if I don’t let you have a say in things?”
Her hand finds mine, her touch warm and reassuring. “I understand why you did it. But we’re partners, Alessandro. Your battles are mine, too. Not because I’m caught in the crossfire, but because I choose to stand by your side.”
Her words resonate, a reminder of the strength of our bond. “You’re right,” I say, my voice stronger for the admission. “I’ve underestimated you.”
She smiles, a beautiful, brave smile that lights up the room. “We’ll face whatever comes, together,” she says, her conviction clear. “I don’t want a life without you, Alessandro, but I also don’t want a life where I’m kept on the sidelines, shielded from the truth.
“You brought me into the open, made me stand tall. You can’t just take that away again when it suits you.”
The truth in her words hits me with the force of a revelation. “I’ve been so afraid,” I admit, allowing the vulnerability I’ve kept at bay to surface, “afraid that by letting go, even just a little, I’d fail you. Fail to protect you. But maybe the real failure is not trusting you enough to stand with me, not beside me.”
She squeezes my hand. “Letting me in, sharing the burden, that’s not losing control. It’s choosing us, choosing to fight together.”
I tell her about the fight, about the lengths I’ve gone to keep us safe. It’s a confession of sorts, an admission of the darkness that I navigate in my quest to protect what’s mine.
And she listens, her eyes never leaving mine. I don’t see fear or disgust. I see understanding. By the time I’ve finished talking, we’re laid on the bed together.
I lie beside her, tracing patterns on her skins. “Once all this is over, you don’t have to stay with me,” I tell her. “There’ll be no more danger. You’ll be free to follow your own path.”
Her reaction is immediate, a spark of defiance in her eyes. “You can’t decide that for me,” she counters, her voice laced with a strength that takes me by surprise. “You don’t get to push me away ‘for my own good.’ I’ve had a lifetime of people making my choices for me. My father, he never made me feel valued. Always pushed aside, always second to everything else. You don’t get away from me that easily.”
“I’m terrified every day that something might happen to you because of me.”
“And I trust you,” she says, her hand finding mine in the darkness. “I believe in you, Alessandro. I don’t want to leave. Despite the danger, being with you is worth the risk.”
Her words are a salve to my soul, a promise of togetherness in the face of whatever storms may come. I wrap my arms around her, drawing her close, stroking her hair.
She turns to face me in the dim light. Her gaze meets mine, filled with a hunger that matches my own. The air crackles with anticipation, charged with the electricity of desire that binds us together.
I lean in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that ignites a fire within us both.
The room fades away as we become lost in each other, consumed by the overwhelming need to feel alive in this moment.
With a growl, I take control, pinning her beneath me as I plunge into her depths with an intensity born of love and lust intertwined.
Her breath is ragged as I thrust deeper, seeking the same release I feel coursing through my veins. Her hands grip my shoulders, nails digging into my flesh.
With each thrust, her body arches beneath me, a silent plea for more. And I give it to her, my movements growing frantic as we near the precipice together.
With one final thrust, I spill into her, my body shuddering with the force of my release.
Her eyes lock onto mine as she succumbs to her own pleasure, her face contorted with the intensity of her orgasm.
As I pull out gently, I smile at the sight of my love entwined with me, her eyes heavy with the weight of our shared experience. She reaches up and traces her fingers along my jawline, her touch sending a shiver down my spine.
“Thank you,” she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion.
“For what?” I ask, my voice just as rough.
“For everything. For loving me so deeply. For showing me what it means to be truly alive.”
