Page 100 of The Billionaire's Destiny

“When you fought him, you didn’t know if he lived or died. But after what he did to you, I always planned to kill him. No one ever hurts you and gets to live. No one.” I knew my rage, and now I knew his. He loved me so much he’d destroy anything that harmed me.

I rose to my feet, captured his face between my hands, and kissed him with a wild urgency I had never known. He sprang from his chair, fingers tangling in my hair as he pulled me closer, tilting my chin up to meet his. Our gazes sparked, and in their depths was pain and love, but oh so much more. Here was a man ready to risk his life, his freedom, everything for my sake. There could be no one else; I am utterly besotted, devoted to him until my last breath. Our lips pressed, and a jolt coursed through me on contact. He yanked my hair roughly, and my blood and pulse rushed like I was on fire. We pulled away to breathe; my heart was too full, and my lips spilled a confession. “I first fell for you on a street in Siena, and then all over again at the foot of the staircase on our wedding day. You, my Rocco, are my world.”

Rocco groaned. “And you are mine, Bella. I fell in love with you the first day I saw you, and every day I fall deeper.”

Happiness sang in my veins as heat flooded my body, and a sharp shudder ran through me. The room was filled with the soft rustle of fabric, and the heady scent of cologne mingled with desire. He snatched at my silk blouse, the smoothness slipping through his fingers, and I matched his hunger, tearing open his suit jacket with a satisfying rip, clutching at his shirt, desperate to feel his hot, bare skin. Our eyes locked again, and I could see the lust and craving consuming his dark gaze.

“You, only you,” Rocco breathed between jagged inhales, his body trembling like the low rumble of distant thunder under my touch. With urgency, he backed me up to the desk, the cool wood meeting my skin as he swept the clutter aside to make room for us. I pushed my skirt and thong down, and he kissed me. He started from my head, trailing down my jaw, and I threw my neck back, relishing the tingling sensation as he kissed down to my breasts, each touch sending a shiver through me, the sensitivity heightened with the baby. He gently grazed his tongue over my nipple, coaxing a gasp from my lips. He lifted me to the edge of the desk, and I lay back, feeling the sturdy support beneath me as he moved between my legs.

“You’re my forever, Bella.” His voice was a whisper that vibrated through me. He stretched my leg, pressing close just to capture my lips again, our tongues swirling in hot, sweet kisses. Then he rose and lifted one of my legs, his mouth trailing searing kisses up my inner thigh, and my pussy clenched with anticipation.

I lifted my hands over my head, surrendering fully to the moment, releasing a loud gasp of complete and utter surrender. “Take all of me. I’m yours.”

He moaned and shuddered. “I will in this life and the next.” He stood strong and powerful, carved out of the best of nature, with a heart bigger than the universe. His large cock jutted thickly, the tip already glistening, and I was ready. I trembledas he entered me, stopping to hold still, and I could feel him throbbing. “Oh, you are to be savored.” He held himself still, and my inner walls clenched, and he let out a low groan and started to move, pounding into me with reckless abandon.

“Oh yes, I love you,” I moaned, gripping the edge of the desk and losing myself in the pleasure of every anarchic sensual drive.

I felt my inner muscles squeezing, and I let out a scream in pleasure as I came.

Rocco circled his hips and grazed my ankle with his teeth. His hands gripped tighter. “Yes, fuck. I feel it. Oh.”

He jerked forward and let out a loud roar, his whole body shaking.

We looked at each other again, and in that instant, the world felt utterly complete. His hand gently traced my belly, cradling our baby.

“You are my destiny.”

I knew with absolute certainty he was mine.

A new page turned in our lives, and it was almost blank.

But I knew with absolute certainty that it would be wonderful. There would be ups and downs, as Luca had said about marriages. But we were making our marriage amazing with so many years ahead of us to fill with love and joy.

Thank you, Luca, for making this all possible. I miss you.

My forehead cooled against the bathroom tiles as hot water poured over me, letting the heat melt away my tension. Rocco’s hands clasped my waist, his fingertips tracing the scar with a firmness he’d never shown before. He never wanted to remind me in fear he’d trigger the memory, and I knew he’d have erased every hurt if he could. At times, the healed wound ached, but today it was victory. Judge Colby didn’t win. He was gone.

Despite everything he inflicted, we survived, and that was his undoing. He never imagined Rocco would push him to the edge, leaving him to choose between overdose or prison. Was it ever really a choice for him? “…after what he did to you, I always planned to kill him. No one ever hurts you and gets to live. No one.”There was no blood, but Rocco had ended a life.

In the end, death was the only door left for Judge Colby. He was too dangerous to let live. If spared, he would only revivehis schemes, spin more blackmail, and collect favors from his corrupt circle of allies. We’d lived it before. Last time, he barely saw the inside of a cell, shuffled off to rehab, and then was welcomed back to the judge’s bench as if nothing happened. If he walked free again, what would stop him?He would hunt me down and kill me.

A shiver ran through me, part adrenaline, part sensation of the rough scrape of the sponge on my back, bringing me to the present. My body turned in place, and I wrapped my arms around Rocco’s waist, hugging him fiercely. “Thank you.”

I stared at him standing strong and tall in front of me, no tremors of regret or fear at what he’d done. “Ti amo, Bella. Non c’è niente che non farei per te.”I love you, Bella. There’s nothing I won’t do for you.

“I love you, Rocco.”Tension dissolved from my shoulders as my stress and fear ran down the drain. For a heartbeat, my mind went to Luca in one of the Polaroids in that hollowed-out book he left for me to find, menacing over my father. He’d been sprawled in filth, lost in a ruined drug den. Luca used him for vengeance, blind to the collateral damage he caused until he was forced to face it. Truly, Luca had always been complicated; he’d been both the betrayer and the redeemer. But not Rocco, though; he killed Judge Colby for me and for our future. My love for him was immense.

We left the shower. One chapter had ended, leaving much destruction in our lives. Rocco had given up part of his inheritance and hadn’t raised enough for his studio. Yet, he was grinning. “What are you smiling about?”

“Our future. Now’s the best time ever,” he said in a joyous tone.

I gave him a searching look. “Best time ever? After everything you sacrificed?”

“It’s not a sacrifice if I know I will get everything back, Bella. I loaned out my spot to prove myself. Now I do the work. Get more investors, win more awards, and go full steam ahead in creating my studio.”

Normally, I’d point out everything that had gone wrong, but instead I laced my fingers together with excitement. Rocco and I could do anything, and I not only believed it, I wanted to be a part of the work. “Where do we start?”

He spun me in a circle. “That’s exactly the spark I missed.”