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“I love you, Nina. I’ll love you forever,” Heath whispers into my hair.
I laugh. “You don’t have to spend our entire honeymoon telling me that. I know you love me. That’s what the wedding was about.”
“But I want to. I need to tell you every single day for forever so that you don’t forget it.”
“I’ll never forget it,” I say, kissing his soft lips. “Now, go get me a drink. I’m thirsty.”
He smiles and rolls off the lounger we have been lying on together while I spread out.
“What do you want, gorgeous?”
I scrunch my nose like I’m thinking real hard. “Anything that comes with one of those umbrella things.”
He chuckles. “Everything comes with those here.”
I smile. “Exactly. As long as it’s fruity and it has alcohol in it, then I’m happy.”
Heath nods and leaves to get me a drink while I nap in the warm sun.
“What are you dreaming about?” he asks when he returns.
“You.” I grin. “Your muscles wrapped around me, your cock pushing against my belly, my hands tangled in your dark hair—”
* * *
“Dark hair, huh? I thought your husband was a blond.”
My eyes shoot open, and I see Matteo standing over me with a sexy grin on his face. It’s the same one I’ve seen from Arlo—except, unlike Arlo, Matteo smiles much more freely. Arlo spends most of his day with an intense brooding and a serious expression on his face. Matteo, on the other hand, lives life more freely. Like, if today were his last day, he would live it being happy.
I quickly sit up. “My husband is a blond.”
Matteo raises an eyebrow. “Then, whom were you dreaming about if it wasn’t your dear husband? It couldn’t have been a sexy Italian, could it?”
I frown. Matteo’s right. I was dreaming about a sexy Italian at the end. I was dreaming of Arlo.
Even though he was the one to bring me into this nightmare, my subconscious is still obsessed with him. I might be able to control my thoughts during the day. I might be able to stop thinking about him. But the sex I had with Arlo is too much for my body to stop obsessing about. It is still the best sex I’ve ever had. And I don’t know how to stop it from happening again. Whatever happens here, I won’t hurt Heath. I won’t willingly fuck any of these men. I will fight until I kill them rather than let them fuck me.
“What do you want, Matteo?” I ask instead of answering his question.
He chuckles as he runs his hand through his long Italian hair. “If you don’t answer me, I’m just going to assume you were having a dirty dream about me.”
“Assume all you want; it doesn’t make it true.”
“It doesn’t make it not true either.”
I frown, not giving in. It won’t help to tell Matteo the truth or to lie to him. He won’t be happy that I was dreaming about his brother and not him. And I’m not a good enough liar to convince him that I was dreaming about him.
Matteo seems to let it go though. “I came for you.”
I take a deep breath, trying not to add fear to his words. It was an innocent statement. He didn’t say he was going to rape me or beat me. Just that he came for me.
“I’m a little busy at the moment,” I say, closing my eyes again.
Matteo’s heart might not be completely pure, but so far, he’s always given me a choice. He hasn’t forced me to do anything. He’s the only hope I have left that he might eventually h
elp me.
“Well, you are going to have to change your plans. Because I need you. Now.”
