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"You know what I mean," I huff. "The point I’m trying to make, is that you’re way too confident about yourself. And it's a trait I both loathe and love about you."
"Love, eh?" He hauls me so close that my breasts flatten against his chest.
"Yes, the L-word; that ol’ chestnut," I murmur.
"That all you love about me?" His voice is light, but his gaze is intense.
"I also love your gorgeous eyes."
"My eyes?" He blinks.
"They change color with your emotions," I explain.
"My emotions?" He opens his mouth, no doubt, to deny it, but I shake my head.
"No, don’t say it. You do have feelings that run quite deep. It’s the reason you shot my brother. You were so angry at what he intended to do, and you knew you’d never be able to sway him completely from that route. You wanted to protect me, so you did what you thought was right."
He watches me closely, neither confirming nor denying.
"And I’ve seen you with your brothers. You’d do anything for your family."
A pulse flares to life at his temple.
"And for me. You’d do anything for me. You’d kill for me again, if necessary."
"In a heartbeat," he says simply.
"It’s why you moved to London, even though your life is in Palermo."
"I am where you are. You are my home. When you’re happy, I’m happy."
Tears prick the backs of my eyes. Damn. This man, he slays me.
"It’s always more than I love you, isn’t it?" I smile through the moisture that threatens to spill over. "You’ll never be satisfied with the ordinary."
"I’ll never be satisfied with anyone but you. If your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches."
"The Princess Bride," I exclaim. "You quoted fromThe Princess Bride?"
He smirks. "Now you have one more thing about me to love."
Massimo
She loves me. I see it in her eyes. In the way she runs her fingers through my hair. In how she leans even further into me. In how she gazes deeply into my eyes, and shares my breath, and places her lips in front of mine. In how she positions her core over the throbbing shaft at my crotch, in how she grinds down on the column and clenches her thighs around mine.
"Massimo," she breathes, and my cock threatens to tear through the fabric of my jeans.
I wrap my fingers about the nape of her neck and push my forehead into her hers. "You’re mine, Via."
"Yours." She swallows. "Only yours."
"There’s something I want you to see." I rise to my feet. She wraps her legs about my waist, and I carry her into the bathroom. I place her on the counter near the sink. Then pull a pen knife from my pocket.
"Umm, what’s that?"
I merely smile, then pick out a lighter from another pocket. I flip open the blade of the knife, flick the lighter and hold the blade of the knife over it.
"What are you doing?" She laughs nervously.
