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Her insides clenched around me. She was so close, her body shaking through me right before she lost all control. My beautiful mess strangled my cock with her pussy, coming so hard I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pumped into her a few more times and kissed her lips before spilling my cum inside her. Sweaty and out of breath, she put her hands on my shoulders, dragged her fingers down my chest.

I released my hold on her throat. “You’re such a good girl.”

Her lips brushed mine in the dark. “I like dreams like this one.”

What the fuck?

My heart sank to my stomach, her words gutting me. “This isn’t a dream, Drea.” My hands glided down her arms, and she shivered from my touch. “Do you feel this?”

She sighed. “Yes.”

Still inside her and semi-hard, I arched my back and thrust my hips. “You feel this, right?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “You feel so good, Luca.”

“Fucking hell, woman.” I pulled her lips to mine. “You don’t know what you do to me, baby girl.”

After our lips separated, she yawned, her hot breath fanning across my face.

“Tired, baby?”

Alex nodded against my forehead.

“Okay, pretty girl.” I kissed her sexy lips. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

I lifted her off me, setting her onto the cushion beside me, so I could pull up my boxers and pants. She sat there, naked and still panting, like she couldn’t control her racing heart. It didn’t sound like she was having a panic attack, but it was hard to tell without light.

“Just breathe, baby.” I bent forward to grab her pajamas from the floor. “You’re okay. Lift your arms for me.”

I slipped the silky top over her head and then helped her with her panties and shorts. She remained quiet the entire time. And because I couldn’t see in the dark, I wondered if Alex was still with me. Or was she lost in her head?

After we were both dressed, I scooped her up from the couch and walked out of the sitting room. The music floated down the hallway, following us to the foyer. She rested her head on my chest, her fingers splayed over my heart. I wondered if she could feel what she did to me as I climbed the stairs. My heart never beat this way for anyone else.

By the time I reached her bedroom, she snored softly. I kissed her forehead and lowered her to the mattress. She looked so delicate and breakable, so damn beautiful my chest hurt.

But had she changed her mind?

Only time would tell.

Awave of nausea smacked me in the face. I clutched the side of Marcello’s bed to steady myself, my stomach churning as the taste of bile crept up the back of my throat.

“Are you okay?” Marcello sat up and reached out for me. “Alex, what’s wrong?”

I pushed out my hand and shook my head. “No, don’t get up. I don’t want you to hurt yourself. I’m not feeling good. My stomach has been bothering me for the past few days.”

Marcello pushed the covers off his thighs and sat up, groaning as he leaned forward. “What have you been eating?”

“My usual.”

I covered my mouth with my hand and ran toward the bathroom. Without a second to spare, I dropped to my knees in front of the toilet and hurled my dinner into the bowl.

Marcello stood behind me and gathered my hair in his hands. He made slow circular motions on my back with his palm. “It’s okay, princess.”

It was in his nature to baby me. Marcello enjoyed taking care of me, and he was good at it.

Since the shooting, I had spent most of my time in Marcello’s bedroom. Bastian and Damian had been keeping their distance from me. They were busy running Atlantic Airlines and were giving me space to take care of Marcello. And of course, Luca disappeared after the night we had sex in the dark.

It was my fault.

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