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Marcello sat on the edge of the tub and tucked my curls behind my ear. “I won’t lie to you, princess. Your life with us will never be easy. After we deal with Lorenzo and your mom, we have other battles to fight.”

Luca sank to his knees beside the tub. “Our business affairs attract the attention of dangerous men. But once you’re my wife, they’ll stop hunting you. Heirs and bastards are open season. But wives are off-limits. That’s one rule no one in our world will break.”

“They would have nothing to gain after you’re married to us,” Bastian added.

“No more lies,” I said to them. “It took way too long for you to tell me about the auction and the Wellington dowry. There’s so much I feel like I don’t know.”

“I thought I was protecting you.” Luca raised my hand to his mouth and smacked another kiss on my skin. He hadn’t stopped touching me since he’d gotten me back. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to upset you.”

“Your mental health is our priority,” Marcello interjected. “Blame me. It was my idea to keep the auction from you.”

Luca reached across me to grab the body wash. “Sit back and relax. Let me take care of you.”

I did as he asked, and Luca rubbed a soapy loofah down my arm. He was quiet the entire time he scrubbed my body. Luca wasn’t a big talker, so I savored this moment with him.

Despite our differences, we were alike. I couldn’t properly express myself in words as a child. My art and the stories I made up in my mind gave meaning to my life. Art helped me to understand how the world worked. It helped me cope with all the trauma.

All four of us had traumatic childhoods. I couldn’t imagine losing one parent, let alone two. Bastian and Damian rarely spoke about their biological parents. It was as if they were always Salvatores. Like they hadn’t had lives before they moved from Bel Air to Devil’s Creek.

Luca fisted my curls in his hand and kissed me, his lips soft against mine. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off me. Of all my men, he’d shocked me the most. Not that the others hadn’t missed me and feared for my life.

But Luca was different.

Acting like a man in love.

I pulled him toward me, desperate for more, moaning into his mouth as I moved his hand between my thighs.

He kissed me harder.

When our lips separated, his breath fanned across my lips. “So impatient, my queen. You need to rest.”

“Make me come.” I shoved his fingers inside me. “I need to release this pent-up energy.”

He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, his fingers spreading me open. I rocked my hips, and Luca added another finger, kissing his way down my jaw and neck.

I spread my legs so my men could hover over the tub and get a better look. Damian pushed off the wall and licked his lips. His cock was already hard and poking through his pants.

Bastian moved to the ledge behind me and swiped my curls off my shoulder. “My sweet Cherry,” he whispered.

Luca placed kisses on every inch of my body. “You make me lose my fucking mind. I will do anything to protect you. To keep you safe. To make you mine.”

His fingers plunged deeper inside me, in and out, until I was screaming his name. My body trembled, my orgasm working its way through my body. As I chased my high, I’d never felt more alive.

“I’m yours,” I moaned.

A ghost of a smile stretched across his beautiful lips. “Damn right, you’re mine.”

“All of yours,” I clarified as I looked at his brothers.

Luca quickened his pace and bit my lip. And with that, I came so hard on his fingers my legs shook for a solid minute.

“I need all of you.” I held out my hand and wiggled my fingers, aiming my gaze at Luca. “Take me to bed.”

“To sleep,” he countered.

Luca grabbed a towel from the rack and helped me out of the tub, cradling me against his chest. He kissed the top of my head and wrapped his arms around me. “Tonight, you’re sleeping with me.”

He was finally coming around. It only took a kidnapping for Luca to change his behavior.

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