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“I would do anything for you, Pet.” He bent down and parted my lips with his tongue, kissing me softly, his movements so sensual, it only helped my orgasm build faster. “You’re mine.” His hand brushed my stomach. “Mine.”
I enjoyed seeing this side of Damian. It was still carnal and raw, but so fucking sweet. Rocking my hips to meet his, I kissed him back, craving every second of our lovemaking. I came again, my orgasm shaking through him, each of my moans turning into screams of pure pleasure.
His right hand crept up to my throat, and his pace quickened right before he spilled his cum inside me. He released his grip, still on top of me. “Tell me you’re mine.”
I put my palm over his heart, feeling the strong but rapid beat beneath my fingers. “I’m yours, Damian.”
Istood on the front steps of the Salvatore Estate, waiting for my brother to arrive. We hadn’t seen each other since we left the island.
Sandwiched between Marcello and Bastian, I realized for the first time this was now my home. Only a few months ago, this place felt like a prison. But with the wedding day approaching, and a baby on the way, it was time to settle into my new life.
Aiden parked his cherry red late sixties Mustang in front of the garage. He was well over six feet tall and clean shaven, though his wild curls flopped all over the place. Wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a black button-down shirt, he strolled toward me with a smile.
“Did you join a boy band?” I joked, surprised by his unusual attire. “You look like you’ve just fallen out of an Abercrombie & Fitch ad.”
He tipped his head back and laughed. “Pops made me wear this for a meeting.”
“That explains a lot.”
I met him halfway and launched myself into his arms. A mixture of mint and laundry detergent lifted off his skin, and I drank in his scent.
Tears welled in my bottom lids as I looked up at him. “How are you healing?”
He held me at arm’s length and stared into my eyes, a warm smile stretching across his face. “It was just a flesh wound. A few stitches. I’m good as new.”
“That’s good.” I touched him to make sure he was real. “I’m so happy to see you.”
I glanced over at my men, who kept their distance. Marcello gave me a genuine smile that touched his eyes. Even Luca had a slight grin tugging at his mouth. Since we got home, he was smiling more, something he rarely did before my kidnapping.
Bastian held my gaze, arms folded over his chest, while Damian stood beside him with his hand shoved into his pockets. He liked to watch me. Observe me in the strangest ways. But I liked that about him. With Damian, I felt seen.
“How have you been?” Aiden tucked my curls behind my ear. “Mom and Lorenzo put you through hell. Are you sleeping okay?”
I rolled my shoulders. “Some nights are better than others. When I have nightmares, Bash or Marcello can usually get me back to sleep. I’m taking it one day at a time. That’s all I can do.”
“Anytime you need me, I will be there.”
I reached up to touch his face, needing to feeling his warmth on my fingertips. “What about your initiation?”
“I’m staying with Pops until your wedding. Then I go back to the safe house for three more months.” Aiden clutched my wrist and studied the diamond ring gleaming on my finger. “I’ll be home before you have the baby.”
“How about a drink?” Luca asked my brother. “We have a few things to discuss before the seamstress arrives.”
I slipped out of Aiden’s arms and into Luca’s, walking into the house with my men. The six of us sat on the back veranda, which overlooked the bay. Luca was on my right, my brother on my left. I squeezed both of their hands and held them on top of my knees.
My stomach growled loudly.
Luca glanced down and spoke as if he were talking to the baby. “Are you hungry?”
I rubbed my hand over my belly. “I think she’s hungry.”
* * *
After we ate lunch, a beautiful woman with an Italian accent brought my wedding gown to the house. I couldn’t let the guys see my dress, so I’d asked Aiden to stay and hang out with me.
He was going to be my man-of-honor.
I had no female friends, or really any friends. My parents didn’t allow us to interact with kids at school. And no one wanted to talk to us, anyway. Even in Devil’s Creek, we were still outcasts, despite our family’s status. It was always just the two of us until my men entered the equation.
