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Listening to her talk about her ex-boyfriends was hard. I knew the basics from Santino, but hearing it from her… all I wanted to do was hunt them down and make them pay for hurting her.
This raging jealousy is so new. The thought of anyone having touched her before me drives me crazy. I want to cut off their balls. How did they not realize what a treasure they had in their hands?
Donald Ryan and Marco Gommery were fools.
Their lives will soon become a lot more difficult, especially Ryan’s.
How could he leave an angel like mine after her parents just died? Selfish prick.
Apparently, he’s married now… to the heiress of the company his parents sent him to work for. How convenient.
The bastard got engaged only four months after leaving Ella. It’s clear in my mind he cheated on her, and that will never do. They live in America, but that won’t be a problem—I’ve got plenty of contacts there.
And Mr. Gommery? I’ll enjoy his downfall. He won’t know what hit him… literally.
Of course, Ella will never be the wiser. She hasn’t got a revengeful bone in her delectable body. She’s beautiful in every way, inside and out.
I don’t deserve her.
But I can’t let her go. I’ve been waiting for her all my life.
My gaze travels down her naked form. Her perfect cream skin is glowing under the moonlight, beckoning me to touch. My cock aches in an almost desperate need to have her again, to feel her hot pussy take me in deep.
I’m burning up with the urge to feel her raw, with nothing in between us, her slick velvety walls embracing me. I let my hand travel the length of her body, over the dips and valleys of her breasts and hips… so soft, so alluring.
She sighs in her sleep and arches closer to me, calling to me on a primal level. Every muscle and tendon in my body is ready to explode. I need to take her again. But I rein in the urge... for now, I let her rest.
I want to stay here with her forever and have her all to myself.
But our days on the island are numbered, and I have to decide how to handle what has to come next.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Ella
We’vejustfinishedascrumptious breakfast by the pool when Tiero’s phone rings. It’s a ringtone I haven’t heard before, and his eyes immediately shoot to the display.
His gaze hardens, and his eyes glaze over with ice like the water in an alpine lake when winter hits. He grabs his phone and walks inside without a word. Silence descends until Tiero’s shouting echoes from the living room. Then it’s deadly quiet again.
What’s going on?
Tiero emerges again, barking instructions in Italian into the phone. My brows furrow as I watch him. His body is rigid, his muscles tense. A desert storm engulfs him. He rubs the back of his neck before he drops his hand to his side, clenching it into a fist.
His voice is like steel, and I feel sorry for whoever is on the receiving end of Tiero’s wrath.
He looks downright frightening.
His face is set in hard lines, his jaw ticking. It’s hard to believe he’s the gentle person I woke up with this morning. I stay still to avoid drawing his attention.
What happened? Why is he so worked up?
When he’s finished his tirade, he slams the phone down on the table and disappears inside.
For a brief moment, I’m unsure what to do, but decide to follow him. When I reach the bedroom, Tiero is pulling on clothes. The veins are standing out on his corded neck. I’ve never seen him so upset.
I watch him quietly, hesitant to speak. Obviously, something bad has happened, and I want to know what’s going on. Are we leaving? Should I pack?
“Tiero,” I say carefully, looking at him with questioning eyes.
