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“Emil, are you––” My words are stolen from me when Emil swiftly swings me around and then crashes his lips to mine. His assault is brutal, punishing, and I can’t get enough. We bite, suck, and growl against each other’s lips, neither of us willing to submit because as much as he soothes me with his touch, I know my strength––my unwillingness to back down––soothes him as much as my submission does. When he finally pulls away, we’re bloody and gasping for air. He wipes the blood from my lips with a thick thumb before bringing it to his mouth and sucking it from his digit. My pussy weeps at the gruesome act, and I’m one second away from stripping him and riding him on the hood of hisfancy car.
As though reading my thoughts, he pulls me close, grinding his erection against my stomach. “Later,mia perla,” the Roma donpromises.
The ride back to his villa is made in comfortable silence, both of us lost in our ponderings. Emil is undoubtedly turning over the bombshell his father dropped on him, and me… I think about how the hell I fell, not once but twice, for a mafia don. It seems my emotional recollection is speeding forward while my mental recollection is taking its sweet time.
We pull up to the villa and walk the path lit by LED garden lights. It’s nearly four in the morning, and the sun has not yet crested the horizon. The house is as silent as the grave when we enter, the soft glow of the baseboard lighting our only guide. “Get some rest,” Emil dictates, and I don’t bother to argue. After the revelation he’s been dealt, I’ll be surprised if he emerges from his office for days. I gently kiss his lips and turn to go upstairs when I’m swung around and crushed to his chest. His lips descend on mine, soft and reverent this time. He cups my cheeks and moves me where he wants me while his tongue plays at my lips, never entering my mouth. When he pulls away, his lips are poised to say something, but he seems to think better of it and swiftly turns and walks away.
If I have to guess by the view of the impending sunrise from my bedroom window, it is nearing seven AM, meaning I haven’t slept more than an hour. So many times, I wanted to get up and go to Emil. To comfort him, distract him, whatever it took to ease that haunted look in his eyes. Instead, I force myself to stay put and let the brooding Roma don process the truth of his mother’s demise and that his newest enemy is his half-brother.
It isn’t until I hear the soft lyrical strands of “Auld Lang Syne” that I sit up in bed and check my phone. It’s half past seven … and New Year’s Day. That explains the late-night partying in the town last night.
I quickly brush my teeth and hair that has become unruly after so long without a trim. I let the music guide me to a wide-open space with large windows allowing the morning sun to bathe the room in warm sunshine. Tiny dust motes dance in the beams of light as Emil, head bowed, eyes closed, plays the classic tune again. He seems lost, but not to the music. Rather, he was lost in his thoughts, unreachable. And completely heartbroken.
Tears sting the back of my eyes because I don’t know how or when it happened, but our hearts have become one. I can feel his pain, and before I know it, I’m behind him, my arms wrapping around his shoulders and my lips on his temple. He freezes for a split second before his shoulders relax, and his hands lift to mine on his chest. I lean into his ear. “Don’t stop. You play beautifully.”
He nods against my cheek and starts to play again. This time the song is more of a modern tune. Something that tugs at the threads of my memories. My brow furrows, and my mind grapples with where I’ve heard the song. Then, as though being engulfed by the sea, memories come crashing over me.
Dancing with Emiliano at the gala, the airplane, the debt… the punishments. The latter makes me shiver, but my mind doesn’t stop long enough to dwell as it floods with more memories.Emil chasing me on the beach. Me, torturing the man that violated me…Everything. It all comes back in a split second. I stumble back and gaspfor air.
“Greta!” The fear in Emil’s voice sends me to my knees, and Emil follows me to the floor, hands clasped firmly on my cheeks, his amber eyes glowing with anguish but so much love that it sends a painful zing through my chest. “Greta! What is it?”
I clench my eyes shut as rivers of tears streak down my cheeks. “I … remember. I remember,” I choke through my sobs.
“Open your eyes,mia perla.” It’s not a request. I open my eyes and look into his puzzled amber ones. “That’s a good thing. What did youremember?”
“Everything,” I whisper. “Every moment, every fight, every touch.” I place a hand over his heart. “Everyfeeling…”
His eyes search my face then he abruptly releases me. I immediately feel cold and alone at the loss of his touch. “And now you want to leave. You want to leavemebecause it’s too much ugliness.” He stands before helping me to my feet and walking away, but I don’t let him escape.
Grabbing his solid bicep, I dig my bare heels into the hardwood, forcing him to stop or have me stumble. “Don’t you dare walk away from me, Calvano.” My words are soggy with tears but resolute. He doesn’t turn or even acknowledge me, and my cheeks heat with anger. “Fine, be a coward. Pull away and assume the worst instead of giving me two damn minutes to gather myself andtalkto me. I swear you’re the most arrogant, self-sabo––”
A huff of breath gushes from my lungs when my back is slammed against the wall, my chin forced to the heavens by Emil’s hand circling my throat, and my wrists seized in one of his before he yanks them up over my head. And as fucked up as it is, I’ve never been more on fire for this man, and I don’t give a shit how demented thatmakes me.
He brings his face close, his warm breath coating my face like a breeze on a warm Texas day. “What did you just call me, donna debole?”Weak woman.
My anger goes from a burning ember to a raging fire. “Fuck you! I am not weak!” I grit through clenched teeth.
A sinister smirk tips his lips. “But you are, no? You call me a coward, but you’re weak for running from me in Rome. You say I’m assuming the worst instead of talking to you, yet you gave me no chance to explain the ledger you found. You’re not only weak but a hypocrite too.” He removes his hand from my throat and wrists before pushing off the wall and turning again to leave, his words hitting me like a bat to the head. Because he’s right. I was weakandahypocrite.
But no more.
I race after him, my heart in my throat and shame coating my insides. I reach him just before he steps onto the chilly sand of his private beach. “You’re right!” I shout. He halts but doesn’t turn. I shiver in the cold breeze, but I know I won’t get any sympathy from the Roma don who stands with his back to me. “I was both those things, and I’m … ashamed. That night, a part of me knew it wasn’t true, but I think the craziness of how much I felt for you had me drowning. Especially when I actually considered staying with you even if it were true.” I wince at the admission. “Emil, I’m sorry. I am weak, but only when it comes to you.” It’s silent except for the heartbeat in my ears as I see the man I love so vulnerable.
I begin to think I’m too late when Emil swings around and charges for me, so many emotions battling in his amber orbs, and though I should be trembling in fear, I pulse with desire instead. One cruel hand fists the roots of my hair while the other grips my hip harshly, and as his mouth comes down to plunder mine, this time I don’t fight him for control. Instead, I let him take and takesome more.
Only when we’re starved for oxygen does he pull back and presses his forehead to mine. “You would stay with a man you thought did such disgusting things. And I would rip out my heart by letting you go if it’s what you wanted.”
I smile at his words, breathing them into my soul. “Sounds pretty messed up,”I giggle.
“Sounds like us,mia perla.” He places a reverent kiss to my lips before searching my face. For what I don’t know, but when he speaks again, it obliterates any doubt left lingering in my mind about my feelings for this man. “I should have told you I love you before that nightin Rome.”
“Emil,” I sob.
“I’ve only ever loved one woman,mia perla. My mother.” He cups both my cheeks. “Until you. I’m a hard man to be with. An even harder man to love, but if you stay, I promise to be the type of man that you could loveone day.”
My eyes widen, and more tears escape as I look at this beautifully broken man in astonishment. “Emiliano Calvano, you stupid, stupid man.” I grip two fists full of his hair and squeeze hard. “Idolove you. You make me as angry as you do happy. You bring out the worst and the best in me. I’ve never felt stronger or more worthy of love than when I’m with you. I’mnotleaving you.” It’s my turn to take his lips, and this time, the shiver that runs across my skin isn’t from the chilly Olbia air but from the fire he ignites in my soul.
We’re ravenous as we tear at each other’s clothes, with no concern for the cold breeze. Our need for one another could set the whole island on fire. Emil falls to his ass on the chilly sand, then lays back with me astride him. I lift enough to bring him to my weeping center, then spear myself on his thick cock. It hurts like hell, much like our love for one another, but that pain takes us to unimaginable heights of pleasure. I swivel my hips, teasing him, but he has none of it as he lifts me by the hips and slams inside me from beneath.
