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“Your pussy is fucking perfection,” I rasp and Viola smiles at me.

Her smile quickly falls as her jaw goes slack when I start to move. The way I drag my cock in and out of her wet pussy has me brushing across her g-spot with each movement.

“Can’t wait to watch you explode for me,” I grunt, barely able to hold back from fucking her harder.

I won’t be able to hold off for much longer.

“Please, Marco,” she begs, her voice getting higher, “I need you to fuck me harder. Make me feel you for days.”

Her words push me right over the edge and something feral rises inside of me and takes over. I plow in and out of her stretched cunt, my hips moving quickly as I fuck her. She takes every thrust, and her moans and whimpers beg for more.

Her hips move to meet mine as sweat starts to coat my skin. When her fingers dive into my hair and she gives a tug, I bury my face against her neck again and snarl.

As we move together, faster and harder, I can feel my balls drawing up. I almost sigh in relief when her walls start to tighten because I need her to come first.

I yank my head away from her neck just in time to watch her eyes roll back in her head as her body tenses and she explodes. Our woman is more beautiful than I remember when lost to passion. I want to see this look on her face every single day.

I follow right behind her, filling her with my cum and unable to hold back. We’re panting when I can finally feel my legs and I carry her over to her bed and lay her down.

As I hover above her, I smirk and promise, “I’m not done with you yet,il nostro cuore. Not by a long shot.”

Her legs tightening around my waist is all the invitation I need. This time I’ll savor her. Or maybe I’ll have her ride me. So many possibilities and I’m going to enjoy each and every one.

CHAPTER 12

MARCO

I should not have a fucking boner as I’m watching Viola. This is a job. Considering Mateo fucked up so royally three days ago, I’m not sure why it’s still a job I’ve been tasked with. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to still be watching our woman, but I expected the man in charge to pull me off the job.

You know, now with everything out in the open.

Except it’s not because he’s been wallowing in his own self-pity for days. I can even see the regret in his eyes and Mateo is not the kind of man who regrets much.

The fact that he regrets the words he said to Viola says a lot.

I’m not going to say anything to Viola about it because he needs to fix his own fuck ups. Instead, I’ve made sure to stay in contact withil nostro cuoresince I slipped out of her house early in the morning after the whole blow up.

As much as I wanted to stay with her and never let her leave the sanctuary of my arms, I knew I couldn’t. Not yet. I haven’t been able to hold her since, and I ache to be closer to her.

For now, watching her at a distance is enough. She has an extra guy on her now when she leaves the house, but it doesn’t mean I think she’s any safer. If Dante does, good for him, but I’ve been on edge all day.

I can’t shake the feeling in my gut. Something is going to happen, and the extra man isn’t going to be able to do a damn thing to stop it. I can only sit and watch.

It’s fucking killing me.

It’s been tense as fuck around the house the last few days too and I’m thankful as fuck that I haven’t spent a lot of time around my brothers. Neither Massimo nor I are talking to Mateo right now and I can see how much strain it’s causing. We shared a womb, but right now we’re not on the same wavelength and until Mateo gets his shit together, I don’t see the stalemate ending any time soon.

I can’t pull his head out of his ass. It’s something he’s going to have to do himself.

Viola seems to be a little listless today as she runs some errands around the city, including going to the grocery store. It’s not something she normally does, opting to have her groceries delivered instead. I have a feeling she’s trying to keep herself busy and I’m pretty sure I know why.

I’ve parked in the perfect spot so I can see the back of the store and the area of the parking lot on the side where her car is parked. Every glimpse I’ve gotten of our heart is a fucking gift.

I want to put a smile on our woman’s face, so I pull my phone out and send her a text.

Are you buying whipped cream in there?

Our Heart:

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