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“When I went to the hairdressers yesterday, I removed the pussy plug.”
His eyes widen and his hands squeeze my ass cheeks. “You did what?” he growls. “For how long?”
“Two hours.”
His breathing quickens, and he stares at me, his nostrils flaring. “You left the house with nothing to remind you how my cock feels?”
“Yes.”
I didn’t, actually. I planned to. I wanted to see if I could manage without it for so long, but I only got to the car before the need became too much, and I rushed back to the bedroom. Ifsomeone told me previously that I’d be using sex toys, especially in such an extreme way, I would’ve thought they were nuts.
The vein on his neck starts pulsing. Wrapping his arm around my middle, he rolls us until I’m on my back, then gathers my wrists with his hand pinning them above my head.
“You,”—he slams into me—“will never,”—another thrust—“fucking ever . . .”
I moan as my pussy starts spasming around his cock again. It should have been too soon, but seeing Luca losing it like this, turns me on beyond measure.
“. . . leave the house without it.” Another thrust. “Do you understand, Isabella?”
“Yes, Luca.”
He groans as his orgasm hits when the words leave my lips, and I shatter.
Chapter 22
“Turn right here,” Isabella says when we reach the intersection. “It’s there, just next to the big flower shop.”
I follow her directions and park in front of the building with a glass façade. Even from the outside, it’s visible that the restaurant is high-end kind of place. Each car parked in the lot is priced at more than a hundred grand. I can’t see the inside because the glass is mirrored, but I know it has black wood finishings and tall ceilings with fancy iron chandeliers. In the center, there’s a huge round space with an open ceiling where the best tables are set. I know all that without having any recollection of ever visiting the place. I’ve been here. Before.
It's taken me some time to accept the concept ofbefore. The first few days after the crash, I was sure my memory would come back. Every time I woke up, I expected the recollections to hit me, certain that my loss was temporary. When Isabella and Damian started filling me in on the details of my life, I assumed that some of it would trigger my brain and start an avalanche of memories. It didn’t. Neither did coming home. Facing my daughter was my last chance for something to spark my memories. There was no spark, however. No trigger of any kind. I saw the girl with long black hair running into my arms, and I felt not even an inkling of recognition. The moment I held Rosa in my embrace, I decided I would accept the situation as it was. I stopped dwelling on the possibility of my memory and oldlife returning someday. In a way, I decided to cut my losses and focus on the now. Thebeforebecame only a time marker.
“Have I brought you here at some point?” I ask as I help Isabella out of the car. She’s wearing a navy silk dress that’s adorned with lace and flows over her upper body and flares out from the waist. I’ve chosen it for her. I keep picking dresses that have flowy skirts because the idea of another man ogling her ass makes me go ballistic. Her pretty behind is only mine to look at.
“Nope.” She shrugs. “I came here once with Angelo.”
“Angelo Scardoni?”
“Yes. We were kind of engaged.”
I grab her hand and turn her to face me. “What?”
“It was just an agreement that my father set up when I was eighteen. Nothing came out of it, as you already know,” she says and smiles. “But I have to say, you are sexy when you’re jealous.”
“So why did he take you to dinner?”
“Because I wanted to go out with someone, hoping it would cure me of my crush on you, Luca.” She raises her free hand and takes my chin between her fingers. “A hint for you. It didn’t. Nothing and no one managed to make me even slightly interested in anyone other than you.”
“He’s ten years younger than me,” I say through my teeth.
“But he isn’t you. I’ve always wanted you.” She squeezes my chin. “You. No one else.”
I stare at her, then grab her around the waist and bring her flush with my chest. Then, I slam my mouth to hers.
I know we’re fucked the moment we step inside the restaurant and my eyes find the table at the center where Lorenzo is sitting. He’s not alone. Sitting next to him is a man in his midthirties, with sandy blond hair and glasses. He stands up when he sees us approaching, a wide smile on his face. Davide Barbini. Lorenzo’s nephew. And one of Luca’s friends from school.
My heart explodes into an insane tempo while my brain works in overdrive as I try, and fail, to come up with a way to get us out of this shitstorm. Damian and I never briefed Luca on his childhood friends because none of them had anything to do with Cosa Nostra. None, except Davide Barbini, who moved to Italy two years ago and should have stayed there, damn it!
There’s no time to warn Luca because we’ve nearly reached their table. They’d notice if I tried to say something to him. And we can’t just turn around and leave. Fuck! Think!
