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The dayI’ve waited fifteen years for has arrived. Tonight, I will destroy Gio’s pedophile ring and bring it down, along with him. The darkness within me sings at the thought of tearing him apart slowly and painfully.
Bella is already up and cooking breakfast when I wake, prancing around the kitchen in nothing but my shirt and an apron. And as I watch her, I wonder if somehow Aiden sent this angel to me. After all, his death was the reason I was so driven to take down the Benedetto family, and that led me to Bella Benedetto, the love and light of my life.
The clatter of silverware jolts me back to the present. “Holy shit, don’t sneak up on me like that!”
I smirk as she clutches her chest. “I didn’t sneak up on you. I simply left the bedroom. It’s not my fault you’re deaf.”
She narrows her eyes. “I’m cooking you breakfast, and you’re just standing there gawking at me.”
I arch a brow. “Can you blame me?”
She draws in a deep breath and behind the smile that graces her lips, I see the unease etched into her features.
“You are worried,” I say softly, taking a step closer to her.
She swallows hard and shakes her head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
In one swift movement, I close the distance between us, trapping her slender frame between my arms and the kitchen counter. She stiffens momentarily before relaxing under my touch.
“It’s natural to be worried,” I whisper against her ear, caressing her skin lightly with my lips. “What I’m going to do tonight is dangerous and your father...” I trail off, unsure how to show my understanding about how hard my plan to murder her father must be for her to come to terms with. Especially since I never had a close relationship with my own father. If it hadn’t been for the bratva murdering him, I would have gladly done it myself. However, Bella’s hatred toward her own father is new and fresh.
“It has nothing to do with my father.” Her voice trembles slightly as she speaks, and I can sense the anxiety simmering beneath her words. “I never had a great relationship with him before I found out the truth, and now ... ” she trails off, her blue eyes darkening with emotion. “I want him dead so badly, I just...”
“You just what?” I demand, my fingers tightening around her waist.
Her blue eyes bore into mine, as if looking right into my soul. “I don’t want you to get hurt,” she admits softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Those words make my heart sing, as it means she cares what happens to me. Her anxiety doesn’t stem from what I plan on doing to her father, but about what might happen to me if things take a turn for the worse.
“Why do you look so happy about that?” she asks, punching me softly in the shoulder.
“Because it means you care about me, love.”
She rolls her eyes. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
I kiss her again. “I wouldn’t dream of it. Now, what are you cooking? It smells delicious.”
“A breakfast frittata with bacon, egg, and cheese.”
I lick my lips. “Sounds amazing.” I draw her body even closer to me. “Although not as amazing as devouring your sweet little pussy first.”
She shakes her head. “Isiah. It’ll be ready in five minutes.”
I arch a brow. “Are you suggesting I don’t have the skill to make you come in five minutes?”
“I’m suggesting you stop messing around and let’s eat,” she says.
I smirk and trail my hand slowly down her back to cup her ass. “Oh, I’m more than capable of making you come in less than five minutes,” I murmur against her lips before kissing her hungrily. My kiss leaves her breathless, and a flush creeps up over her skin as she melts into me.
And then I drag her to the kitchen table and lift her onto it, forcing her to lie down. I pull my shirt up to reveal her beautiful cunt, glistening with her arousal already.
“Delicious,” I breathe, before greedily lapping at her cunt, wanting to devour every part of her.
My cock twitches in anticipation, even though I won’t have time to fuck her.
I circle her clit with my tongue, teasing her until she is writhing beneath me, her moans becoming more urgent.
