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“I think you’ve forgotten who I am, Giulia,” I tell her in a low, dangerous voice. She stills. Ah, yes, I have her attention now. “I am a don of New York City, and one the largest in this city. I have reach far outside of it and through some of the biggest parts of this country. I am feared because of what I can and will do to make sure that I come out on top. And that includes going up against some of the most feared people on this continent and any others who try to challenge me for what’s mine. And I will win. So do not think I won’t do the same when it comes to you. Because you, Giulia De Luca are mine. The only one you will marry is me. The only one who gets to hear the sounds you make when you come, is me. The only one who gets to put a fucking ring on your finger is me. And if that means I lock your ass in this room, tie you to that goddamn bed, and spend the next fifty years convincing you, I will. Because. You. Are Mine.”
“I thought you said I had a choice on who I married,” she says quietly, staring at me.
I narrow my eyes at her. “I lied. You have a choice on rejecting the Caruso bastard and anyone else that is stupid enough to think they have a shot with you, but with me there is no choice.” I gently grip her chin to keep her head straight and focused on me when she goes to look away. “Because I can never let you go, Gia. You’re my obsession, and you soothe something inside me I didn’t know I needed. I want you in my bed every damn night for the rest of our lives, and I want you by my side when I finally take everything away from your good-for-nothing family that dared to hurt you. None of that is possible if you aren’t here with me. So, no, you don’t have a choice. Because the only one who is going to make you happy is me, and I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure of it.”
“Is that your twisted way of telling me you love me?” she whispers, her lips trembling slightly.
She brought this up after our confrontation last night, and it’s been moving around in my mind ever since. Is that what this feeling I have for her is? Love? I’ve never once considered that emotion as being something I’d have to face. But this woman isn’t anything I expected to have in my life. Still, love doesn’t seem like the right word.
“No,” I tell her calmly. Disappointment and hurt flash over her face before she quickly masks them and her face goes blank. “Love is too pale a word for what I feel for you,topolina. And it’s often tossed around as a throw away that people sometimes mean, and will use against you. Or people write poems and all that shit, but it’s nothing more than lip-service. No, what I feel for you, Giulia De Luca, has no description other than obsession and the need to know that everything about you is mine. I want your anger, your sadness, your laughter, and your desire. I want it all. And then when you’re missing one of those, I want to make sure you get it back. I want to be the one to fix whatever has made you angry, to cheer you up, to cry with you, to make you laugh, and then make you scream my name when I’m so deep inside you that you’ll feel me for days afterwards. That is what I want from you, and that is what I feel for you.”
She stares at me, eyes wet, but not a single tear falls. My heart is pounding faster in my chest, but I don’t look away. I just watch her. “I think that’s far better than saying I love you,” she whispers finally, and something settles inside me. Something I didn’t know was out of place. “Because I want all of those things, Nico. I want them all and I want to give them back to you. I’m probably crazy considering how this all started and I’ve been fighting you on it, but I don’t really care. I don’t know how else to tell you, so I’m going to say I love you too, but you’re right, it’s probably not a strong enough word.”
I let go of her chin, and move down to cup her jaw before I take her mouth. The kiss is passionate, desperate, and full of emotion. Fuck, it’s a heady feeling, and I need to be inside her. Right the fuck now. She doesn’t fight me when I tell her that, tearing her pants down her body and pushing my boxers and pants down to my hips. I lift her legs over my arms, holding her in place as I push inside of her. She lets out a loud gasp, followed by a low moan.
I don’t take things slow. No, this isn’t the time for that. I fuck her like man possessed. Like a man who is claiming his woman. Finally.
“Nico,” she cries, her nails digging into my shoulders as she meets me thrust for thrust, her inner walls tightening around me as I push her closer and closer to the edge.
“That’s it,topolina,” I rasp. “Let me hear you scream. I want everyone in this goddamn house to know you’re mine.” My words make her tighten around me, and it’s my turn to groan. Fuck, she feels so fucking good.
When she finally detonates, all I can do is stare at her, primal satisfaction rushing through me as I allow myself to follow her. She screams my name, and there is no doubt that people can hear her. Let those bastards downstairs hear her. She’s mine. She’s not going anywhere, and they’ll have to deal with it.
I take her mouth again. Needing the connection. When I finally pull my mouth away, I rasp, “Marry me.”
Her lips quirk. “I was going to say yes to you anyway,” she replies huskily. “Alessio, said he already knew you were my choice too.”
I pull away and look at her and then narrow my eyes at her. They’re bright with satisfaction and contentment, but also that mischievous glint that tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing right now. I slap her ass hard, making her yelp, and I growl, “I never want to hear another man’s name leave your lips when I’m inside you,topolina.” I thrust hard inside her, making her gasp again, to emphasize my point.
“Okay,” she breathes, her lashes fluttering as her body tightens around me once more.
Satisfied she’s gotten my point, I brace her tighter against the wall, pulling up my pants enough so that I can walk, and then I carry her to the ensuite, making sure I’m still inside her. I’m not ready to lose the connection yet. When we get there, I reluctantly pull out of her and set her on her feet, before turning on the shower. “Out of those clothes,topolina,” I order her briskly, quickly doing the same. She does as ordered and then I pull her into the shower. But I don’t settle us under the main spray just yet. Instead, I sit on the stone bench seat and have her straddle my lap. I don’t care that we have a mess between the two of us. I want her paying attention. She gives me a soft smile as I lift her left hand to my mouth. “I’m not waiting to marry you,” I inform her. “I’ll have Dante bring someone in to marry us as soon as possible. If you want a big fancy wedding—”
“I don’t,” she interjects quickly. “I mean, who would be there anyway? My family certainly isn’t going to be okay with the whole thing. And I don’t have any friends, so a simple wedding is fine with me.”
Thank. Fucking. God. I’d give it to her if she insisted, but I wouldn’t have been happy about it. “Then we’ll get married here.” I look at her hand and then back at her. “I’ll get you a ring,topolina, unless you’d like to pick it out yourself.”
She shakes her head. “You don’t need to do that. There are all kinds of rings and other jewelry in the closet in there. I can easily grab something from there.”
“No. Those are my mother’s, and while I don’t give a damn about them, I won’t have her memory tainting this. Not after what she did. I’ve been meaning to throw all that shit away, but never thought of it.”
She gapes at me. “You want to throw away millions of dollars in jewelry?”
“You sound like you’re surprised at that,topolina,” I say with a chuckle. “You think I’m so poor I can’t buy you more?”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Yes, yes, I know you’re rolling in money, but that doesn’t mean you can be wasteful. Think of the people who would kill for those. Or the money it could be sold for to benefit people that need it.”
“Then sell them,” I tell her carelessly. “They are yours to do with as you please, Gia. Sell them and donate the money, or keep it for yourself.”
She gives me a dubious look. “Just like that?”
“You are going to be my wife, Gia, and that means everything I have is yours. If you don’t like something, change it. If you want a different house, then we’ll demo this one and build a new one, or I’ll buy you another one.”
She shakes her head in disbelief. “I can’t believe you said that, but no, I like the house. I’m probably going to want to lighten it up a bit, but other than that I don’t want to change much.” Then her expression morphs to hopeful. “And does that mean that I can start to go out and do normal things?”
I pause. I know what she wants, and I know I’m going to have to disappoint her a bit. Still, it can’t be helped. “Until we are married and your family knows they can no longer bargain you off, then you’re going to have to hold off on those plans, Gia,” I tell her as gently as I can. Her shoulders sag, and disappointment covers her face. “But once that is done, then yes, Gia, you will be free to come and go however you like. Though you will have a guard with you.” When she opens her mouth to argue I give her a hard look, making her shut it. “It’s non-negotiable, Gia. Just because you are going to be my wife doesn’t mean that people will still not try to hurt you or take you from me. You will have guards at all times, but they will not stop you or get in the way of you going about your business. But you are to listen to them if they say you need to leave. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she pouts, clearly not happy with my decree.
