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I grin. “Just thinking about earlier.”
“Oh?” He glances over the newspaper at me. “Which part? Where I took you from behind in the shower? Or when I ate you out on the vanity? Or when you sucked my cock in the closet?”
“All the above, but especially the vanity part.”
“Liked that, did you?”
“A lot.”
“I will make sure it happens at least once a day.”
Heat spreads through my body because I’m fairly certain he’s serious. And I’m okay with it because the man has magical fingers and an even more skilled tongue.
“Sounds like a plan to me.” I pause, not sure if I should ask the question that’s been on my mind. “What do you do for a living?”
His lips twitch. “Worried about me?”
“I didn’t say that.” I lift my coffee cup, letting it warm my hands. “So, are you going to answer me?”
He folds the paper, setting it aside. “What do you think I do for a living?”
“Why can’t you just tell me?”
Because everything has been good. Too good if I’m being honest. I’m basically living a fairytale with a man I’ve been married to for less than two weeks, and I know nothing about him. I don’t know where he went for a week after we were married. I don’t know why he steps out of the room when he takes certain calls. I don’t know why it feels like the other shoe is about to drop.
What I do know is that there are bad people out there. My father. Giosuè. Is my husband one of those bad men?
“Maybe I’ll have to kill you if I tell you.”
“So it’s something illegal then, which I guess shouldn’t surprise me since you know Giosuè.”
He stills. “What did you say?”
“I said I guess it shouldn’t surprise me since you know Giosuè.”
He moves so fast that I don’t have time to react, pulling me to my feet. The look in his eyes is possessive and full of fire.
“New rule,Dolcezza. We no longer say that asshole’s name in our house.”
I look up at him. “Oh my gosh. Are you jealous?”
“You’re mine.”
“I am, but that doesn’t answer my question. Are you jealous, Alessandro?”
His gaze lands on my mouth, making me hot all over.
“I’ll kill anyone who touches you. Hell, who even looks your way. Does that answer your question?”
“Wow.”
“Too much?”
“Is it weird to say I like it?” I rub against him. “A lot.”
“Not as much as I enjoy hearing you say that you’re mine.” His gaze searches my face. “I hope you mean it.”
“It’s crazy. We’ve only known each other for a short amount of time, but I feel a connection with you.” I smile. “So, yeah, I mean it. I’m yours.”
