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“Fuck. You amaze me, Isabetta. I…”

My heart pounds. Is this it? Is he going to say he loves me? God knows I’ve almost said it at least ten times tonight.

“I’m so fucking lucky that you’re mine.”

My stomach falls. I know I shouldn’t be upset. People fall in love at different speeds, but, surely, he feels it, too?

But what if he doesn’t?

What if this is one-sided?

“Isa?”

“I’m lucky that you’re mine. Now, we should go. I don’t want to make a poor impression with these people by being late.”

His gaze searches mine in the mirror. I give him a small smile of reassurance. He pulls away and our combined juices run down my leg. I hate that it makes me feel dirty. Like what we just shared isn’t special. My eyes water when he grabs some tissue to clean me up.

“I can do it.”

“I want to, Isa.” Once he’s satisfied, he lets my skirt fall into place. “Give me your hands.”

I turn to face him, keeping my gaze on my hands as he unties them. He rubs my wrists, even though the ribbon didn’t even leave a mark behind.

“Good?”

I nod. “Yes.”

“Isa—”

“I’m fine, Alessandro. Really.”

He tips my chin, so I’m looking at him.

“I never want to hurt you. You know that, right?”

I smile. “I know.”

“Good.” He exhales. “Let me straighten up and then we can go out there.”

I nod and move to the vanity so I can reapply my lipstick. When I meet my reflection in the mirror, my eyes water. How much longer can I keep this up? And what is going to happen when I tell him I love him?

18

Isabetta

“Ready to face the beasts,Dolcezza?”

Alessandro’s hair is pulled back again, tied by the same ribbon that was just around my wrists.

“Beasts, huh? I thought you were the only beast I had to worry about.”

He seems to relax at my teasing. “They’re a different type of beast.”

“Well, I guess it’s good you’re at my side.”

“Indeed.”

We’re both smiling as we exit the bathroom. A tall, muscular man with blond hair leans on the opposite wall, his arms crossed.

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