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Harder.Faster.Stronger.

One, two, three—oh Christ, I bust out thirteen shots of hot white cum.

Fuck knows how I keep track—I let out so much that I don't see the individual jets, but my body keeps the score.

That’s actually the name of a book I once read about pain relief, but this is better, because Medici’s relieving adifferent kind of pain.

Medici wraps his fingers around my spasming rod. "Look at ya go."

Another squirt rockets out of my slit and lands on my abs. "Daddy!"

He pumps my sloppy shaft. "Can’t resist the urge to give this hard thing a stroke."

I melt, squirm, grind my teeth, and scrunch my eyes shut.

Oh—oh.Nothing on this planet feels so amazing.

An extra-large meal from my favorite fast-food chain with a milkshake as big as my head doesn’t compare.

When I open my eyes, Medici is leaning back lighting a cigarette.

"Ahhh, Christ." He flicks his lighter. "Told myself I’d quit this habit—too hard. Especially when I look at you."

With a growl, I smack the cigarette out of his lips. "Bad Daddy! No cancer sticks!"

"You’re right, boy," Medici growls, pinning me back to the bed. "Wouldn’t want to kiss you with cigarette breath. Not fair to my angel—my sunflower flourishes in fresh air."

He slams his lips on mine.

I’m grateful as hell he didn’t yield to temptation—I wouldn’t have been able to stomach it.

He grunts into my mouth, his gorilla sounds not reminding me of an angry man, but of a beast overtaken by passion.

"I love you, Daddy." Leaning up, I thread my fingers through his thick hair.

"Love you, too, boy.So fucking much."

"And guess what?" Medici adds, tickling my underarms.

I squeal as my head thrusts back, hot sensations overwhelming me. "What?"

"Tomorrow, we go to Rome."

ChapterTwenty-Five

Traxton

"I can’t believe we’re doing this." I shake my head.

Remy, my moron partner-in-crime, shoots me a glare. "This is the only way we can get Mattie."

"Do we even want him back?"

Remy cracks his knuckles. "The Riccardis won’t pay us until we deliver Mattie on a silver platter. He’s the only Luciano boyfriend who hasn’t been brought into the family yet through a proposal."

"Last I checked, Medici wasn’t even a Luciano," I snap. "He’s a cousin."

Remy sighs. "You know as well as anyone that the Luciano family includes all cousins, second cousins, cousins once removed, and so on."

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