And he filled her completely, sinking so deep that she was shaking immediately.
Then she was falling apart, his name in her mouth as he pounded her straight through one wild orgasm into another.
Then another still.
And only then was he was coming, too, following her lead, muttering what sounded like curses against her neck.
Then there was nothing but the loud panting of their breath.
An aftermath that hurt almost as much as all that had…not hurt. At all.
His dark eyes glittered as he pulled himself free, setting her feet back down on the floor. He stepped away, pulling his clothing to rights, and she didn’t like how disheveled he looked. How wild-eyed he was.
Because she imagined she was worse.
“Antonluca—” she began.
“Basta,” he said harshly. “You are finished making decisions where my son is concerned, Hannah. This is all finished.”
She didn’t know what he meant by that.
Or rather, she could speculate, though she didn’t want to.
“I don’t know what that means,” she said quietly. While her entire body thrummed with leftover passion, and rather too much shame and guilt besides. “But I am his mother. There will be no decisions made about his life that do not involve me.”
“Sleep on that,” Antonluca suggested, as he shrugged back into a coat she hadn’t seen him take off, hiding the shirt she’d ripped. “Tell yourself whatever you wish. But know this.”
And he moved so fast then that she didn’t see him coming.
One moment they were staring at each other, and the next, his hands were on either side of her head and his face was in hers.
She heard herself gulp. Maybe it was more of a squeak.
“You betrayed me,” he told her, while his gray eyes seemed to blaze deep inside of her, setting new fires. “You will not have the opportunity to do it again. And if you try, you won’t like what happens. Maybe you should have a stint without your child to see how it feels, since you are so sanguine about such things.”
And with that threat between them, he stared at her for another long moment, so long that she was sure she saw something almost give way—
But instead, he pushed himself away from the wall—from her—and then stormed back out into the night.
Leaving Hannah there against the wall with nothing to do but sink down to the floor, bury her head into her hands, and let all that emotion inside of her pour out as it would.
Quietly, though, so as not to wake the baby that Antonluca was welcome to love—but would be taking away from her only if he first climbed over her dead body to do it.
CHAPTER SIX
Antonlucadidn’tsleep, and not only because he wished he hadn’t suggested he would take a small boy from his mother like he was auditioning to become any number of the terrible men who’d had too much influence over his own childhood.
Of coursehe wouldn’t do such a thing.
He had built himself an entire life to make certain that not only could no one do such things to him, but that no one could do these things to his siblings, either. He had made certain they were all protected.
Obviously he could do no less for his own son.
Still, he stayed up all night and made certain that his legal team got as little sleep as he did. He barked out orders and demanded action as if that could take away the sting that seemed to get deeper—and become more of a low, long ache—the longer he sat with it.
And there was nothing to dobutsit with it.
Hannah had betrayed him.
