Perfect fucking timing.
"Domenico," I answer, my voice carefully controlled.
"Cesare, we need to discuss some business matters. Are you free this afternoon?"
"I'll make time," I reply. "What's this regarding?"
"Territory expansion in Dublin. There are opportunities arising that could benefit both our families."
I lean back in my chair, mind already working. "Fine. Come by at two."
"Excellent. I'll see you then."
As I hang up, anger simmers beneath my calm surface. I'm going to enjoy this conversation more than Domenico realizes.
Because if Johann's information is correct, if this bastard has been hurting Vittoria, I'm going to make sure he understands exactly what happens to men who damage what belongs to me.
No one hurts my wife. Not anymore.
The afternoon can't come soon enough.
CHAPTER SEVEN
vittoria
I'm awakenedby Cesare running kisses along my body. His lips trail from my neck down to my collarbone, sending shivers through me despite being half-asleep.
"Cesare?" I murmur groggily, blinking my eyes open.
He lifts his head, dark eyes meeting mine. There's an intensity in his gaze that makes my breath catch. "Good morning, wife," he says, voice low and husky.
Before I can respond, his lips are on mine in a searing kiss. Any remnants of sleep fade quickly as desire floods through me. My body responds to his touch instinctively, arching into him as his hands roam my curves.
Fuck, I hate how easily he affects me.
Cesare breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down my neck. "I've been thinking about you all night," he murmurs against my skin. "About how beautiful you looked at the gala, how well you handled yourself."
His words send a thrill through me; a mixture of pride and arousal I don't want to feel. I tangle my fingers in his hair as he moves lower, his mouth closing around my nipple. A soft moan escapes me.
"Cesare," I gasp as his hand slides between my thighs, finding me already wet for him.
He chuckles darkly. "So responsive," he says, fingers teasing my entrance. "Tell me what you want, Vittoria."
I bite my lip, torn between desire and lingering shyness from my inexperience. His fingers still, waiting for my response.
"I... I want you," I finally whisper, cheeks burning.
"Good girl," he growls, positioning himself between my legs. "This is going to be quick. I have a meeting in an hour."
With one smooth thrust, he enters me, filling me completely. I cry out at the sensation, my nails digging into his shoulders.
Cesare sets a relentless pace, each powerful thrust sending me higher. His breath is hot against my ear as he growls possessively, "You're mine, Vittoria. Say it."
"I'm yours," I gasp, voice breathless, lost in overwhelming pleasure. "Only yours, Cesare."
His movements grow frantic, wild urgency taking over, and I feel my orgasm building. "Come for me," he commands, fingers finding that sensitive bundle of nerves.
The added stimulation undoes me completely. I cry out, surrendering to waves of ecstasy crashing over me. Cesare follows shortly after, a deep groan escaping as he calls out my name.
