“Good.” Wrapping her tightly in my arms, I held her for a second, and it was enough. Just being with her like this was enough.
It didn’t matter what the others thought or said. All that mattered was what we thought and said, and Sophia said she was mine.
“It’s not going to be easy,” I whispered. “Being together is not going to be easy. There’s a reason your brother forced you back into my life, Sophia, and I need to know what that is.”
“I know it’s not going to be easy. Nothing worth having is ever easy, Matteo.”
Yeah, she was right about that. But I knew she was worth it.
She had always been worth it.
“I think your brother knew about us before,” I whispered.
She didn’t answer me.
Maybe I said it so softly and she hadn’t heard me. Shifting my weight, I glanced down at her.
Asleep.
She was asleep, and this time she wasn’t faking it. Her breasts rose and fell evenly, and her lips were half-parted. She looked like a damn sleeping angel in my arms, completely content.
If she was hiding something bad from me, she wouldn’t have looked so peaceful. So it wasn’t her. Yes, she had secrets, but not bad ones.
It was Gio who was up to something, but I had known that from the beginning. I would keep digging, but I would savor this as well.
Pressing my lips to her forehead, I fell back into the pillows, but I didn’t close my eyes. How could I when she looked so beautiful?
Sophia was mine, she had always been, and would always be mine, and if I found out that Gio had taken her away from me six years ago, then I would burn his empire to the ground.
One thing was certain, though: he would never get her away from me now.
“I love you,” I whispered to her sleeping form. “I have always loved you.” Another kiss, this one of her half-parted lips, and I went back to watching her.
I’d spend the night watching her sleep if I had to, just so I could make this moment last.
And one thing was perfectly clear to me.
I would die before I ever gave her up.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Matteo
Was it possible to explode with happiness? Because it sure felt that way. The last two days had proven to me beyond a reasonable doubt that we were meant to be together.
Sure, our relationship would never be traditional. She could never be my wife, but Sophia had my heart, and that was something no other woman could have.
I would marry for convenience and alliances, but I would keep Sophia in my life because she was what made me happy, and if the smile on her face was anything to go by, I made her happy as well.
The smile never left her face these days, and now was no exception. She sat opposite me, watching me as I shoveled her chocolate cake into my face.
“This is really good,” I said, licking the back of the spoon. Her eyes widened, and heat tinged her cheeks pink. I knew exactly why.
Ever since I had woken up with my mouth and hands on her pussy, I had taken every possible moment I could to drop to my knees and worship her with my tongue.
Her chocolate cake was amazing, but I was addicted to the taste of her pussy and the cream it spilled onto my lips.
“I’m glad you think so.”
