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He looks up at me with glassy eyes that I have no intention of pointing out.

When Oriana lets out a yawn, Carlotta steps forward and offers, “How about I get Oriana ready for a nap. Once she’s asleep, I’ll have the monitor with me while I work on the meal plan for this week along with preparing easy to grab snacks.”

Oriana hugs my legs and then Salvatore’s before grabbing Carlotta’s hand and tugging her toward the bed. “That means you get to read me another story.”

Salvatore guides me out of the room while Carlotta chuckles gently behind us.

I wasn’t sure how I would feel having a nurse here with us, but right now I’m grateful. With Carlotta there, I’m not worried about stepping away even for something as simple as going to the bathroom.

As Salvatore leads me down the hallway, I ask him, “Where does she live?”

Honestly, he may have already told me, but there’s been so much going on that I’ve forgotten.

“There’s a guest cottage out back that has been set up for her. I figured that would be the best way for her to be close while not always in our space.” I nod while Salvatore goes on. “You can keep her on for as long as you like. You can utilize her as much as you’re comfortable with. When we no longer need her, she’ll get a generous bonus and a glowing recommendation.”

The last thing I’m worried about is her being compensated properly. Salvatore isn’t shy when it comes to money. I can’t even think about the accounts and trust that have already been created for both me and Oriana.

Salvatore stops in front of a door and looks down at me with heat in his gaze. “This is the most important room in the house.”

My eyebrows pull together in confusion. “I thought the kitchen was the most important room. Or maybe the living room?”

He smirks down at me before opening the door and ushering me inside. “Those rooms are important, but this is where the real magic happens.”

I can’t help but giggle as I look around the room. It’s furnished in the things I picked out, and I have to say that it looks good together. The room feels light without being too feminine.

It looks like a place where I can relax and not worry about anything.

Salvatore only gives me a minute to take it all in. Then he’s pulling at my clothes, tugging each piece off me and himself until we’re both naked.

His hands are firm as he lifts me while sliding onto the bed with his back against the headboard. One of his fingers slides up my slit and a growl comes from deep in his chest.

“You’re soaked for me,” he groans. “I can’t wait another second to be buried inside you, la mia piccola leonessa.”

With his hands gripping one of my hips and the other wrapped around his cock, he positions me above him. As I start to slide down his length, my back arches and pushes my tits in his face.

Salvatore lunges forward, his lips wrapping around my hard nipple and sucking it into his mouth. I move slowly at first, sliding up and down his cock while moans fall from my lips. As pleasure starts to coil in my gut, I move faster.

His fingers flex against my skin before he releases my nipple with a pop. The cool air brushing against my wet flesh cause goosebumps to break out all over me. I slam down hard and circle my hips while my clit presses against his pelvis.

My eyes roll back in my head and my movements stutter. Salvatore is right there, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises behind as he moves me up and down his shaft.

“Eyes on me, Ashleigh,” he growls the command and my eyes snap open as I look down at him.

Our gazes lock, mine blue and his so dark it’s almost black. We don’t look away as we chase our release. Every time he fills me, his hips come off the bed with a snap, and I let out a gasp.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” he rasps.

Just when I think I can’t take anymore, the need to come becoming overwhelming, I shatter. My vision blurs while my muscles tighten and my pussy squeezes around his cock. He lets out a low grunt filled with bliss as I slump forward against his chest and the first jet of his cum paints my walls.

I think going to Seattle, even though I was terrified, was the best thing I could have ever done. I expected a fight, but a present was waiting for me, one I never expected.

If Salvatore wants to treasure me and be the man who stands at my side, I’ll hold on to him and cherish his love and attention, especially when it’s possessive.

I haven’t said the words, but I know his claim is true—I’m his and have been from the moment he took my elbow in a moment when courage and fear were the only things holding me together.

CHAPTER 12

SALVATORE