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“Great things are never easy to get.” Determination steels his voice, making me believe this man can achieve anything he wants.

“Fine. One week. I won’t kill you unless…”

His eyes lock on mine with a promise that he will give me whatever I want. “Tell me what it is you’re after.”

As I tell him why I am here, hope blossoms in my heart for the first time—in that arid area I thought nothing could grow. I can deal with Adamo on my own.

As I stroke down her back, with her leg hung over mine, I smile in her hair, loving her subconscious stake of ownership. Although with her, I can’t be sure it isn’t on purpose. I don’t mind either way.

A woman like her can’t be tamed, but we both know I own her when I fuck her, molding her to my incessant desire. Outside the bedroom, it’s the other way around.

I just had her and all I want is to get back inside her tight pussy that is hot as hell and fucking heaven all in one. I salivate just at the thought of tasting her again, eating her out like an insatiable man. Usually, I fuck and leave, but with her, I crave her nearness just as much as everything else. I dig my grave and smile while doing it—I am one screwed motherfucker.

Meanwhile, my brain ruminates over what she confessed. She wants to find out who her parents are and where she came from. I understand her need to find out. One thing I know forsure is she’ll cross every boundary to uncover the truth.

I am already thinking of reaching out to my government contact. Something doesn’t add up. Most surely someone covered their tracks because how could a child born in the US get shipped to an orphanage in Italy. I find it very convenient that Augustus was the one who miraculously found her in that orphanage slash monastery and made her his assassin. My father always told me he was a cunning man who did nothing without a plan.

How the fuck did my useless cousin discover the hidden information then?

While Luciana has her eyes closed, she’s not asleep, her fingers doodling on my chest.

“You ruined my favorite car. How do you intend to make it up to me?”

A smile grazes her lips as she tips her chin up, looking me straight in the eyes, not sorry at all. “You ruined my pussy. We’re even.”

I chuckle. “I see you don’t feel sorry at all.”

She shakes her head, grinning as she taps the tip of my nose. “Looking back, it would have been a pity to kill you before…”

“You couldn’t kill me even if you wanted to. Your message came at the right moment. You’re weak for me.” It’s not a question. It’s a fact she can’t deny.

“You didn’t use a condom,” she whispers, chewing on her bottom lip.

“I guess I like to live dangerously. Didn’t even cross my mind.” I was so desperate to get inside of her, protection was not on my mind. “I am safe and have always used one. I can’t even remember the last time I was with a woman. Why didn’t you say something?”

She tilts her head and her brows bunch together; a line digs between them. “I don’t know… wanted the complete experience, I suppose.”

“Are you on birth control?”

“I am for my cramps.”

I want to be the only one who knows the real her. Taking advantage of her opening up, I ask, “Why did you decide to remain celibate?”

“Two reasons.”

“And I bet one of them is Augustus,” I grumble.

She shrugs as if it’s not a big deal.

“What if he finds out?”

“He won’t. This won’t affect my job.”

I hate how much power that man has over her.

“He will die at some point, and you don’t strike me as someone who has friends on the Council.” Thatsome pointwill be soon because he stands in my way of having her.

“Don’t worry about me.” She waves off my concern.