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And in its place wasneed.The kind that was both physical and something more. The kind that made her realize how hard he was trying to ignore all of her supposed similarities with his own mother.

Amore mio. Oh, my love.

His torment was almost acutely palpable. She could practically feel his agony, could feel how Massimo was doing his very best to forget all of Ynez's lies and believe that she had changed. But most of all, she felt hisneed.

Massimoneededher so because helovedher.

That was so clear to her now, and this had her heart pounding so, so hard.

Forza, Ysabel! You can do this!

Truth once again came to her rescue, and she was indeed beginning to see that with this man, it always had to be the truth, for better or for worse.

That was probably something her sister had also figured out,Ysabel realized uneasily, but she hurriedly pushed the thought away. Instead of worrying over Ynez, she was much better off focusing on her ownfidanzato, who had just now raised a brow when he saw her lips curve into a little smile.

"Do you care to share the joke,ciliegina mia?"

Butterfly wings fluttered inside of her stomach - she just loved it so much when he called her that - and Ysabel couldn't keep her voice from turning breathless as she answered him. "No joke, but it's just something I noticed..."

"About what?"

"The way you look at me." She looked at him under her lashes, and her heart pounded harder when she saw how his nostrils had flared at her words. "It just seems you want..."

"Wantwhat?"

Her knees knocked against each other at the roughness of his voice, and she ended up whispering—-

"To worship me."

A few moments passed, and she could only swallow hard when a muscle started ticking at his jaw.Oh no.Had it been too much? She was really just teasing him, and she didn't think any relationship could work without humor—-even if one was led to believe the other was a pathological liar.

Another second passed, and just as Ysabel started gnawing on her lip—-

Should she or should she not take the words back?

He was suddenly standing in front of her, and all could she do was gasp and laugh as he swept her off her feet...only to throw her on the bed like one would do with a child.

Her breath caught as she raised herself on her elbows, and she saw him already getting down to his knees. He slowly parted her legs open, and desire rippled through her body.

Massimo got rid of her jeans swiftly and efficiently, and every inch of her flesh was aching and burning as he slowly pulled her panties down her legs.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

It was all Ysabel could do not to sob the words out as his mouth closed over the swollen nub of her desire, and she clawed helplessly on the bedsheets as he started sucking on her clit. She tried, she tried so, so hard to make it last—-

But just like before, it was simply too much, and his name spilled out in a cry as she started to cum.

"Massimo..."

Thirteen

I CANNOT GET ENOUGHof this woman.

There were only three days left until their wedding and just about every minute of the past two weeks had been spent with Ysabel by his side...or under him or over him, depending on what and where they ended up seducing each other, and always with the most excruciatingly satisfying results.

He had tasted her while she was lying on his office desk, naked from the waist down, and the door unlocked. She had also pleasured him on her knees when they were enjoying dinner in a private room at one of Boston's most popular restaurants—-but one that also happened to have panoramicuntintedwindows on all sides. The drive to her work from her apartment was only supposed to take ten minutes tops, but every damn day she would arrive at the diner,barelymaking it in time, and all because they had to take a detour along the way.

The same thing had happened tonight, with Massimo and Ysabel on their way to their rehearsal dinner, and they were scheduled to arrive on time as well...until he had caught her staring at him, with stars in her eyes.