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He grabs my wrists in a viselike grip and deposits them over my head while he uses his other to first rip my panties off and then to guide his cock inside me. My hips push up into him; I want all of it. Now.

He takes first one leg, then the other, and arranges them against his shoulder, rendering me completely unable to move while he pushes in and out of me, still holding my wrists hostage.

"So fucking sexy," he groans as he watches himself bury his cock into my folds over and over.

There's something unbelievably hot about not being able to move and having him fully in control. I've been soaking wet for him all night, and it doesn't take long before the first waves of climax hit me.

A loud, endless moan escapes me as his thrusts come harder and faster, filling and stretching me to the brink of losing my mind.

"Come for me, right fucking now," he demands between clenched teeth, and it's so freaking hot, a whimper escapes me, followed by a howl.

"MINE!" he screams as he stiffens on top of me. "MINE!"

"Yours," I manage to press out before everything explodes inside and around me.

The next morning…

Antonio had to leave early for a meeting in NYC and to check on Marcello, who had surprisingly made it through the surgery. Nobody knows yet who was behind the hit; for now, it looks like his own bodyguards turned against him. Antonio thinks Carlos ordered the hit.

Gigi comes sauntering into the breakfast room. I raise an eyebrow at her. "You're up early."

"Had to see my man out," she winks.

"Have you talked to your brother yet?"

She sighs, reaching for the coffee. "Not yet. Soon. I promised Vito."

My stomach has been queasy all morning. I managed to keep it down while Antonio was still here, not wanting him to see me throw up again, but when Gigi pours creamer into her coffee, I can't stop it any longer. I don't even know why. I love creamer, but something about it cramps my stomach and sends bile up my throat so fast that I don't even have time to run to the bathroom.

"Shit, Scarlet!" Gigi jumps off her chair as I throw up between my legs.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry, Gigi," I mumble, fumbling for a napkin, trying to swallow bile that keeps coming up in such rapid succession that I lose another round.

"Oh dear," Gigi keeps her distance but holds out a napkin and a glass of water on a long, stretched arm. "You okay?"

Embarrassed, I stare at the mess on the floor. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry."

"Oh, don't worry about that." Gigi takes my hand and pulls me to my feet while yelling, "Maisy!"

"I can clean it. I?—"

Gigi is already pulling me out of the room. "Let's get you to bed. Did you catch a stomach bug or something?"

"Or something," I mumble, leaning against the banister as I stare up the looming staircase.

Her bullshit radar must be on high, because she looks just like her brother when she repeats, "Or something? Oh shit! Wow!" she grabs my hand, looking at the ring. "So he finally did it, huh? How? Was it good? If he wasn't a romantic, I'll break his legs."

I giggle as my stomach slowly settles. "He was good. You'd be proud of him."

"This is gorgeous." Gigi all but dislocates my finger as she turns it one way and then another to scrutinize it.

"It's the most amazing sapphire I've ever seen. It matches my eyes. So you see, he's a romantic."

Gigi snorts and finally releases my finger. "Sapphire?"

I tilt my head, "What else would it be?" The only blue gemstones I know are sapphires. Granted, I'm not a jewelry connoisseur.

"Oh, sweetheart," Gigi is still giggling. “That's not a sapphire; that's a blue diamond."