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She sighs. “Anyway, I’m not going to tell Uncle Domenico what you did. But there’s a good chance he already knows.”

With that, she turns and leaves.

Once I'm alone, I think back to Alexei. I could return to his place. I could explain.

But explain what? That I'm a coward? That I ran because I was scared of how much I wanted to stay?

I think about the note again, still folded in my purse.Don't disappear on me.

Too late for that.

CHAPTER 4

ISABELLA

Nine weeks later…

His touch ignites a trail of heat that pools between my thighs.

Our breath mingles, ragged and desperate.

His lips crash against mine.

"You're mine tonight. You’re mine every night.”

His voice is a low growl that sends shivers straight to my core. The taste of him floods my senses.

"Ready to feel how much I want you?"

“Show me, Alexei. Make me forget everything but how you make me feel."

His cock brushes against my inner thigh, a cruel tease. Then he drives into me, filling me to the hilt, each thrust a stroke of raw pleasure that obliterates every thought in my head.

He pushes deeper and deeper, his dick sliding in and out of me, stretching me wide. God, he’s so thick, so hot inside me.

“You like the way I feel, baby?”

“Yes.”

He leans down, whispering into my ear.

“The way I’m going to make you come, devotchka… you’ll remember it for the rest of your life.”

I don’t speak, just wrap my legs around Alexei and pull him close. His silky black hair hangs down both sides of his face, those electric blue eyes locked on mine. He pumps again and again, that lean, powerful body flexing with each thrust.

I’m getting close, so damn close.

My eyes fly open as I’m jolted awake, my stomach in knots.

I dash to the bathroom, barely making it in time to hurl. This has been my charming new routine: random bouts of nausea, morning, noon, and night.

Deep down, I’m freaking out that I might be pregnant.

Unless my body is playing tricks on me, I’m in a load of trouble.

With shaky hands, I pull out a stash of pregnancy tests from under the sink—a shoplifted souvenir from my last heavily chaperoned trip to the store. I hate to steal, but what else was I supposed to do? Buy pregnancy tests with my bodyguards hovering ten feet away?

I follow the instructions and wait the never-ending two minutes.