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When he returns with the few products I requested, I’m standing directly under the water, soaking my tender and dirtybody from head to toe. He goes to stand on the other side, only a few feet away from me, to do the same, his eyes full of intent.

I can’t help but smile as I stare back, and my eyes take a gander at his impeccable physique. Every scar and tattoo over every defined line and muscle. He’s glorious. Like a true gladiator. My eyes continue to roam, and his cock is growing larger and larger by the moment. I arch an eyebrow up at him.

“Mi ecciti.”You’re turning me on, he says unabashedly with a crooked smirk.

Biting down a grin and shaking my head, I close my eyes and tilt my head back to wash my hair. My body is so fucking tender. My nipples raw, my pussy a little swollen, my lips puffy from kissing so much last night. But if he were to pin me against this wall right now, I wouldn’t say no.

I’m almost disappointed when he doesn’t.

Chapter eighteen

Massimo

Throughout the day, my thoughts are consumed by my woman.

The way her sweet cunt gripped me and swelled up after only the first time I fucked her. How her dark nipples puffed up and turned colors. Purple marks in the shape of my fingers decorating her sweet hips and ass. The mixture of her blood and cream on my cock. The sight was an exquisite, enigmatic masterpiece reserved exclusively for my admiration.

While she’s been out handling wedding preparations, I’ve arranged for her belongings to be transferred into our now-shared bedroom. I know it will be a fight. Catastrophic. The thought of it elicits an involuntary twitch in my cock. Her vicious temper gets me harder than her seductive dancing. The woman is crazy, and I crave it and how it gets me riled up. Our first real fight will lead to phenomenal pleasure.

Thinking about how she tried sneaking an icepack up to her room this morning makes me chuckle, and Ezzo gives me a look. Clearing my throat, I try to play it off.

“You and Alessia seem to be getting along,” he comments from his chair in front of my desk.

“We are.”

“Is she as crazy as they say?” he muses.

I can’t help the chuckle that erupts from me this time. “She is.”

“Not afraid she might whack you in your sleep after one little tiff?”

“I think I’m safe. Unless I manage toreallypiss her off.” We both chuckle, and I realize how long it’s been since he and I have laughed together.

We’re taught family is paramount, but is it logical to throw yourself into peril to protect those who are essentially strangers?

“I bought a vineyard in Tuscany. It’ll be a good summer home for all of us,” I blurt out.

“Che cosa?”What? He looks at me as if he couldn’t have possibly heard me right.

“I wanted to buy a summer home as a wedding gift for Alessia. Thought it would be beneficial to purchase a vineyard for profit as well. It could be a nice family vacation home.”

“A family vacation home,” he repeats flatly.

“Yes.”

“Forourfamily?”

I feel the agitation climbing. “Why is this so hard to comprehend? I bought it as a gift to Alessia, but it’s more than big enough for all of us to use.” It’s technically a castle sitting right between Siena and Florence, with twenty-five bedrooms and thirty-three bathrooms. It dates back to 1020 AD.

“Like at the same time?” I glower at him. “I’m just a little…surprised.” He eyes me suspiciously. “We don’t do family vacations.”

“Look.” I sigh. “I’m not asking for family dinners or celebrating every holiday together. I’m only suggesting a triponce a year to keep our family united. Family is important,” I mutter in the last part, feeling like a fraud for saying so.

“Did Alessia put you up to this or something?”

“Never mind.” I resist the urge to lash out, and force myself back to work.

“I’m not opposed to it, Massimo. I’m just wondering where all of this is coming from.”