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I ground against him, lifting my hips up, then slamming back down onto his cock. He was so deep inside me, I swore I could feel him touching my womb. I relished in the sensation of being so completely filled by him.

“Ah, fuck,” I moaned.

A palm slapped hard on my ass cheek and my eyes flew open in surprise. My sex convulsed around his shaft, throbbing in the most delicious way.

“Stop smacking my ass,” I breathed, grinding my hips.

“You like it.”

He halted my hips and a frustrated breath left me. “Fuck! Nico, I was almost there.”

“Stop the pill,” he muttered. I swallowed hard. I couldn’t. Right? I couldn’t. I had to take care of mom and he betrayed me. “Do it for me, Cara Mia.”

It was the first thing he had asked me to do for him. He knew I was Benito’s daughter and wanted to have kids with me. Or maybe he just wanted an heir?

I leaned forward and took his mouth. “I’ll think about it.” The lie was bitter. “Now, fuck me,” I begged desperately. And God did he. I screamed his name as he took me higher and higher, then threw me into the abyss of pleasure. I thought I’d drown.

Yes, last night started slower, sweeter… but it ended rough and with a lie uttered from my lips. It made me want to cry. Talk about irony in life. I wanted children and so did he.

A hundred different scenarios floated through my head, trying to tell myself this connection with him was just great sex. Mind blowing, amazing sex. Nothing more.

I shifted on the seat again, agitated we had to wait this long just to be handed Mom’s documents. Mom sat stoic, not saying a word, her eyes dead with a faraway look. I wanted to know what she was thinking or feeling. Every time I asked her, no words came through her lips, and I struggled to understand her.

Bear stood by the door and a sudden feeling of suffocation slowly rose inside me. I tugged on my crewneck pink top, a sudden flush of heat inside me making me want to vomit.Stop working yourself up, I told myself gazing out the window.Just stop.

Another man walked in at that time, but I kept my eyes trained on the window, focusing on the outside, imagining I was breathing the fresh air. I had to push this feeling of agony somewhere deep down. It wasn’t time to think about it now. I’d have the rest of my lonely life to think about it.

You’d think I’d learn by now that hope was for the fools.

It took a moment to register my mother’s whimpers, but by then it was too late. Bear’s body slumped, falling onto the floor with a loud thump and the blow to the back of my skull tilted my view sideways as I slid onto the floor. I never even felt the ground.

ChapterThirty-Seven

NICO

Everything was ready for tonight. We were in my D.C. office. We just concluded the meeting with the Italian families and it ensured we had concurrence not to sell the Amalfi coastal property to Benito King. However, nobody wanted to go directly against him. So, I found them a loophole. The agreement between the Italian Ambassador, Benito, and the Italian heads designated to sell the slither of property to the King family.

Benito ensured his son, Marco King, would be lined up to take it over in case of his own untimely death. Because that little weasel was an incompetent fool and didn’t know how to get anything down without holding his daddy’s hand.

But the agreement didn’t specify which King member. After all, Cassio and Luca were King family members too. Therefore, Cassio and Luca King found themselves owners of a tiny waterfront property on the famous Amalfi coast for an outrageous price tag. It was fucking worth it.

Glancing at the phone, I saw a signal indicating the safe in my office was opened. A while ago too. How did I miss it?

“What’s wrong?” Cassio asked.

“Hopefully just a glitch,” I muttered, dialing up the house.

Leonardo answered on the first ring. “Who was in my office?”

They had security cameras all throughout the house. That one shouldn’t be hard to answer.

“Just your wife,” he answered.

“Where is she?”

“She went into town.”

A bad feeling hit me right in the chest. I told her to stay on the estate. “Town?”