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“I love you, Nico,” she cried out against my lips.

“Te amo.”

This love for her was stronger than anything I had ever felt. I pounded into her, unable to pace my desire. I fucked her hard, like I haven’t had her this morning or last night or the night before. Her inner muscles squeezed around my cock, and I knew she was close.

“Come for me!” I roared, my own orgasm climbing up my spine. “Come for me, Bianca.”

“Fuck,” she breathed against my lips. She tensed then her pussy convulsed around my dick as she came with a shudder and my name on her lips. My own orgasm spiraled me into oblivion where there was nothing, just the two of us.

* * *

Thirty minutes later,we were both cleaned up and back at the party. Bianca stood by Cassio and Grace, holding little Francesca. She loved kids, cooing at the little girl as she did our boys.

“Daddy, Daddy.” Hannah's voice had me tearing my gaze from my wife. My daughter ran over to me with a serious look on her face. My fucking insides melted every time the girls called me Dad. I suspected they knew it too and used it to get their way. Luciano and Cassio gave me shit about it all the time, though they were no better.

I lowered myself down to her eye level. Her blue eyes, so much like her grandmother’s, shone with excitement.

“Yes, princess?”

She took my hand and glanced at Luciano who stood next to me. “Mr. Vitale, it’s good you are here.”

He lowered down too, trying hard to hold his grin back. Hannah always came up with the darndest things to say or do. Her logic rivaled her mother’s, in the best way possible.

“How come?” he asked her, keeping his voice even while his lip twitched.

“Matteo is going to marry me,” she squealed. Then jumped up and down like she just got the proposal of the century. Luciano and I shared an amusing look.

“Wow, princess,” Luciano grinned. “That’s a big move. Are you ready?”

She nodded eagerly. “Yes, I’ll learn how to make ice cream like Mom. Just the way he likes it. And he’s going to buy me a pretty ring. Just like Daddy got Mommy.”

I chuckled. Hannah was enthralled with all things shiny. Unlike Arianna, who preferred spending time drawing and painting. “I don’t think Mom will be happy to let you marry so young,” I told her.

Hannah scoffed. “Arianna said she’ll distract her.”

Both Luciano and I threw our heads back and laughed. “Okay, Hannah,” I told her. “But first we will wait about twenty years or so.”

She frowned. “Isn’t that a long time?”

“Not that long.”

She chewed her lower lip, thinking about it for a moment. The motion reminded me of her mother. “Okay then,” she agreed. “Daddy, can you buy me the prettiest princess dress?” She fluttered her eyelashes. “I want Matteo to like my dress and buy me the prettiest ring.”

Without waiting for an answer, because she knew she’d get whatever she asked for, she took off yelling, “They said yes.”

I stood up, shaking my head. “Tell your son to keep his hands off my daughter.”

Luciano grinned. “I can’t help that my son is irresistible to the ladies.”

“Just remember you have a daughter, and I have two sons.”

“Prick,” he muttered, though smiling. “I’ll have a talk with my son.”

“And I will talk to my sons,” I announced, grinning. “When they get out of diapers.”

Bianca’s hands came around me. “What are we going to talk to our children about?”

I shuffled her in front of me and wrapped my arms around her. “About women and how to treat them, and love them forever. Like I love you.”

Her face softened. “Awww, I love you too. And I am so happy you forced me to marry you. Despite everything.” Her mouth came to mine but stopped inches from it. “If you give any ideas to our children about forced or arranged marriages, or swapped pills, Sasha’s and Luca’s offer to take you out still stands, you know.”

“You would miss me, Cara Mia.”

“I would,” she murmured. Her body pressed against mine. “Because you, Nico Morrelli, are my destiny.”