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"My turn," she says, sitting up to work on my shirt buttons.

I let her undress me, watching her eyes darken as she reveals my body. Her fingers trace my abs, the V that leads lower, making my cock twitch with renewed interest.

"Already again?" she asks, eyebrow raised.

"Always with you," I admit, pushing her back onto the bed. "I can't get enough. Will never get enough."

I start at her ankles, kissing my way up her legs, taking my time. By the time I reach her inner thighs, she's writhing, begging incoherently.

"Pietro, please?—"

"Patience,tesoro." I spread her legs wider, admiring the view. "I told you I was going to eat this pretty pussy until you begged. We're just getting started."

When my mouth finally finds her, she screams. I work her mercilessly, using everything I've learned about her body, what makes her shake, what makes her sob my name. I bring her to the edge over and over, backing off just when she's about to fall.

"Please," she finally breaks, tears streaming down her face. "Please, I need?—"

"What do you need?" I ask, replacing my mouth with my fingers, keeping her right on the edge.

"You. Inside me. Please, Pietro, I'll do anything?—"

"You already promised me anything," I remind her, moving up her body. "And I plan to collect."

I enter her slowly this time, watching her face, seeing the relief and pleasure wash over her features. This position lets me go deeper, and we both groan at the sensation.

"Look at me," I command, starting to move. "I want to see your eyes when you come this time."

She forces her eyes open, meeting mine, and what I see there—trust, desire, something deeper we're both afraid to name—nearly undoes me.

"Mine," I growl, increasing my pace. "Say it."

"Yours," she gasps, her nails raking down my back. "Always yours, only yours?—"

"That's right. This pussy, this body, this mouth—all mine. No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to touch you, taste you, fuck you. Only me."

"Only you," she agrees, getting closer. "Pietro, I'm?—"

"Come with me," I demand, feeling my own release approaching. "Look at me and come with me."

We fall together, eyes locked, and in that moment I know I'm completely fucked. Not just physically, but emotionally. This woman owns me as thoroughly as I own her, and that should terrify me.

Instead, as we lie tangled together afterward, sweaty and satisfied, all I can think isfinally. Like I haven't already claimed her. But each time is like the first time. And I want her over and over again.

''Rest. We have a few hours until we get to face hell again.'' I say and her breath comes out slowly, like she's already afraid of what we'll face with fucking Declan.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Pietro

I sit at the head of the table, my fingers drumming against the wood as we wait.

Nora's beside me, her hand resting on the table where I can see it. Where I know she's safe.

Lorenzo leans back in his chair, deceptively relaxed. Nico paces by the windows, his agitation visible in every step. Liam stands near the door, still as stone, watching everything.

The phone in the center of the table might as well be a bomb for all the tension it creates.

"He should be calling any minute," I say, checking my watch. Tony knows what to do. We went over it three times.