Page 159 of Scorned Beauty

“It’s there, trust me, it’s there,” Luca murmured.

“How’s it going with the Russians?” Matteo asked my uncle.

Luca’s face darkened. “Let’s enjoy Christmas and not worry about the Russians.”

We changed the subject. Luca and the Moscow mob were butting heads again, which was why I was keeping an eye on the New York bratva. That was one reason I had reservations about Lucy moving back to Manhattan, even if that had been my objective for years. As expected, Tomlin was shanked in prison. As for Vivienne, she was under house arrest awaiting trial for attempted murder. There were no links to the other victims, but Anton’s attempt on my family had enough witnesses. The Tomlins were finished. No matter the outcome of the trial, I was going to make sure the rest of her life would be a living nightmare. No one came after my family and expected to escape unscathed.

Ma and Aunt Ava announced dinner, so I walked over to where Harriet and Sloane were chatting with Bianca.

“Are we talking about serial killers again? It’s Christmas. Give it a rest.”

My woman grinned at me, confirming what I suspected.

“What is this fascination with serial killers?” I murmured as Sloane rose and gave me a quick peck on the lips.

“Hmm, that coquito sure tastes yummy.”

“Answer the question,” I said in mock sternness.

“Oh, don’t be a buzzkill, cuz,” Bianca grouched and stood.

“Our mothers called for dinner.” I helped Harriet to her feet and put her hand on my arm. “Your escort, my lady.”

Harriet beamed at my flair. Sloane and Bianca rolled their eyes. What? I was in a good mood. All my family—safe under one roof.

“I got her.” Bianca grabbed Harriet’s hand on my arm and transferred it to hers. “We’re continuing our conversation and theories at the table. She’s sitting beside me.”

“True.” Harriet let my cousin lead her away.

“Looks like I’m not Harriet’s favorite person anymore.”

“Does it matter?” Sloane teased, hugging my torso. “As long as you’re mine.”

I shot her a devilish grin. My gorgeous soon-to-be wife. I couldn’t wait. I watched my family file into the dining room. Sloane tugged on my hand, but I had other ideas.

I led her to the other exit of the sitting room that opened to the grand staircase.

Sloane’s eyes widened, partly in horror, but mostly amused. “We don’t have time.”

“Well, I don’t have the patience to sit through a three-hour dinner and wait to be inside you.”

I practically dragged her up the stairs.

“You were just inside me this morning.”

At the top of the stairs, I turned her in my arms. “I’m addicted to you, baby.”

Her eyes sparkled. “Same, but they’ll be looking for us.”

I spotted Nico dragging Ivy across the foyer to the opposite end of the mansion. My cousin glanced up briefly and smirked.

“They’ll understand.” I crowded Sloane into the pink-frilled powder room.

“Dom,” she started to gasp, but I silenced her with a ravenous kiss.

Thank fuck, she was wearing a skirt. I slid her panties aside and pushed my fingers in. Soaked.

“I love you,” I growled before I slammed inside her.

And with a constant hunger for this woman, I showed her how she would always be my one and only choice.

We haven’t seen the last of theDe Luccis and Luca. They will return in a spin-off seriesMarriage Ink. Can you guess who will be our first couple?