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“You’ll have the most lavish wedding Naples has ever seen,” he counters. “My woman deserves to be spoiled, and everyone will see that I treat you the way you should be treated. They will know how much I value you.” He tugs at the necklace, pulling me in so that his possessive words rumble against my lips. “You’re mine forever,farfallina.”

“I just want to be your wife,” I confess. “I don’t want to wait to plan a big wedding.”

He chuckles again. “So impatient and so greedy.” I taste sweet lemon on his sensual lips as he declares, “We will celebrate our love, and everyone will see that my beautiful bride belongs to me. You want to be mine, don’t you?”

He says the last with cocky confidence, but I reply with deep sincerity. “I’m yours, Massimo. And you’re mine. I don’t need a ceremony to prove it, but if it’s important to you, I can wait to marry you. How long will it take to plan this wedding?”

“Only a few months, sweet girl. And don’t worry. You already have me, body and soul.”

I press my hand to his heart, the strong, steady beat calming me like nothing else. I relax against his hard chest, breathing in his leather and amber scent, tinged with a hint of sea salt.

“I don’t want any more dessert.” I practically purr the words as I brush a worshipful kiss to his neck. “Please, Massimo. I need you.”

“How can I deny you,dolcezza?”

He braces his corded arms around me and stands, lifting me to his chest as he carries me into the bedroom. The door closes behind us with a sharpsnap, a warning to the staff to stay far away.

Massimo promised to make me scream, and he’s about to follow through.

“You’re perfect for me, Evelyn. You make me so happy.”

I bask in the savagery of his kiss, indulging in the pure, passionate connection I share with the man I love.

With every possessive caress, he promises himself to me: my stunning, powerful, dangerous fiancé.

My Massimo.

My dark savior.

My everything.