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Her body trembled, and I knew she was close. I wrapped my lips around her clit, sucking hard, and she shattered, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm. She cried out my name, her hands fisting in my hair.

I didn’t stop until she was a quivering mess beneath me. Her body bucked, her nails dragging painful trails along my scalp as she came apart.

I came up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I moved closer to her, positioning my cock at her needy pussy. Then I leaned forward, my cock nudging her. “I’m gonna fill you up, baby.”

I thrust into her, hard and deep. She gasped, a sound that made my balls ache. I set a brutal pace, each thrust meant to claim. Her sounds, her scent, and the feel of her wrapped tightly around me drove me closer to the edge.

She met my every thrust, her cries filling the room, telling me she was close again. That was all I needed. With a few more deep, punishing strokes, I let go, coming hard.

I collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily, the sweat from my brow dripping onto her flushed skin. We lay there entwined, the only sounds our ragged breathing. I rolled off, lying on my back, feeling her shift beside me to rest her head on my chest. The silence stretched between us, a thick blanket that neither of us seemed ready to lift. But then, Delilah’s voice cut through, low and more steady than I expected.

“You’re not forgiven just because I let you come inside me.”

I kissed her stubborn jaw. “I know.”

“You can’t fuck me into submission,” she mumbled, staying nestled against me.

I stroked her hair. “It’s a start.”

She snorted. “That’s not how it works, Santino.”

“Yes, it is. When you claim something with everything you got, it’s yours.”

She was quiet for a long moment, her breath warm against my skin. “You need therapy. Fuck, so do I.”

I shrugged.

Delilah lifted her head, glowering. “It’ll take more than good sex to win me over.”

“Go to sleep, principessa.”

TWENTY-FOUR

DELILAH

The villa’s sprawling vineyards stretched out before me, a sea of green under the warm Italian sun. I wandered down the rows, marveling at the vibrant, lush vines heavy with grapes. The beauty and serenity of the place felt surreal, like stepping into another world. I reached and plucked a grape from the vine, popping it into my mouth. I grimaced.

Definitely not ripe.

I continued my exploration, enjoying the solitude and the sound of the breeze rustling through the leaves. It was a rare moment of peace, away from the chaos that had defined my life lately.

“Enjoying the view?”

I jumped, my heart racing. Santino stood a few feet away.

“Damn it, Santino.”

He smiled, stepping closer. “You scare easily.”

“Maybe that’s because you kidnapped me and are trying to knock me up like I’m a prized mare.”

He paused, inches away. “Is it so wrong to want something permanent with you?”

Was it?

I wasn’t sure how to feel. Part of me longed for stability, someone who cared enough to fight for me, but I hadn’t entered this agreement with Santino expecting a real relationship. There was also the fact that men lied. All the time. Santino had done it several times.

I crossed my arms. “I’m supposed to believe you suddenly care about me? Where were your warm, tender feelings when I begged you for help?”