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His mouth claims mine, his tongue thrusting into my mouth like his cock, branding me anew.

“Fuck, Rosa, you’re gripping me so tight.” He withdraws, slamming back into me again and again. “Are you going to come for me again, gorgeous? I want to feel you so tight all around my cock. Be my good fucking girl and come for me.”

I whimper against him, my head pressed against the door.

And one final thrust throws me over the edge.

His entire body tenses over mine. Absolute pleasure consumes his face as he pumps inside me. Everything goes blank as I cling to him as he pushes me straight into another climax.

We’re both breathing hard as Camillo gently kisses my shoulder. He pulls out from me and carefully arranges my clothes before he opens the door.

He calmly ushers me through the kitchen, and fingers laced, he guides me down the hall to the bathroom.

“Camillo.” I grab his arm.

“Shhh. Let me take care of you, Rosa. “

My chest swells with that silly emotion again.Love.

I nod.

“That’s my good girl. Now sit.”

Obediently, I comply, dropping to the small chair in the bathroom as he dampens a flannel.

“If that’s how cooking class with you is going to go every time, I think it’s a good thing you kick me out.”

I can’t help but laugh as he gently drags the cloth over my inner thighs, warmth spreading through my body.

“You have a beautiful laugh. Beautiful everything.” He’s staring at me now. My heart thunders in my chest. Is it that easy to fallin love with someone? To want them to want you that badly? And with the way he’s looking at me, I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything else.

The smile on his face could light up the entire state. And it’s a look that shows me something no one else sees.

CHAPTER 26

CAMILLO

Tugging a tee over my head, the sight of the rumpled sheets and discarded clothing brings a smile to my lips.

Whatever spell Rosa has on me is fully rooted into place, dragging me under each new wave, week by week, day by day. I spend most of my time away from the house, rushing to get back just to get my fill of her. It’s completely out of character for me, but I don’t give a fuck.

Loosely tying my hair back, I can’t help the smile that plays on my lips as I tiptoe to the door.

I pause, lingering just beside it as I listen to any movement outside.

I’m certain my siblings are already dressed and downstairs, but better safe than sorry. My brothers don’t need to know my private business.

The sound of soft chatter fills the hall as I make my way to the kitchen.

It’s nothing unusual now to see Rosa and Ethan sitting alongside my brothers around the table—both of them filling some hole in my heart I didn’t know was there.

As per usual, Ethan’s plate is nearly clean while Rosa continues to pick at her small portion. It’s progress that she even sits and eats with us, but there isn’t a fucking bone in my body that doesn’t want to strangle that man forever—for daring to make her feel less than she is, for damaging someone like her.

I slide into the open spot beside Rosa and give her a quick smile before reaching for the pot of coffee and helping myself to a stack of pancakes.

“Momma, when do I get to have a sleepover with Uncle Millo?” Ethan asks as he licks a bit of whipped cream off his fork.

“You want to have a sleepover?” I ask.