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“And I’ll do it, Alicia. You know I will.”

She shook her head. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

He opened his mouth to protest but she cut him off saying, “Iwon’task you to do that.”

He took a deep breath, then nodded slowly. He understood where she was coming from. She wanted to protect him as much as he wanted to protect her. She didn’t want him putting himself in more danger than absolutely necessary.

“What about Rome? He’d make a convincing baby daddy, and we can trust him,” Alicia said, a glimmer of hope shining in her eyes.

Marco shook his head. “We can’t put him through that.”

“Let’s at least ask him,” she said, lips trembling. “Maybe he wants a beard?”

“You’re not gonna be anyone’s beard,” he snapped.

His sister was too damned good for that bullshit.

“Maybe…” Alicia trailed off, eyes going unseeing for a moment. “Maybe we can just imply that Rome is the father. That way we’re both safe?”

“I’ll ask him.”

“Thank you,” she said, squeezing his hands.

She didn’t have to thank him. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. He would do whatever it took to keep his little family safe.

Chapter Eight

Neil

MARCO ON his hands and knees in front of him was a sight to behold. The man was sexy as all hell. Every time Marco gave himself over to him like this he felt like he had to be dreaming. He loved when Marco fucked him but being inside the man was so damn special.

He drove his cock into Marco’s tight ass, fingers digging into the man’s waist as he jerked him back onto his cock with each thrust. Marco was moaning Neil’s name, the sound exquisite to his ears. He loved that he could get such sinful sounds out of his man.

He pulled Marco up with a hand on his chest and Marco arched his back, making them both groan.

“Cazzo,” Marco gasped, fingers digging into Neil’s waist.

He knew when Marco was close to losing it because the Italian always came out and he loved it. He loved how Marco’s eyes darkened when Neil was the one talking to him in Italian. It was the only time they did that. Spoke Italian. Marco did with his men, but he seemed to prefer using English. Just not in bed.

He whispered sweet nothings into Marco’s ear then ran his teeth along the shell of his ear, hand wrapping around Marco’s thick cock. Marco shivered against him, his moans getting louder.

“I want your come inside me,” Marco said, voice husky and so fucking sexy. “And I want to come in your mouth, so you better get there fast before I blow my load.”

“Fuck,” he hissed, slamming harder into Marco, chasing his orgasm with abandon.

“That’s it,” Marco said with a gasp.

Pleasure spread through his body, leaving him gasping for breath as he filled Marco with his come. It had him feeling almost high, knowing that a man like Marco, one so powerful and dangerous, was letting him come inside him and he wanted to make sure Marco got to feel it too.

He pulled out and pushed Marco onto his back so he could get to his cock. It was rock-hard and just waiting for him. He bent down and wrapped his lips around that thick cock, taking it straight to the back of his throat and swallowed around it. He sucked Marco’s cock, one hand stroking the base while the other found his balls.

“Sei il mio,” Marco gasped out.

Oh, he was Marco’s alright. The man fucking owned him. Body. Soul. Heart. They were all Marco’s.

Marco came down his throat, hot come flooding his mouth. He swallowed every drop, moaning the whole time. Marco was cursing in Italian, and it was sweet music to his ears. It meant that he’d succeeded in driving the man as crazy as Marco drove him.

When he pulled off Marco, he crawled up the bed to lie down next to him.