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Not that it mattered.

This was fucking worth it.

So worth it.

The thick head of his cock lined up to the slit of her sex, and Lucia’s thoughts drifted away. She locked gazes with him again, and he grinned in that way of his before dropping another kiss to her mouth. His forehead pressed against hers as his hand came up to circle her throat. He grabbed just tight enough to make her gasp, and then his hips flexed forward.

It took one fucking thrust to stretch her open, and fill her full. She swore he hit every fucking nerve ending she had sliding in until he was balls-deep, and she was shaking.

He dropped another kiss to her lips, then. And then pulled out before slamming right back into her. Her shoulders dragged along the edge of the pool, scratching and stinging. She didn’t even care.

Not when she had his hand on her throat, his mouth working against hers, and his cock driving into her at a pace fast enough to make her want to scream.

Already, she was going to come.

Already, she was losing control.

“Fucking come,” he demanded, his tone husky and rough when he finally pulled away from her kiss. “Let me have it—it’s all mine, Lucia.”

It was.

Only he ever made her feel this way.

The bliss came crashing down only when he leaned in close again, and bit her lip. The shock of pain mixed with her bliss, and she couldn’t even remember her own name for a second. Sparks lit up behind her eyes, and heat shot through her body. He quieted her cries with another bruising kiss.

Two deep thrusts of his cock, and she felt him shudder as he emptied inside her pussy. The thick moan that rumbled from his mouth against her own, and the feeling of his cock jerking inside her was enough to make her peak again; to make her crazed again.

She’d ask for more, but she didn’t think she could talk.

• • •

Lucia tightened the blanket around her shoulders, and leaned forward on the chair to peer out the window again. She left the curtains closed with just a small slate that she could use to see outside. It was enough. She’d tried to sleep … but something just didn’t feel right. She wasn’t sure what it was, but after they got out of the pool and came inside to get dry and warm, the uneasy feeling wouldn’t leave her alone no matter what she did.

Like a heavy weight on her heart, it kept her awake.

And anxious as hell.

Peering out into the darkness, she found the sign for the hotel was still turned off like it had been for hours. The parking lot was still empty, and down the way, she could see just fine that the office was dark. She didn’t have any reason to feel like she did … except it just wouldn’t leave her alone.

Maybe that was the Marcello in her.

When something felt off, it was.

Wasn’t that what her dad always told her?

Lucia blinked as thoughts of her father filled her mind. It wasn’t lost on her that since taking off from New York, her father had only come to her mind a handful of times, and usually, the only thing she felt when she thought of him was the anger and resentment she still harbored in her heart over the things he had done.

Right then, though, she wasn’t sure what she felt. Something heavy on her shoulders, definitely, but also something thick in her throat, too. She refused to think on it for long—she couldn’t.

Resting back in the chair, Lucia settled on not watching the outside for the moment. If she couldn’t sleep, then she didn’t need to make her paranoia worse by waiting for something that she wasn’t even sure was happening. Instead, she settled on watching the figures sleeping soundly on the bed without her.

Diego had tucked in close to his brother’s back under the blankets. Renzo had been turned toward Lucia, and even after she slipped out of the bed, he still stayed facing her in his sleep.

It didn’t matter what she felt about her father or family, she decided.

She was still right where she wanted to be. And she needed to be here—who else was going to watch Renzo’s back? He only had her to do that, after all.

Lucia was going to keep doing it.