Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
I grip him tighter with my legs, pulling him into me.
He captures my lips with his, swallowing my moans with a kiss so deep it feels as though he's trying to consume my very being. It's an invasion that is at once tender and overwhelming.
When he pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against mine, I see something flicker in the depths of those gray eyes—a vulnerability that he usually shields from the world but lays bare for me.
"Topolina," he breathes—a confession wrapped in a single word. And in this moment, beneath this man who commands worlds but worships at my altar, I know I'm irrevocably lost to him. And perhaps more terrifyingly, he's just as lost to me.
Our movements become frantic as we both chase our climax.
I crack first, falling into a million jagged pieces as he fucks me straight out of this dimension. Waves of pleasure crash over me in relentless strikes.
His thrusts turn erratic as my body clenches around him. When he finally breaks, he falls into his climax with a powerful groan. I feel him releasing deep inside me, and I come apart again, moaning his name.
He collapses on top of me for several long moments before propping himself on his elbows to look at me. His eyes blaze with something more than lust—something dangerously close to adoration. He brushes a sweaty strand of hair from my face, his touch gentle and reverent.
"We're just beginning," he promises in a tone so intense it's both seductive and terrifying.
"Mattia," I whisper, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes as the weight of our situation bears down on me. "Promise me you won't let me break us."
His gaze is unwavering as he pulls me close, his cock still buried inside me. "I swear, Aurelia," he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. "I'll burn the fucking world to ash myself before I let that happen. Ti prometto."
I cling to his promise like a lifeline, praying that I'm able to protect the fragile bond growing between us. Praying the truth doesn't shatter it entirely.
Chapter Seven
Mattia
The moment Aurelia descends the stairs in that black, shimmery dress from the shop, I know I'm fucking doomed. It clings to her thick curves like it was made for her, stopping well above mid-thigh and leaving little to the imagination. The puffy sleeves frame her shoulders, and the top plunges between her full breasts. She looks like a fairy goddess stepping into our world for one night only.
"Jesus Christ," I groan, my dick going rock hard at the sight of her. "You're too beautiful in that dress, cara mia." I stride over to her, pulling her into me by her waist and pressing a hungry kiss on her lips while palming her ass. "I'm supposed to let you leave the house like this?"
"Yes." She smiles up at me, clearly nervous, but excitement lingers in her eyes too. She's been quiet all day, but she's looking forward to this. I won't ruin it for her now.
"Are you ready?" I ask, studying her intently.
She bobs her head, the anxiety in her eyes growing.
I squeeze her hand reassuringly. "Everything will be okay, little mouse. I promise."
"Okay," she whispers.
I kiss her again, and lead her out to the SUV, keeping her tucked against my side. The sky is a riot of oranges, pinks, and reds as the sun slips below the horizon. A hint of rain lingers in the air, masking the usual smells of the city.
I help her into the passenger seat and buckle her in before kissing her again. She smiles up at me sweetly.
"Fucking beautiful," I mutter, making her blush.
As we drive, her curiosity gets the better of her. "Tell me about my brothers," she pleads softly.
"None of them wanted the life they have," I begin, keeping my eyes on the road. "Nico was supposed to take over for Vincent, but he was always meant to do something else with his life. Rafe knew it. Everyone but Vincent knew it. Vincent wasn't going to let him go, though. So Rafe sacrificed his future and agreed to swear the oath to free him. When he did that, Luca and Gabriel made the same sacrifice, determined to keep as much of the family together as possible."
"That's so sad," she whispers.
It's a fucking tragedy. They may have sworn the oaths, but doing it tore them apart. They've only recently begun to find their way back to one another. It's taken a helluva long time and a whole lot of pain to get them there.
"They all hate this life, but they honor the oaths they made because they're determined to keep one another alive. They're honorable men in a world that's forgotten what honor means." I glance at her, seeing her listening intently, soaking up every word. "Gabriel was in a bad accident a few years ago and nearly died. He's struggled since then, but he's finally happy."