Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“I placed it here right after I moved in.” She gives me an apologetic look. “In case I needed it.” She shrugs as she takes an antiseptic wipe out of the kit. “It was before I knew you wouldn’t hurt me.”
I watch as she gently cleans the cuts on my knuckles, then I glance at her face again. “Thank you.”
There’s a small smile around her lips, but it quickly disappears when she asks, “How are you?”
I give her a puzzled look. “I’m fine.”
Vittoria shakes her head. “How are you with everything that happened? They were your family.”
They? Giving her a questioning look, I ask, “You know about my aunt?”
“Tiny told me while you were out.”
I let out a sigh. “What else did Tiny tell you?”
Her eyes fill with compassion for me. “Just that Big Ricky had to kill her to protect you.”
I shake my head before I admit, “The betrayal hurts.” I step closer to her and rest my palm against her cheek. “But it’s nothing compared to the fear I felt when I discovered you ran away.”
She turns her head and presses a kiss to my palm as she takes hold of my wrist. When she stares up at me, I notice how her eyes soften.
“I love you, Angelo.”
Her confession bathes me in so much light and warmth the world falls away until there’s only us.
Lowering my head, I press my forehead against hers and demand, “Say it again.”
Her lips curve up in a beautiful smile. “I love you.”
With a desperate need to taste her words, my mouth slams against hers. I bring my hands to the sides of her neck, and holding her in place, I kiss her with all the love I feel for her.
My lips feast on hers as my tongue brands hers with hard strokes, and I groan from how good it feels.
Lowering my hands to her hips, I lift her up and set her ass down on the counter. Vittoria opens her legs so I can step between them, and not waiting for an order, she quickly unfastens my belt before pulling down the zipper of my pants.
She shoves the fabric down, and when her fingers wrap around my cock, a satisfied growl rumbles from my chest. My woman lines me up with her soaked opening, and I thrust hard inside her.
“Fuck,” I groan from the intense pleasure of being deep in her pussy. “You feel like home.”
She wraps her hand around the back of my neck and kisses the fuck out of me.
Pulling out, I slam back into her warm body, and as the kiss grows wilder, I fuck her with all my strength. The sound of our skin slapping mixes with Vittoria’s moans and whimpers.
I feel her pussy clench around my cock, and knowing she’s close, I push a hand down between us and rub her clit.
“God,” she gasps against my mouth. “Angelo.”
When her orgasm tears through her, her breaths explode over my lips, and not long after, I find my own release deep inside her.
Our eyes remain locked as we come together, and I feel so fucking connected to her, nothing will ever be able to tear us apart.
Chapter 37
Tori
After convincing Angelo I was really okay, he finally agreed that I was allowed to leave the house before the one week was up.
I’m sitting in the Cathedral on a Saturday, which is out of the norm for me.
Tiny sits beside me, playing a racing game on his phone while my eyes are locked on the confession booth.
I didn’t lie to Angelo about being okay, but I still need to talk to Father Parisi.
As time crawls by, I glance around the Cathedral while thinking about how much my life has changed.
It feels like an entire lifetime has passed since I married Angelo. Besides the incident in Sicily, everything has been perfect.
I lower my head as a smile curves my lips.
Angelo might be a devil when it comes to other people, but with me, he’s an angel. I’ve never felt so loved before.
I hear movement, and lifting my head, I see a parishioner leave the confession booth.
“I’ll be right back,” I say to Tiny as I get up.
“Wait,” he murmurs as he puts his phone away and climbs to his feet. He walks with me to the booth and checks inside before nodding at me. “I’ll be right outside.”
“Thanks, Tiny.” When I step into the booth, I give him a quick smile before shutting the door.
I take a seat on the bench, and making the sign of the cross, I murmur, “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been two months since my last confession.” Taking a deep breath, I whisper, “I doubted my husband and ran from him.”
God, it was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made. I’ll never doubt Angelo again.
I hear Father Parisi move. “You ran from your husband?”