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  I was already in so deep.

  But all that logic flew out the window once we were in bed together. I didn’t think about anything else other than the sexy man on top of me, his chiseled physique and sexy muscles covered in sweat. He was the best lover I’d ever had. There was no comparison to the other men who had been in my bed. Even the best one was laughable compared to Bosco Roth.

  I was on my back again, my stomach full with the delicious dinner he’d cooked for me. My thighs hugged his narrow hips, and my ankles were locked together around his waist. With every thrust he made, my tits rose toward my chin before they bounced back again. Without the condom between us, I could feel every groove of his thick cock, even feel the pulsing vein that throbbed as he enjoyed me.

  Most of the time, it seemed like a man couldn’t keep himself together long enough to bring me to orgasm. They finished the race quickly, some embarrassed and others too satisfied to care.

  With Bosco, that was never a problem.

  It was all about me.

  He still hadn’t taken me in any other position; it was always on my back with my tits in his face. His eyes were on me the entire time, watching every expression I made as he fucked me hard one minute, then softly the next.

  Why did the best sex of my life have to be with the cruelest man of my life?

  I’d already come once, a powerful orgasm that made my thighs nearly bruise his hips. His cock hardened noticeably inside me, but he didn’t blow his load. He kept going, his dark gaze on me, burning with arousal.

  “This pussy.” He breathed in my face, all the muscles of his body contracting as he thrust inside me, his tight ass growing thicker with the movement. “Fuck…this pussy.” He sheathed himself to his balls, his length coated in my white cream. He kept driving himself deep inside me, hitting an invisible button that made my body shiver with pleasure.

  I gripped his shoulders as I let him drive me deep into the mattress. This man’s desire for me was the biggest turn-on. He could never get enough of me, always taking me aggressively without caring if I did anything in return. All he wanted was to get his huge cock inside me, to give me his come even though he could have any other woman he wanted.

  But for right now, he just wanted me.

  He was all man, from the muscles in his shoulders to his defined calves. Even his large feet were sexy, covered with cords just like in his forearms. He had rugged hands and chiseled forearms, every inch of his skin vibrating with masculinity.

  No other man had made me feel more like a woman.

  In the unbridled heat of passion, it seemed like we were something much deeper than what we really were. It seemed like I was the only woman in the world who mattered. And it seemed like he was the man I’d been searching for my whole life.

  But once the sex was over, reality would set in once more.

  And I would hate him and fear him all over again.

  I dragged my nails down his back as I hit my trigger. “Fuck…Bosco.” I clung to him harder, taking his big dick in the perfect spot. I’d never felt this full with another man, this slick. It felt so much better without the condom separating us, and the idea of taking his come only turned me on more. “Come inside me… I want all of it. I want to feel your come when I come.” I’d never let a man come inside me before, and now I was addicted to it. I loved seeing it drip into my panties, seeing it slide down my thighs when I stood up because it was so heavy.

  “Yes, Beautiful.” He pressed his face to mine as he thrust into me hard. Outside of sex, he was always the one in charge of calling the shots, but when our naked bodies moved together, he let me make my demands. He got off on pleasing me, like my pleasure was his threshold to a great climax.

  His entire body tensed right before he came, his large arms becoming thicker, and the sweat pouring down the back of his neck. With a few more pumps, he released, his heavy come filling my wet cunt. “Take all of it.” He shoved himself balls deep and released.

  I cried out in his face, having an orgasm even more powerful than the last. My nails nearly cut his skin as they dragged all the way down to his ass. I was so hot, so sweaty, and so out of breath, but I didn’t care. “Bosco…I love it when you fuck me.” I locked my eyes on to his, seeing the same arousal in his eyes.

  He finished with a groan. “I know.” He kissed the corner of my mouth before he smothered me with his embrace. He gave me his mouth and his tongue, taking my mouth aggressively like he hadn’t just had all of me for the past thirty minutes.

  When his cock had softened, he slowly pulled out of me, leaving his seed behind. He rolled over to the spot beside me and lay there, his hand behind his head and his chest shiny with sweat. The glow from the streetlight hit his body, outlining the chiseled grooves of his stomach.

  I lay as I was, his come inside me. I pulled my knees to my chest, feeling the heaviness at a deeper angle.

  He turned his head toward me and watched me. “You really love my come.”

  I was still high from coming twice that night, so I didn’t think twice before the words came out of my mouth. “Yes.” I’d never let a man fuck me without a condom because I’d never been in a monogamous relationship. They were all flings that burned out, not that they ever burned brightly in the first place. I wasn’t in a hurry to settle down and pop out some kids, but I was starting to believe it was unlikely I would ever find Mr. Right. The closest I’d gotten was Bosco—and he was completely wrong for me.

  “There’s plenty more where that came from.” He rested his hand against his stomach and closed his eyes, his hard jaw softening now that he was relaxed. He must have shaved that morning because his jaw was free of stubble. Completely smooth, it showed the masculine lines of his face, his perfect features that defined what masculinity should look like.

  He suddenly stirred from sleep and grabbed his clothes off the floor. He fished out his phone and set it on the nightstand, like he was expecting a call. He pressed a button on the side of his watch, making a black screen appear over the surface. It was a high-tech gadget I’d never seen.

  “What’s that?” I whispered.

  He faced the ceiling again, closing his eyes. “My team can communicate with me if something comes up.”

  “So they’ll be stationed around my apartment until morning?”

  “Not exactly. They’ll be dispersed within a three-mile radius, blending in with the surroundings so it’s not so obvious they’re there. They keep a lookout and notify me of any unusual activity.”

  “Are these the same men in the lobby of your building.”

  “No.”

  He had two dozen men stationed there the entire time, along with a separate crew to escort him everywhere? That was a total of fifty men. I couldn’t wrap my mind around that. Conway was a little famous, and he didn’t even have that. “Is there something you’re afraid of?”

  “No.” He said it without hesitation. “Men try to approach me all the time, beg me for access to the casino, ask for extensions on their membership dues, bullshit like that. Keeps the beggars away. And if anyone even considers fucking with me, they won’t bother when they understand what they’re up against. They say just having an alarm system on your home is enough to stop a burglary—same thing.”

  “So you don’t just let anyone in?” Now I found myself more interested in his life. Perhaps I wasn’t as afraid to ask questions now that I knew the important stuff. I’d thought if I avoided the truth, it would make it easier. But not knowing just made me more uncomfortable.

  “No.” He turned his head toward me, his blue eyes serious.

  “What are the requirements?”

  “A million-dollar annual membership. Criminal background. That’s about it.”

  “Those are pretty big requirements. Why do they have to be a criminal?”

  “Because we don’t want average men sniffing around. Criminals aren’t rats. We won’t sell each other out. Regular men don’t have balls like we do. You say you want a good man to settle
down with and start a family.” He shook his head. “Good men are overrated. They’re pussies because they aren’t brave or strong enough to stand up to anyone and seize greater opportunities. They’re lame and boring. Trust me, that’s not what you want.”

  “You don’t know me well enough to make that statement.”

  He didn’t blink as he stared me down. “I know everything about you.”

  “Not possible.”

  He sat up, propping up his body on his elbow. “I know you’re a tough woman who needs a tough man. I know you’re drop-dead gorgeous but can’t find a man who can handle you. I know you’re smart, sassy, and fearless. You need a man who can complement you in every way—but you haven’t found him. You can walk into any room and have any man you want—but there are no men good enough for you. If that weren’t true, you’d be married. Your problem is you’ve been looking in the wrong place. Men who follow the rules and live a quiet life are boring. You aren’t boring, sweetheart.” He lay down again, his heavy frame tilting the mattress slightly in his direction.

  “I told you not to call me that.” He hadn’t done it in a few weeks, but the name had slipped through again.

  “Why does it bother you so much?” He turned on his side and faced me, his powerful body rippling with his movements. The sheet clung around his waist, hiding his muscled thighs and long length from view.

  “I already said you need to earn the right to call me that—and you never will.”

  “You know I’m always up for a challenge.” He gave me that handsome lopsided grin. “An old boyfriend called you that? Is that why it bothers you?”

  “I already told you I’ve never had a boyfriend.”

  “I know, but sometimes you act like you’ve had your heart broken.”

  “Never.” I’d never been in love. The only time I’d experienced real passion was with a man so wrong for me I judged myself for lying beside him at that very moment.

  “Then who’s earned the right to call you that?” His hand moved to my belly under the sheet, and he gently rubbed me, the same way Griffin rubbed Vanessa’s pregnant stomach.

  “My father.” He’d been calling me that since the day I was born. Carter didn’t get a special nickname, but I did. My father hardly used my first name because the nickname was second nature to him. He was overly protective, and he loved me so much that he couldn’t think straight most of the time. When he saw Griffin get too close to me, he went ballistic.

  It was the first time I’d seen Bosco’s eyes soften. He covered up the reaction quickly, like it never happened in the first place. “Alright. That’s fair.” He scooted closer to me until he was snuggled into my side. He wrapped his powerful arms around me and kept me warm, his thick muscles acting as individual heaters. He pulled my leg over his hip and brought us close together, his face burrowing into my neck.

  I’d never been this intertwined with anyone, my legs and arms all over his hard body, but somehow, it was the most comfortable position I’d ever been in. My arm hooked around his neck, and my face rested against his cheek. With his powerful man tangled around me, there was nothing that could ever hurt me. A group of thugs couldn’t take me, not when he was there to chase off all the hunters who wanted to take me. He had twenty-four men on the streets surrounding my apartment, making sure no one that didn’t belong there could bother either of us. Maybe Bosco was a dangerous man, but having him in my bed made me feel safer than I’d ever been in my life.

  It made no sense—but that didn’t make it untrue.

  A few days had come and gone, but I didn’t hear from Bosco. He’d crashed at my apartment for the weekend, cooking in the kitchen then fucking me in the bedroom. We didn’t talk much, spending most of our time naked and sweaty.

  I was at the shop when my brother called me.

  “What do you want?” I asked, answering the phone like a bratty sister.

  “Hello to you too,” he said sarcastically. “I was hoping you could do me a favor.”

  “Sure. But it’s gonna cost you,” I teased.

  “Mia and I went to Milan for the day so she could pick up her dress. We dropped off Luca at school in the morning and thought we would be back in time to pick him up at the end of the day, but our plane was delayed—”

  “Of course, I’ll pick him up.” I rolled my eyes. “His school is right down the street. I’ll take him to get something to eat, and then we’ll hang out at my place.” Luca had become my nephew, a sweet little boy who was curious about everything. He’d come into my life unexpectedly, but now that he was there, it was hard to imagine life without him.

  “Thanks so much, Carmen. We’ll see you in a few hours.”

  I locked up the shop then walked down the street to Luca’s school. He attended the best private school in the city, something Carter had set up. I moved through the gates, and when the bell rang, Luca came out with his dinosaur backpack. He was initially confused when he didn’t see his mom, but when he saw me, he ran into my arms. “Aunt Carmen!”

  I kneeled down and opened my arms, sweeping him into a big hug. “Hey, Luca. Do you mind if I pick you up today?”

  “No! Where’s my mom, though?” He wore a red t-shirt with stripes and jeans that were a little baggy for his long legs.

  “She and Carter had an errand to run. They’ll pick you up in a few hours.”

  “Okay.” I grabbed his hand, and we started to walk down the sidewalk. “You want to get some lunch?”

  “Yeah,” Luca said. “Ice cream.”

  I raised my eyebrow as I looked down at him. “We both know you don’t get ice cream for lunch. But nice try.”

  He laughed, slightly embarrassed that I’d figured out he was trying to trick me.

  We went to a café, and he got a sandwich and an applesauce. Then we walked home, the afternoon air already cold. The sun set early now that it was winter, so it was already dark halfway home.

  That was when I noticed a strange man walking toward me, dressed in all black and looking suspicious. His eyes were on me, noticing Luca beside me. I’d heard horror stories about people snatching kids, and I’d rather die than let that happen. I held his gaze and kept Luca close beside me, ready to rip both of the man’s eyes out if he tried something. I should have taken a cab, but enjoying Luca’s company distracted me from what was important.

  Before the guy even reached me, another man emerged and stopped in front of him. Dressed in jeans and a black sweater, he was muscular with short hair. He reminded me of one of Bosco’s men, who all possessed the same look. He stared the man down but didn’t make a scene. His look seemed to be enough because the man turned around went back the way he came.

  As if nothing had happened, the man walked away and leaned against the wall, watching me while trying to be discreet about it.

  I crossed the street, my heart still beating fast. Something told me that was one of Bosco’s men, and he had a security team following me around everywhere I went. Initially, I was pissed that he’d breached my privacy like that.

  But then I felt nothing but gratitude.

  Maybe that man wasn’t going to do anything at all. Maybe I was just being paranoid.

  Or maybe he was going to rob me at gunpoint and scar Luca forever.

  Or even worse, he was gonna take Luca away from me.

  Now I would never have to find out.

  We sat at the kitchen table together while Luca completed his homework. He snacked on a plate of sliced apples while he worked on his sheets. Sometimes he asked me for help, and I was relieved I was able to help him. Math had always been my strongest subject, but I would have been embarrassed if I’d forgotten my basic skills.

  A knock sounded on the door. “That must be your mom.” I checked the peephole first before I let them inside. “Hey, guys. How’s it going?”

  Mia hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. “So great. We went to pick up my wedding dress. Conway had a special designer make it for me.”

  “Wow, that was nice. I be
t it’s beautiful.”

  Mia went to Luca at the kitchen table and kissed him on the head. “Hey, sweetheart. Did you have a fun day?”

  Carter came inside next, nearly a foot taller than me. Looking at him made me realize he and Bosco were the same height. Thinking about the dangerous man I was sleeping with suddenly made me feel guilty since Carter would never approve. “Did you see the dress?”

  “No,” he said quickly. “I just took her down there. We had lunch, spent some time together.”

  It was hard to believe my manwhore brother was getting married. He’d never had a girlfriend in his life, and then he met Mia under the worst circumstances, and that changed his life forever.

  “How was Luca?”

  “Great, as usual. We had lunch, and he’s been working on his homework ever since.”

  “He’s a good kid,” Carter said proudly.

  “Very sweet.”

  Carter walked to him and kissed him on the head. “How’s my little man?”

  “Great!” He picked up his math homework. “Aunt Carmen helped me finish it.”

  “That’s awesome.” Carter helped him pack his stuff into his backpack. “Let’s get going. Mom’s gotta get dinner on the table.”

  “Alright.” Luca put on his backpack then walked up to me. “Thanks for picking me up, Aunt Carmen.”

  My heart melted into a puddle for this little boy. He was so sweet, had a heart of gold. I’d always wanted a family of my own, but being around Luca just made me realize how much I needed it. I kneeled down and hugged him tightly, squeezing him against my chest and smelling his hair. My ovaries were practically screaming because I wanted to be a mother even more than I had before. “You’re welcome, Luca.” I finally released him and stood up.

  Mia put her hand on his shoulder and guided him into the hallway.

  Carter lingered behind for a second. “Thanks for picking him up.”