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Renzo ran a rough thumb over her
throat, up her chin, and stopped at her lips. The rest of his hand
extended over her jaw, and her breath, along with her heartbeat,
increased its rate. He was a master, one at whose mercy she enjoyed
being. “I was not done with you.”


I—”

He curved a hand around her hip,
over her ass, and pushed it between her legs from behind. His
fingertips touched her pussy opening, and she shivered. “Creamy
wet, just like I like you.”

She had a moment of offense
thinking that’s all he wanted from her, just endless sex, but
she dismissed the thoughts. She wanted the same. The difference was
she had trouble keeping her heart out of it. Jada took mental
responsibility and squeezed his shoulder. “I want it, and I’m
ready. Put it in me.”

He smirked, but he didn’t
hesitate. He raised her hips and brought her down. She arched, and
without much guidance, his big dick slid easily up her channel. This
time she couldn’t hold back the cry. Her lashes fluttered low,
and she called out his name. To her surprise, Renzo stilled.


Did I hurt you?”

She blinked at him. “Of
course not. Why did you stop?”


The baby…”


The baby is fine.”
She wiggled her hips, driving him deeper, and arched so his cock slid
out a little way. Reaching behind her, she found his balls and gave
them a gentle stroke before she came down hard on his shaft. “Yes!
We liked it like this, rough and so good, Renzo.”

His hold tightened. “We
will be gentle and take it slow.”

He didn’t give her the
chance to complain. His hips, grinding slowly into hers, his hand at
her lower back guiding her into a controlled rhythm, stole the
ability to do anything other than feel. Jada shut her eyes and sagged
against Renzo. She concentrated on the sensation of how he filled
her, withdrew and filled her again. He ran his other hand up her back
and cupped the base of her head. She listened to his whispered words
in Italian, not knowing the meaning but lost in the seductive flow
all the same. Her clit swelled, and the way Renzo entered her, he
brushed her g-spot over and over. An orgasm began to build inside her
core.


R-Renzo,” she
stuttered.


Sei mia
,”
he responded.

She trembled and screamed through
her climax. Renzo crushed her to him with an arm around her waist and
a flat palm over her ass. He raised and lowered her on his cock
nonstop. Their lips met, but they didn’t kiss. Desperation to
be consumed by this man rose in her belly. She struggled to catch her
breath. Her name fell from his lips while they still pressed to hers.
He grunted and froze, and then she felt it, his hot seed spilling
inside. Tears wet the corners of her eyes, but she blinked them away
and scrubbed the evidence behind his head.

When he was done, Renzo leaned
her away and studied her face. Jada tilted her head to the side,
offering him a smirk. “Do you think that’s enough for
me?”

He rose up, carrying her with
him. “Not at all. That was the beginning. I fully intend to
possess your body all night long, and then you will rest as late as
necessary in the morning.”


Renzo.”

He set her on her feet long
enough to dry her with an oversize towel. Then he dried himself and
raised her into his arms. All Jada’s protests fell on deaf ears
until he got to the bedroom and laid her on sheets already turned
down. How many nights had he tossed her there and brought his heavy
bulk down as if he would crush her? She’d loved every minute of
it. Tonight, he seemed determined to treat her like glass, and that
was hot too.

She ran a hand over his chest,
luxuriating in the solid muscle. For a moment, their gazes locked,
and she expended extra effort to hide the emotions she knew lurked in
her heart for him. He didn’t need to know how she really felt.
Let him think it was all about the lust that burned up her flesh and
set her pulse racing. Sure, she wanted him—like no other man in
existence. Her lips ached to touch his body, her tongue to taste his
hot skin.

She rolled over and pushed him to
his back to straddle his hips. Leaning down, she stuck her tongue out
and almost rejoiced in the salty goodness of his chest. A trail over
one flat nipple brought shudders beneath her. She grinned at him and
brought her teeth down to nip the small peak. Renzo growled.


What do you think you’re
doing?” he asked in a voice hardly more than a rumble.

She played some more. “I
know what you like.”


You think so?”

She sat up and pursed her lips.
“I
know
so.” Shifting her hips back, she bumped his cock with her ass
and wasn’t surprised that he was still rock hard. Renzo usually
held his first orgasm until she’d come at least three times.
The man had insane control over his body. Just once she wanted to
wrestle it from him and make him bow before her.

Jada stretched a hand behind her
and skimmed fingers over his cock. The tool twitched beneath her
touch, but she continued on until she reached his ball sac. First she
massaged them in her palm and then fingered the sensitive space of
skin at their base. Air hissed between Renzo’s teeth, and she
dared to believe she had him where she wanted him. Just when she
would have taken his cock into her hold, Renzo rolled her to her
back. He pinned her to the bed with a heavy thigh tossed across hers.
His positioning didn’t allow her to open her legs very much,
but still he pushed a hand between them to cup her pussy. A shout of
pleasure refused to be held in, and she glared at him.


You were saying,
cara
?”
He pinched her clit, and a second orgasm raged through her body.


Bastard,” she
moaned, squirming against his stroking fingers. Her come flowed, and
she pushed at his hand, but Renzo would not be put off. He bent over
her and captured her lips. She had no choice—or desire—but
to open to him and curl her tongue with his. They devoured each
other, she digging her nails in his arms, dragging him closer. He
planted hungry kisses down her throat to the valley between her
breasts. When she arched her back, he found her nipple. Just as she’d
done to him, he bit down, only hard enough to entice. She gasped, and
he stopped cold once again.


Did I hurt you?”

At first Jada was confused. He’d
bitten her and sucked hard enough to cause a sting in the past. Then
she remembered. “No, it wasn’t too much.”

He hesitated. “I have to
learn to pleasure you all over again, in a gentler way.”

She stared at him. Her blood
thundered in her ears. He had to learn? He was willing to? She
swallowed, trying to contain her rising emotions. “Um, that’s
not necessary. We shouldn’t…”

Renzo moved off of her. “I
shouldn’t have been so fast to make love to you, especially
when you’ve just arrived. Get some rest.”


What?”

Just like that, he kissed her
forehead and rose. She watched in confusion as he walked to the
bathroom, retrieved his clothes, and began to dress.


You’re not seriously
going to walk out now, are you?”

He paused near the door and
turned to face her. When his gaze swept her naked body from head to
toe, she clutched the sheets, not nearly satisfied.


Make no mistake, Jada. I
will have you,
all of
you
, again and again,
but first you rest.”


I can’t believe you.
Renzo…”

He shut the door quietly behind
him as he left, and she threw a pillow, wishing it was a brick and
that it had cracked him in the head. Who did he think he was? Against
her better judgment she’d let him in and jumped him as soon as
he’d settled into the bathtub. He had promised to take her all
night, and she’d not put up a fuss. Then he just called it all
off because she was pregnant?


Jerk,” she screamed
into a second pillow and shut her eyes. Well tomorrow would be
different. She’d have the conversation with him that he wanted
and then fly home. The fact that he was richer than anyone needed to
be didn’t sit right with her. What she had to do was convince
him the baby would be better off without his interference in his or
her life, because the alternative did not bear even considering.

Chapter
Three

Ettore studied his shoes while he
stretched out on the couch in Renzo’s office, hands folded
behind his head. Renzo raised an eyebrow at his younger brother, but
as usual, Ettore ignored him.


Was there something you
needed, Ettore?”

His brother grinned. “Oh
nothing. Just wondering if you’re really going to keep that
woman here.”


That
woman happens to be the mother of my baby,” Renzo ground out.

Ettore remained silent for a few
moments. “Wow, what happened in our homeland that made you like
this?”

Renzo sat down at his desk and
shuffled through some papers. He hitched his shoulders and rolled his
head. Still the tension didn’t ease. “I don’t know
what you mean.”

Ettore sat up. “Don’t
you? I’ve never seen you so trusting, so ready to believe
whatever a woman tells you. I’m not saying she’s lying—”


I’m glad for your
sake you’re not saying that.”


Come on, you have to
admit, big brother, you’re behaving differently with her. You
came home and didn’t say a thing to the rest of us about her.
Never even heard her name. On top of that, you’re always
careful. Since you’re not tossing her out on her pretty little
ass, I’m thinking you weren’t this time. So, I have to
assume this is unusual. Aside from that, you know Uncle won’t
like it.”


I don’t give a damn
if he doesn’t. As a matter of fact, he gave me an earful last
night about what he thinks of Jada. I informed him, as I’m
telling you, stay out of my personal affairs.”

Ettore had never backed down from
him despite their age difference of ten years, and he didn’t
this time either. His brother stood and walked over to his desk to
lean heavy hands on it. “What you do affects us all, Renzo—in
business and in your personal life.”

Renzo grunted. What his brother
said was true. He maintained controlling interest in the family
business, including all of their extensive holdings, from wine to
beer. If he had a child, that interest would fall to his heir. If
anything happened to him prior to having a baby, then it would fall
to Ettore. Uncle Gianni had always exercised influence with Ettore,
and if Renzo wasn’t around, he had no doubt his uncle would
find a way to take Ettore’s inheritance. Renzo kept hoping with
a bit more age, his brother would settle down. Unfortunately, up
until now, Ettore considered him a rival. Nothing Renzo had attempted
so far had worked to win his brother over to his side.

He had to admit he’d been
deliberately lax with Jada, but he also knew she’d fallen in
love with him. He had decided to give her some time before he sought
her out again, but she’d taken him completely by surprise
showing up on his doorstep. Her actions let him know without a doubt
that she was the one. Now that she was here, he had no intention of
letting her go.


If there’s nothing
else,” Renzo informed his brother, “I have to meet with a
client. I’ll be out of the house a few hours. I expect Jada to
be treated with the respect and care she deserves.”

Ettore shoved his hands into his
pockets and turned toward the door with a grin on his face. “I’m
sure she and Nicoletta will be best friends before the day is out.”

Renzo bit off the expletive he’d
been about to utter. He and Ettore both knew Nicoletta would never
accept Jada. The woman made no secret about the fact that she wanted
him as a husband. His father and hers went back to childhood as
friends, and that made her almost a member of the family. She would
always have a place at his table if she wanted it, but she would
never be his wife. The problem was he had always allowed her her
fantasies. He needed to be plain, and right now might be as good a
time as any.

Renzo checked his watch. He had a
little time before his appointment. Being an early riser, Nicoletta
would probably be just finishing with breakfast. She’d spent
the weekend at his house because her family home lay two hours away.
He left his office in search of her. As he strolled down the hall,
music reached him from the intercom that connected each room in the
house. His mother enjoyed soothing classical pieces when she baked
with the cook. Hearing her raised voice in annoyance made him shake
his head, and he took an alternate route to the sunroom to avoid
passing the kitchen. The elevator motor started up, and he wondered
who would be using it since only his mother bothered with the
contraption.

When he reached his destination,
he paused and scanned the room. The doors on the opposite side had
been left open, and a warm breeze swept the interior. He crossed to
them and peered outside. Nicoletta stood with sheers and a basket
pruning flowers in the garden. He approached her. “Nicoletta,
bion giorno
.”

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