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Twenty Five
It started with a kiss. His mouth enveloped mine softly, as he let me revel in its softness, the slight demand of his lips as he teased mine with the tip of his tongue.
His kisses were insidious, seeping into every fibre of my being.
I parted my lips, and his tounge entered my mouth deftly in one stroke, tasting me with a sensual roughness.
"Tell me if it gets too much." He ordered softly.
I could only hum in response.
He trailed kisses up my jaw, then down, stopping just short of my cleavage, nipping slightly.
I clawed at his back. "Take off your shirt."
He took my lips again, pla
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Mariano Twenty Six
I woke up in the middle of the night to an empty bed. Mariano's side of the bed was cold, as if he'd been gone for hours.His phone was lying on the bedside table, along with the book he was reading.I noticed that our clothes were still carelessly strewn all over the place, and picked them all up, dressing myself in Mariano's white shirt.The clock struck three suddenly, and there was the sound of muttered Italian phrases from the balcony adjoining Mariano's room.I padded over to him. The sky was dark, with almost no stars, and Mariano sat on a swinging chair, smoking. He had a swinging chair. I giggled to myself. Only 60 year olds have swinging chairs."Hi." I whispered, and
Mariano Twenty Seven
Nora made me try on a hundred different dresses. I tried black, orange, pink, blue, even yellow.It was kind of pathetic how a woman who lived in Italy knew more stores for shopping here than I did.We reached home and she started on dinner.What the fuck happened to getting tired?I offered to help, but she waved me off, wanting to cook for her sons herself.I was talking to Landon on the phone in Mariano's room when he came back."Hi." I told him.He smiled and pointed to the phone. "It's Landon." I whispered. "I'll be with you in a sec."
Mariano Twenty Eight
"I read somewhere that men become inconsiderate after sex." Felicia told me, as she pretended to write notes while our Proffessor Righton lectured about the Romantic Era."Miss Reese? Miss Forte?" Righton called. "What is so vital as to be discussed in the middle of my lecture?""We're discussing..err..Shakespeare, sir!" Fel answered."In the Romantic Era?""Yes. He was very romantic, sir, don't you think? Those eyes that Love's own hand did make?" She grinned. Righton didn't look impressed."Meet me after class." He ordered."Motherfucker." Felicia murmured under her breath, then turned back to me.
Mariano Twenty Nine
"I want you." Mariano's eyes darkened."Right now?""Yes. I always want you. I burn for you, Bella.""This dress isn't very flexible. What if it tears?"He growled impatiently. "Let's just skip this thing."I giggled. "But its important." I admonished.He sighed, then his eyes lit up, fixing on me. "Lift your dress." He ordered. "Spread your legs."I gaped at him. "It will get all crumpled.""I don't care.""I do!" I whined. "I want to look good on my first mafia outing."
Mariano Thirty
I excused myself to the ladies' room, touching up on my makeup, fixing my hair.A woman had followed in right after me. I remembered Mariano introducing her as Firia, someone's daughter.She applied her lipstick in the mirror as I checked to see if I looked okay."You think he's gonna fall in love you?" She questioned snarkly, turning to me. I gave her a blank look. "Do you know that he likes to hurt girls in bed?"No. I wouldn't let her do that to us."I was engaged to him two years ago." She said. Oh? "I'm sure he didn't tell you that.""You're lying." I pronounced."You're a lit
Mariano Bonus Chapter
Mariano POVBella. Bella. Bella.My Bella.My Bella shimmied around the kitchen in my shirt, beating up eggs, tossing bacon on the pan, brewing coffee.My woman was making me breakfast. I couldn't be happier.Jesus, Firia had been right. Maybe I was part Neanderthal."Hey." I wrapped an arm around my Bella, pulling her close, nuzzling her neck."Hi." She replied. "Will omelettes do?"She could feed me burnt bread with an octopus and I wouldn't give a fuck, because she had made it.Maybe not the octopus. Nope.
Mariano Thirty One
Mariano answered my call at the first ring."Bella?""Hey.""Hey. I'm sorry. Am I forgiven?""Yes." I answered. I felt tears build up at the sound of his voice. I fucking hated that I could cry so easily. That I forgave him like this. "Am I?"God, I was so easy. I felt pathetic. Just forgiving him like this. He was in the wrong here. I should have not made this so easy for him."Why are you apologising? You have done nothing wrong.""I was too dramatic. I overreacted.""It's okay, Bella."
Mariano Thirty Two
I had planned to watch the intervention from upstairs. I was still wearing Mariano's shirt, watching as Jace Ivankshov and Mariano conversed in a language that definitely wasn't Italian.Emilio leaned against a wall, looking bored out of his mind.Jace Ivankshov didn't look like a mafioso at all. He was wearing a dark blue collared shirt with a minions pattern on it, light wash jeans, and yellow, yes, yellow, sneakers.I giggled silently at his appearance.But the look on his face as he waspishly argued with my boyfriend chilled me to the bone.I decided to go back, because nothing interesting seemed to be happening. They were just talking and I couldn't hear most of it. So I turned
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