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He smiled hard enough for his dimples to be out on display. "Perfect." His hand slipped from my chin to my throat, his thumb touching the exact spot beneath which my pulse fluttered. "If you make me wait any longer," I warned, "I'll lose my—"Stefano's lips came crashing down on mine before I could even get the words out and the kiss was everything I'd been dying for. The urgency crashed over me like a wave but there was nothing I could do. Stefano thrived on control, especially personally. Especially with me. Our lips moved in sync to a perfect, unknown rhythm and my body ached for him. Every inch of my skin was ignited by his touch and I couldn't help but think back to the first and last time we did this. Sex with Stefano was un-fucking-real. So much so that I was hungover on it for the past year. I couldn't count the number of times I'd caught myself thinking about it. Well, now I'm reliving it. Instead of guiding me toward the couch, he steered me away and into the kitchen, a

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Stefano's POVCamiella was every fucking sin wrapped into one; she was the finest form of temptation and I gave in... I always would. Every little gasp, every little moan coming out of her only turned me on more, and I hadn't even put my mouth on her yet. I placed a final kiss on her inner thigh before pulling away, chuckling softly at her irritable groan as she looked at me, impatience etched onto her face. "Don't you think you're coming undone a bit too fast?" I mused. "I haven't had sex with a man in a year, Mr. Castro. Can you blame me?" I lifted a brow at her. "I could have," she challenged, lifting her brows at me with a devilish glimmer in her eyes. "I could have let another man touch me, put his hands on me, kiss me... even put his mouth on me. But I—" "You're cutting it very close to being punished," I warned. Her eyes narrowed. "But it's fine when you do it," she said. "Do you want me or not?" I asked. She exhaled softly, throwing her head back. A second later, she m

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I shook my head, a grin threatening to show. "I give orders around here, Camiella. Lay back and touch yourself," I demanded, "I want to watch." She shrugged, laying down. "Just remember, once I do that, I won't stop on your account. I won't stop until I come." My eyes narrowed and she cracked a smile. "Still want to watch?" A sigh escaped me. "You're fatal," I told her. She grinned at me. "Please," she begged after that. "I'm being good, aren't I? Just... let me come." I nodded faintly. "Then tell me how you like it." "You know exactly how I like it." "Tell me anyway." "Only the way you do it," she said, holding my gaze. "I'm begging you, please." "Fuck," I whispered under my breath. "I don't understand what you do to me but it's maddening," I said before putting my mouth on her once again, this time, kissing harder than before, my tongue stroking her as I sucked a little harder, drawing every minute out until she was ravished. If there was anything in this world that had t

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Camiella's POVI'd spent a long time wondering what it would be like to become the one person in this world Stefano Castro gave a fuck about, the one person he would give his all to. Not only did I become that person, but I also became the person he loved. I'm sure the giddy grin on my face told him just how happy I was to hear him say it. "You have no idea how many times I've imagined you saying that to me," I admitted, pulling him in closer. "And you have no idea how many times I've imagined myself saying it back. I love you," I whispered. He held my gaze, smiling helplessly as he briefly dropped his head to my shoulder and pressed a kiss there before drawing back to meet my eyes. "I thought you would tell me it's too soon." "Because it's only been a month since we got married?" I guessed. He nodded, propping himself onto his elbow and lifting a hand to brush my hair back, tucking it behind my ear. "I had that thought but it was fleeting. I think you've wanted me far longer tha

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That's what Stefano always did to me. He made me ignite. He set me on fire and it was so good that I constantly craved his touch, constantly craved him. I barely felt my arms coming up to go around him but he drew back and caught the belt before I even touched him. He pinned them back down with force, looking down at me. "Careful, my darling. Or else I'll have to show you that spanking really is punishment." I let out a tiny chuckle as he placed kisses on every inch of my skin, down my collarbones, and to my chest, stopping briefly to tease my breasts before coming back up to drown out my moans and gasps. A groan of annoyance escaped me as his fingers stopped working on me and he broke the kiss. "Tell me if you change your mind at any point, okay? And tell me what you like," he said softly. I nodded slowly. "Tell me if it hurts," he whispered, his eyes dropping to my lips. "I'm not a virgin again," I reminded him. "I think I want this more than you. I mean... can't you tell?"

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Stefano's POV"Stop it," she laughed, swatting my hand off her thigh for the third time as we lay in bed together. "I'm not doing anything," I argued. "It tickles," she mumbled quietly, dropping her head on my chest once again and draping an arm across my torso. I picked it up, bringing her palm up, and drew tiny circles using my thumb before placing a quick kiss on her wrist. "Since when do you like kissing my wrist?" she asked, staring at me. "I kiss your pulse," I told her. "It's as close as I can get to kissing your heart." Her brows furrowed. "Stefano... are you okay?" She began sitting up but I pulled her back in with a laugh and put an arm around her waist. "That was a bit too much," I agreed. She cracked a laugh, fiddling with the hem of my shirt. We stayed in comfortable silence for a while until I felt the hesitation creeping up and radiating off of her. "Can I ask you something?" she asked without lifting her eyes to meet mine. "Of course," I replied, pulling all h

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Camiella's POVAn empty bed was the last thing I wanted to wake up to the next morning, so when I opened my eyes and found one side of the bed with nothing but a mess of pillows and covers, I was disappointed, to say the least. That was until I realized that my side of the bed was empty and I was so far on Stefano's side with him right there, holding me. Last night almost felt like a dream and I had to remind myself that it wasn't, that everything really happened, that we said we loved each other.Stefano's arm tightened around me from behind as he felt me shift but loosened when he realized I was only rolling over. I almost felt bad when I peeked past him and saw one of his legs hanging off the huge king-sized bed. I guess king size isn't big enough. Slowly and cautiously, I scooted back on the bed, giving him the room he needed while peeking at him, trying not to wake him up. Grabbing a hold of his t-shirt, I tugged him forward and he sleepily rolled over, throwing an arm around

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Stefano's POVLater that same day, Camiella called her father to the penthouse, asking to meet him for something urgent but at that moment, as we sat in the living room, finally sitting down for this conversation, I could sense that Camiella got cold feet. She glanced at me with distinct desperation in her eyes. "What's wrong, Camiella?" Mr. Rodriguez asked, clearly concerned for his daughter. I paused before asking the question bluntly. "Did you know it was Scott coming after Camiella again?" "It's Scott?" he asked, his brows shooting up as he feigned surprise. "Dad," Camiella sighed, "please don't pretend. You knew, didn't you?" "Mia cara, if I knew, I would tell you right away." "But you didn't," she replied knowingly. He paused for a minute before sighing in defeat. "You knew it was Scott coming after her again," I said, "so why didn't you warn her? Or tell me?" "I couldn't," he said quietly, "I couldn't risk him coming after me again. There are other people at risk if he

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Camiella's POVWithin the next two days, Stefano had booked everything necessary for us in Italy and the city he chose was what I least expected. "Verona?" I asked in surprise, "we're going to Verona?" "Yes," he said, glancing at me as he folded my clothes and packed my suitcase after checking it one final time before we left for the flight. "Where else would I take you? Rome? Naples? Milan? All the typical places that overflow with crowds and tourists?" "Oh, and Verona doesn't?" I asked sarcastically. "Verona is full of Romeo and Juliet fans at every corner, the entire city is known for it." "Aren't you a Romeo and Juliet fan?" he asked knowingly. My eyes narrowed at him and he let out a chuckle, "You have three copies of it on your shelf." I glanced at the bookshelf in the corner of the room. "You're awfully observant," I muttered. "You know, my Mom's from Naples," I told him. "Even better. No one will ever track us down or recognize us in Verona." I chuckled softly and then

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We reached the second floor and Stefano set the suitcases down, glancing at the statue before unlocking the door. "You know fairly little about Verona considering you're a Romeo and Juliet fan," he teased, "but yes, it is supposed to be Juliet. Do you know what they say about that statue?" I sighed in realization, leaning against the wall and staring at the sculpture and it finally hit me where we were. "That you hold her boob and make a wish." He laughed openly, which was extremely rare for Stefano, and then nodded. "Precisely that. Want to try?" "No, I'd rather not hold a metal boob, thanks," I chuckled, watching him. "Does that mean we're staying at Juliet House? I thought that was a bed and breakfast hotel." "It is," he confirmed. "But you said you're renting it out," I pointed out, turning to him as he shut the door and locked it behind us, scratching the back of his neck and avoiding my gaze for a while. "Stefano," I said warily and his eyes met mine. "Is this apartment you

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