105. Kidnapped

ANTONIO

I hated to see tears in her eyes, unless she was crying from the pain followed by pleasure by my own hands. “Please, don’t...” She whispered so sweetly, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I held her by the waist. She refused to let me go, and to be honest I fucking loved this clingy side of my wife. She was adorable.

If I could, I’d have spent a week locked in that bedroom, drowning in her. I'd have gorged myself up in her sweet taste without a pause until the hunger had satisfied of the last ten days or bundled her up and took her back to Italy, but there were things I needed to do before that. Our morning haze was broken by Amelia, she had come with her husband, Raphael Wolfe. But unlike him, she had come inside the cottage and knocked on the bedroom door, making it impossible to ignore her and stay in bed.

Now, we all stood outside the cottage and I could feel Raphael’s eyes on me as I bid a short farewell to my little devil. I needed to have a word with Gabriel and