Was there a part that bored or that you didn't really like in the book?

Even a character, a scene, or anything. You could say no if nothing bothered you.

Which was the part you liked most in the book?

Even a character, a scene, or anything that you enjoyed.

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• A cruel father/brother/fiancé

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• From enemies to lovers
• From captor/protector to lovers

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Sienna

One Month Later…

I lie stretched out across the center of our massive bed as I stare down at my phone screen. On it is a freshly sent picture of my friend May’s little boy. A soft smile tugs at my lips as I zoom in on his chubby cheeks. He’s getting so much bigger, and honestly, more handsome by the day.

Lately, I’ve found my mind drifting down this exact path more and more frequently. Ever since the chaos settled and a beautiful, peaceful routine took over our lives, I’ve been thinking about kids. A little boy with Alessandro’s dark, striking eyes, or a little girl with his fiercely protective streak. I’ve always wanted a family of my own—a real one, built on love.

The sudden click of the bathroom door snapping open cuts through my thoughts.

My gaze flickers upward, and the breath catches completely in my throat. Alessandro walks out into the bedroom, completely naked, droplets of water still glistening against the toned, scarred expanse of his chest and abs. He’s effortlessly running a towel through his damp hair, looking like an absolute god.

My fingers go slack. My phone slips right out of my hand, bouncing uselessly onto the thick duvet.

Alessandro notices, a slow, incredibly wicked smirk spreading across his handsome face as he catches me staring. He tosses the towel carelessly onto a nearby chair and strides toward the bed with a predatory, deliberate grace.

“Like what you see, wife?” he rumbles, his voice deep and raspy from sleep.

Before I can even mount a playful defense, he climbs onto the mattress, his heavy, muscular frame looming over mine. The intoxicating scent of his cedarwood soap and clean skin completely envelops me. He leans down, pinning my wrists gently to the mattress, and brings his lips to mine, kissing me with a deep, breathless hunger that instantly makes me forget all about the rest of the world.

I give in completely, returning his energy with a vigor that matches his own, my fingers tangling into his damp hair to pull him closer.

As his lips move fiercely against mine, his hands slide down my body, effortlessly pulling my night dress over my head and tossing it somewhere into the dark room. He instantly cups my breasts, his large palms warm against my skin as he bursts his thumb across the sensitive peak. A breathless gasp escapes me, and he immediately pulls away from my lips to drop his head lower. He takes the other breast in his hand, his mouth sliding down to suck my nipple, sending a sharp wave of heat straight to my core.

Losing myself in the sensation, I reach down between our bodies, my fingers wrapping firmly around his hard cock.

Alessandro lets out a deep, guttural groan straight into my skin at the touch, his body shuddering above mine. He pulls back just enough to look down at me through the shadows, his eyes dark with pure, untamed hunger, his chest heaving.

“I want to be inside you, Sienna,” he rasps, his voice rough and thick with absolute desperation. “I need you right now.”

I spread my legs wide open in invitation, the dark heat of the room intensifying as I look up at him. At the sight, another deep, primal groan rips from Alessandro’s chest. But instead of pushing inside me right away, he pulls back, shifting his weight down the mattress.

He lowers his head between my thighs, his warm breath hitting my sensitive skin a split second before his tongue makes contact. He begins to lick me, finding my sweetest spot with an agonizingly perfect rhythm.

A loud scream escapes my lips, echoing into the quiet room. I arch my back off the mattress, my fingers clawing into the bedsheets for anchor as the sheer intensity of the pleasure takes over. He doesn’t slow down for a second; he just licks and licks, his hands gripping my hips tightly to hold me still while his tongue drives me completely wild, pushing me closer and closer to the very edge of the cliff.

Then he pulls away, reaching blindly through the dark for the handle of the nightstand drawer. His fingers wrap around a condom packet, the plastic crinkling loudly in the quiet room. I stopped the pill a month ago because of a hormonal issue and since then we’ve been using condoms every time.

But before he can tear it open, I shake my head, reaching up to gently take the packet from his hand. I toss it right back onto the nightstand, letting it drop into the shadows.

Alessandro pauses, his entire body freezing above me as he looks down into my eyes, trying to read my expression in the dim light.

“Sienna,” he asks, his voice low, a trace of confusion mixing with his heavy breathing. “What are you doing?”

I look straight up at him, my hands moving to rest flat against his racing heart. “Alessandro… we’re married. I want more. I want a baby. Don’t you want a family with me?”

The fierce, intense mask on his face completely collapses, and for a split second, he looks entirely vulnerable. Then, a massive wave of relief washes over his features. He instantly collapses onto his forearms, gathering me tightly in his arms and pulling me flush against his chest, burying his face in my neck as he lets out a long, ragged breath.

“God, Sienna,” he breathes against my skin, his arms squeezing me so securely I can barely move. “I’ve been holding back for you… because of how we started this marriage. I didn’t want to impose anything on you. I wanted to give you time. But I want a baby so fucking bad. Especially one that looks exactly like you. I want you to be the mother of my children more than anything.”

I feel tears prick my eyes again, the sheer warmth of his confession melting the last of my doubts. “I’ve been thinking about it so much lately,” I whisper, my fingers tangling in his hair. “I was actually starting to wonder if you didn’t want it.”

He pulls back just enough to look at me, his dark eyes wide. “What? Sienna, I want it more than my next breath.”

A soft giggle escapes me, the residual worry completely melting away. “No more condoms then. Let’s try for a baby.”

Alessandro lets out a deep, guttural groan, his forehead dropping against mine for a brief second. “Sienna, you’re going to kill me one of these days. I swear to God, I wonder what the hell I did to deserve you.”

I start to laugh, but the sound seizes completely in my throat when he shifts his weight and plunges into me in one deep, smooth motion, completely filling me.

A breathless gasp breaks from my lips, and I immediately wrap my legs tightly around his waist, holding onto him as if he’s my only anchor in a storm. He begins to move inside me, slow and incredibly deep, every stroke filled with a desperate, consuming reverence.

“I love you, Sienna,” he whispers fiercely in my ear, his breath hot and ragged as his hands grip the mattress on either side of my head. “More than my life. More than anything in this world.”

A beautiful, tearful smile spreads across my face in the dark, and I pull him down for a deep, breathless kiss.

“I love you too, Alessandro.”