Page 61 of Bound By A Promise
Camila was mine.
Only mine.
That knowledge unleashed an overpowering sense within me to take care of Camila and spend my life fulfilling her every need. As I carried a washcloth to the bed to tend to her physical necessities, the world around our bubble came back with a vengeance.
Tonight, I’d sleep with my wife.
Tomorrow we’d face the world as a married couple.
Chapter
Twenty
Camila
My eyelids fluttered as consciousness awakened my senses. Warmth. I opened my eyes to the source of that heat, the man lying at my side. My smile faded as I moved, uncomfortably aware of the tenderness of my legs and between my legs. Memories came back as I snuggled beneath the blankets wondering how late we’d slept.
Dante rolled in my direction. His tousled dark hair reminded me of the number of times I’d woven my fingers through his locks. I studied his high cheekbones and protruding brow, and the way his long lashes fanned below his eyes. This handsome, dangerous, and powerful man was my husband.
Before I could reach out, his dark eyes opened; their focus settled on me as his lips curled. “Good morning, Mrs. Luciano.”
“Good morning, my husband.” I pulled my left hand out from the warmth of the covers and looked at the stunning ruby ring. “Mia told me that this ring belonged to your grandma.”
Dante turned to his back and inspected the ring on his left hand. “And this one belonged to your grandfather.” He looked in my direction. “Tell me what kind of ring you want. When we get back to Kansas City, I’ll take you to the best jewelry store.”
“I want this ring. Unless…does Mia want it back?”
“Mia offered it to me for you. No strings attached.” His smile grew. “But seriously, you’re my wife. In case you haven’t heard, the Luciano men are loaded. Don’t you want an obscenely giant diamond?”
“I believe the Hope Diamond is locked away at the Smithsonian.”
Dante reached for my hands. “You’re thinking too small. The Hope Diamond is only forty-five and a half carats. The Cullinan Diamond is over 3,000 carats.”
A giggle escaped my lips. “I’ve never heard of the Cullinan Diamond. Where is it?”
“Tower of London.” He shook his head. “Not to worry. The famiglia has some of the best thieves in the business. Say the word. I’ll give the order, and the diamond will be yours.”
“The famiglia has the best thieves?”
“Yes,” he said, pulling me closer. “We now have you.”
The keycard I’d stolen from Contessa and pickpocketed from Dante.
I scooted closer, suddenly aware of my nakedness.
Watching my expression, Dante’s smile faded. “Are you sore?”
“A little.”
“So, morning sex…?”
“As I recall, you said in this bubble, you’re in charge.”
“I am, but I’m not a monster or at least not in this bubble. Pressing my cock into your tight pussy was a kind of heaven I want to keep enjoying. If that means letting you heal, I can do it.”
“When are we going to Kansas City?”
“Dario told me to return within twenty-four hours.” He lifted his wrist and looked at his watch. “That means we should clean up.” As he inhaled, his nostrils flared. “And go to your house. We need to talk to your father.”