Page 162 of Empire of Temptation
Leonardo went into the kitchen. I nuzzled Valentina’s neck, enjoying the velvety feel of her skin. She arched to give me better access. “Are you done being the king of mafia island?”
I chuckled. “For tonight, yes.”
“You were, like, so hot. I peeked through the window a few times. You looked very serious, very in charge.”
“Amore, I am always in charge.”
“Because you make the rules.”
“That is right.” I pulled her closer. “And do you know what I want most right now?”
“To go home and fuck all night long?”
“No.”
She leaned away to see my face, her brow lowered in confusion. “No?”
I shook my head. “I want to fuck you, shower and get in our robes. Then lie in bed and eat sundaes with you.”
Her smile sent a flutter straight through my heart. “And watch reality tv?”
I heaved a dramatic sigh. “If we must.”
She kissed me sweetly. “You are the best fiancée, Luca Benetti.”
“And after next week, I’ll be the best husband.” I nibbled at her lips, which she allowed, then froze.
“Wait, next week?”
“Yes. I’m tired of waiting.” I placed her on the ground, stood, then slapped her ass. “I want you as my wife.”
“No, this is crazy. I haven’t even thought about our wedding.”
I grabbed her ponytail and held her tight, tilting her face toward mine. “Then plan it, amore. Because it’s happening next week.”
“What about Flavio? I might . . . ”
She paused to nibble her lip. I knew what she was about to say. Based on our recent discussions, I knew she was worried about having Flavio around. I took her hand and led her to the door. “Valentina, if you want him to walk you down the aisle, then do it. I am not a fan of your father’s after he shot Roberto, set a fire in my home, and kidnapped you. But I won’t stop you from having him present at your wedding.”
“I don’t even know where to find him.”
“I do.” Leaning my head back, I shouted, “Figlio! Andiamo!”
Leonardo and Aldo came out of the trattoria’s kitchen, each of them holding a sandwich. “Papà,” my son called. “Do you want a sandwich?”
“No.” Then I put my mouth near my woman’s ear. “I have plenty to eat at home.”
