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He’d beaten Marco. Beaten him with his bloody fists! And then he’d gone to Aurora.
“That fucking hypocrite,” I snarled. And I lunged for the doorknob.
The guard dog’s meaty hand locked around my biceps, halting me in my tracks. “Nobody goes in.
“Nobody touches her.” Carlo, suddenly, was at my side. Prying the guard’s hand off of me. “You really want to go in, Layla? Go right ahead.”
Oh, I wanted to. I was ready to break down that fucking door to demand Aldo look me in the eye and explain his actions. Until, that is, I caught the soft murmur of a woman’s voice through the wood.
The low, sensual murmur of a woman’s voice. Aurora’s voice.
My stomach churned. Bile burned the back of my throat. She really was in there with him. With him. And the last thing I wanted to see was Aldo–Vasco -in bed with another woman.
How many times in the last eight years had I tried to forget the sight of her walking out of our bedroom?
I stepped back. I couldn’t do it. As much as it would
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have been satisfying to storm through that door, scream in his face–I could not.
“Let me know when he’s done,” I told Carlo, and then I left the two men playing guard dog at the door. Left Aldo to his woman behind it. I paced down the hall towards my own room–Aldo’s room, I supposed–my rubber shoes silent on the floor this time.
Once inside the safety and privacy of that room, I forced myself to breathe. To calm. My hands were shaking. My heart raced.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
I breathed.
And then I shucked off my clothes and slid beneath the covers of my bed. Because no way in hell was I gonna stay awake waiting for Aldo to be done with Aurora. Wondering what they were doing. Watching the clock to see how long they spent together.
No, I needed sleep.
My anger would still be fresh tomorrow morning, of that much I was certain. I could sleep off the rage and approach him tomorrow with cold rationality— think how much more satisfying that would be.
But I couldn’t stop hearing the low, sensual murmur of that feminine voice. Thinking of her in that room with him.
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I rolled over in bed.
And again. Again.
If only I could sleep. Why couldn’t I stop thinking about them together? We’d been divorced for eight years. Surely he’d been with dozens and dozens of other women in that time. With Aurora many, many
times.
Why was it bothering me so much?
I rolled over again, then forced myself to lie still. To concentrate on breathing. In, out, in out.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
Don’t think of Aldo. Or Vasco. Don’t remember how we’d lie in bed like this, his warm body pressed against mine. How his breath would caress the back of my neck, my cheek. How his hands would sweep along my bare skin.
I couldn’t not think about it, though.
Not when the memory was so strong I could practically feel his big, strong hand sliding over the curve of my hip. His lips tracing my jawline to feather down my neck. His hardened cock pressing against my ass.
How could I stop thinking of him when warm
fingers slipped between my legs to cradle me,
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sending heat shooting through my core.
A moan tore from my mouth, and my eyes flew
open.
This wasn’t a dream.
I wasn’t alone in bed, imagining a man touching me. I wasn’t remembering the way Vasco used to caress me, pleasure me, leave me wet and wanting.
I rolled over.
And stared straight into my Vasco’s eyes.
But something wasn’t right, the way those eyes slid out of focus, half hooded beneath heavy lids. The way the breath panted from between his parted lips. The way his body pressed too–hot against mine.
Something was wrong.
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