Page 13 of The Sicilian Billionaire's Disposable Wife

Dario sighed. “I wish you hadn’t said that,cara.”

“But it’s—”

“Or had I been...amiss in making myself clear?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking—”

He cupped her chin, and her words faltered at his touch.

“When it comes to what we have between us,” Dario said softly, “there must only be truth. And you and I both know,cara...”

Gulp.

“You were mine from the moment you met me.”

She didn’t have a chance to answer, didn’t have a chance to do anything but gasp because the next thing she knew, he had already drawn her close, and she had lost her balance, and he was kissing her again, and it was the kind of kiss that just...

It just completely took over her senses, passion claiming her every thought, and all she could do was grab the front of his shirt—

"Ti sto ricordando a chi appartieni."

There was no way she could translate any of that. But at the same time, she knew. Her body instinctively knew what those words meant, and it was why a whimper had slipped past her lips, and she found herself unable to resist when his hands found the hem of her shirt.

“Look at me, cara.”

Kendra felt like she was in a dream as she obeyed his command, and oh...

She just stopped thinking and started drowning.

Because the way he was looking at her...

The way he was touching her...

Kendra didn’t know how they ended up with her back arching against the wall, her hands were gripping his shoulders—

"Guardami, cara."

She came apart with a gasp, her face pressed into his neck and both hands fisting his shirt and his arms around her like he was holding something he'd been waiting a very long time to catch.

Memories started trickling in, and she could feel her cheeks turning red when she realized what had just happened, and how she had...and how he had...and how...

Oh.

The feather-soft sensation of his lips brushing the top of her head was completely unexpected, and oh, how it made all of her worries and embarrassment go away like a nightmare that faded into one’s unconsciousness.

"You will marry me," Dario said quietly. "No more delays."

And Kendra, still trembling, still pressed against his chest, still trying to remember how oxygen worked, lifted her head and looked into the face of the man who had spent a month silently dismantling every reason she had to say no—

"I'll only say yes,” she heard herself whisper, “on one condition."

Chapter Four

JUST LIKE THAT, SHEwas getting married again.

Kendra wasn't sure what was more surreal. The fact that she was standing in a private courthouse in a beautiful cream dress that her equally beautiful future husband had handpicked...or how said husband was still looking at her like she was his most prized possession.

How crazy was that, really?