Page 122 of The Don's Secret Heir

Her face freezes for an instant before she nods.

“Okay. What’s so important?”

I take in a shaking breath. “I want you to stay with me. For good.”

“I’m not going anywhere?—”

“That’s not what I mean, Li.”

I crouch in front of her, taking her hands in mine.

“Dario, you’re scaring me.”

I chuckle. “Scaringyou? I’m the one who’s scared to death, baby. I almost lost you, and I won’t do that again. Not ever. I want you to be my wife.Reallymy wife, not just on paper.”

“Dario...” she trails off, looking away. “I don’t know if I can talk about this right now.”

I frown. “What do you mean?”

She hasn’t pulled out of my grasp, so that’s an encouraging sign.

“I don’t kow how I feel right now. Everything’s just so overwhelming.” Her gray eyes shine with tears.

“Let me make it easier for you. I love you, Li. I’ve loved you for five years and I never got over you, not even a little. I love Sonny, too, and I’ll raise him like my own. I just want you both close.”

“Oh, shit,” she mutters, her eyes flooding with tears as her hands cover her face. “I don’t know what I want anymore, Dario.”

“That’s okay,” I say, just grateful she doesn’t hate me. I draw her into my arms. “We’ll figure it out, and I’ll give it to you. Anything.”

She sniffles but she smiles through it. “What if I wanted the moon?”

“I guess I’d have to become an astronaut and figure out how to get it to you.”

She laughs shakily but I mean it. I’d burn the whole world down just to warm her.

Liana wraps her arms around my neck, kissing me deeply, and I groan into her mouth. It’s been a few days since we’ve been together, and I’ve been so worried about her I haven’t even thought to touch myself.

My dick stirs just at her kiss but I pull back, searching her face.

“You’re okay with this?”

“I’m not something fragile and precious you can break, Dario.”

“And what I said to you?—”

She cuts me off by cupping my face in her hands. “I only feel like me again when you touch me. That’s just going to have to be enough right now.”

“Okay,” I croak out, but it isn’t enough. It’ll never be enough.

I kiss her again, my hand sliding down the outside of her thigh down to her ass. I grab a bit of the flesh, jiggling it in my hand.

“How do you want me?” she asks in a hoarse whisper, bunching her nightie up around her hips. She’s bare beneath, just a landing strip to guide me in.

“All the ways,belissima, but right now I want to see your face.”

She nods, pulling her nightie all the way off. Her breasts bounce free and I cup one in my hand, dragging my thumb across her peaked nipple.

She nearly comes off the bed, her back arching, a small moan coming from between her parted lips. She rolls her hips and I chuckle low in my throat.