𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭
❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 . . . 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.❞
𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗰 𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗖𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼 takes on his role as his sister's right hand man and he'll do any mi...
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My eyes are greeted with a very bright flash when I open them.
I immediately squeeze them shut, cover my face with the comforter, and mutter, "Dominic."
"Shit, I'm sorry. Fuck, I'm sorry." He crawls under the comforter with me and pulls it over our heads. "I didn't know the flash was on. If I knew I wouldn't have taken the picture."
I rub my eyes. "Since when do you take pictures of me when I'm sleeping."
"Since the first night in Italy," he says. "You look beautiful when you sleep, and I like taking pictures of you in general. In fact, I have an entire album dedicated to you."
"For the right-hand man of a mafia, you sure are a softie."
"No, I am not," Dominic grumbles. "How did you sleep, amour?"
"Amazing." I admit the many orgasms he gave me yesterday played a part in my getting a good night's sleep. Maybe the food I ate too. But mostly the orgasms.
"Are you hungry?"
"Very."
Dominic grins, gets out of bed, and tosses me one of his shirts. "I may have stocked the closet with clothes in your size, but I prefer you in mine."
I raise my brows, put on his shirt, and ensure it covers my entire body. "And why did you just decide to tell me?"
"Because Jourdan may or may not be coming in here to bring us our breakfast."
As if my ex-boyfriend hearing me scream my current boyfriend's name last night wasn't enough now he's bringing us breakfast in bed.
