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Sebastian has decided that the only woman he wants belongs to La Famiglia. Being a consigliere and the brother of the Capo of Nostra Casa, is a deterrent in getting Olivia’s father to agree to their union. Olivia’s father doesn’t want his only child so far away from him but recognizes that a fresh start is what his daughter needs. The Bratva have other ideas and decide Grazia is the perfect way to enact their revenge, but Sebastian is determined to keep her safe.
Olivia feels alive when Sebastian is around. The once feisty blonde beauty, ready to take the world by storm is attacked by one of their own family members. Olivia fights to find her former self and Sebastian is a risk-taker and leads her back to her adventuresome self.
Sebastian has sworn to lead Olivia back to the land of the living. The evil that surrounds them keeps trying to tear them down. How far is he willing to go to keep Olivia away from the dangers that lurk?
Feel the Passion:
A heavy hand over my belly reminds me that I’m not alone. I’m a married woman, in every sense but one. Sebastian could have taken what he wanted without regard for my wants and needs last night. No one would say anything; it would be his right as my husband.
My husband.
I turn to watch his sleeping form. He’s more handsome than ever. His sandy-blond hair is all messed up from sleep. I take in his chiseled jaw and those full lips. I love his mouth, especially when they’re on me. The sheet is wrapped about his waist, showing off his perfect V-shaped body and abs. He’s like a real-life Adonis. The temptation is so intense that I let the tips of my fingers graze over his chest and downward, stopping where the sheets cover him.
“That’s a dangerous game, luce mia.” His gruff, sultry voice rumbles in my ear.
I don’t know what’s come over me, but I respond with “Maybe I’m in the mood for danger.”
“Do you know what you’re asking?” His hand covers mine where it lies.
A small sigh escapes me before I answer, “Yes.”
“Then kiss me, Olivia.” His request seems simple enough. We’ve kissed before, and each time I lose myself in our kiss and the way his lips move against mine. I pull myself up on an elbow and press my lips to his. He lets me guide the pace, slow, sweet, and when I lick the seam of his lips, his hands move to my hips, lifting me up and over to straddle him.
A hand slides up my back, pulling me closer. His bare skin is fire where it touches mine. A snap of his fingers on my bra, and I feel it sliding out from under me, my breasts free from constraint, his fingers rubbing over a nub, sending a shiver through me. His lips find their way to my ear. “More?” he asks.
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My arms ache, my fingers are sore, and I can’t seem to get anywhere near the stupid center circle Sebastian keeps referring to. I’m uncoordinated, and the jolt of the gun keeps throwing me off. We’ve been doing this for what seems like a lifetime, but in truth only half an hour, and I’ve decided I hate it.
“This is useless,” I declare, putting the gun on the small ledge and ripping off the noise-suppressing earphones.
“This is for your protection, Olivia.” Sebastian steps in behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and dropping his head to the top of mine. “You’re in your own head. You’re so focused on aiming that you’re tensing up.” He then grabs the gun I was practicing with and inspects it. “This is too big for your hand, and too heavy.”
He moves to the gun rack and pulls out a much smaller pistol that resembles a toy more than a gun. Sebastian places it in my hand. “Feel the difference?” he asks.
“Yeah.” I draw a breath, still not convinced this will change anything.
“This gun is lethal when up close, but will definitely maim from a distance. In any situation, I want you to shoot, hit, and run. It buys you time to get away, and it buys me time to get to you.” Sebastian waits for me to load it, then has me point to the target once more. This time, still standing behind me, he places his hands on my hips. “Take a breath, see the target, relax your shoulders. On the exhale, fire.” His voice is soft and mellow, like a song. I find my breath matching his, slow and steady.
Bang! I take my shot. I gasp in shock and jolt from the recoil. I hit the circle, nowhere near the middle, but I got it. “I hit it, I hit it!” I do a little jig in my spot. Sebastian chuckles.
“Much better,” he says, kissing my temple, then he steps into the next booth and fires off his gun at his target. He fires six times, three to the head and the other three aiming at the heart. Dead-on each time.
“Show-off.” I childishly stick my tongue out, joking along with him.
“You stick it out, I’m gonna make you use it,” he threatens with a laugh. I blush a bright shade of red, but Sebastian bursts out laughing even louder. I like making him laugh. It’s one of the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard.
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