POTERE AMORE (Mafia Romance) 18+

Chapter forty eight

Annetta's POV

It's hard but to wake up to something different each morning makes it somewhat easy.

Gathering my sense, I acknowledge the time of the day. The chilly air indicated that it was a cold morning, the cold sensation reminded me that we were heading to the cold months of the year, as the summer months were coming to an end. The comforter was extra comfy for some reason but something felt different. Was I in my room? I definitely was. I can smell my room, but why did I feel like something was different.

Once I opened my eyes, I was greeted with the sunlight peaking through the slits of the curtains. my fingers automatically travel to my face, to itch my eyes but it didn't help with what actually irritated me.

I felt a burning stare penetrate through me, the moment I open my eyes again, I was met with a pair of icy eyes.

"Buongiorno."

Last night was by far, the night I had the time of my fucking life and it was with the person I never thought I would have it with. Fabio and I had no means to stop last night and I admit, I would do it again. Last night was the first time I have ever connected with him, intimately and a whole part of my body is content with it. After I left Constantino, I would've thought I'd catch up on some sleep, instead I was catching up with Fabio. Staring at his face right now didn't feel like the worst thing to do, as I used to feel this all the time before. I blink at him and then I look away.

"Buongiorno." I yawn, rubbing my eyes and turning around under the soft duvets. Silence stirs behind me, and I wondered what he was doing but when I felt his strong arms curl around my waist, I stopped breathing for a second.

"Did you sleep well?" He groans, his deep croaky voice penetrated through my ear as he shuffles closer to me and buries his face into my messy hair.

"Hmm." I hum. My stomach turns when Fabio caresses my stomach with his fingers. I moved closer to him and bask into the pleasure I received in inhaling his perfecting cologne. It was also putting me to sleep.

"Are you sure?" He asks, I open my eyes and stare straight ahead in delirium. "I had no mercy on you last night, I thought I might've injured you."

"And you're proud?" I retort, lifting his hand and slightly turning to face him. He groans at the loss of the position he held, it really seemed comfortable. "You're proud to injure me in such way?"

"Hmm, you could say." He chuckled, his half sleepy eyes locks with mine as he pulls away a little. "I'm a man of my own word Tesoro, once you have me, you have me the way I want you to have me." He says, rubbing his eyes. I turn around to face him. "Tell me then, did I hurt you?"

"No." I stretched, "I know I can handle you."

"Oh really?" He stops rubbing his eyes and stares at me like a hawk, "I really wished you'd never admitted that."

"Whatever." I laugh, pulling away from him but he caught me just in time. Fabio grabbed me and pulls me closer to him, I snuggle on top of his chest and begin to rest. My heart thudded in my chest as I remained in my position. To this day, I would never have thought to do this, it was beyond me but now that I was, it wasn't so bad. I liked it, I liked this side of Fabio. I really did.

"Fabio, can I ask you a question?" I hum,

"Sì, you can Tesoro." He replies, caressing my skin with his fingers. Goosebumps rise on my skin as I try to concentrate, and not fall asleep.

"Did you want to marry Maria? Do you love her?"

My question seemed to destroy the atmosphere that we created but I wanted to know. Fabio stops curling his fingers against my skin and instantly, I woke up once again. Silence dominates us, not a single word from his mouth, which suggested the end of our conversation because that's how it is always with him, silence.