Let Me In

Bonus Chapter

I couldn't.

The only example of marriage I had was my parents. Their relationship was awful. I hadn't even seen them hug within the last couple of years before my father died. The last thing I wanted was to turn out like them.

"But what if-" my words cut off as I felt his fingers linger over the top of my leggings, playing with the waistband, teasing me. "What if something happens, what if you don't love me as much as you think you do?"

"I love you more than anything in this world, Bianca." He kissed my forehead, and I couldn't help but place my hands on his shoulders to steady myself. "And you love me, don't you?"

"I do."

And I did.

Raphael was the centre of my life. I couldn't have gotten through anything without him. He cared for me even when he should have been caring for himself, and because of that, I am forever grateful.

"You know what else you love?" His hand slipped into my panties, his thumb briefly brushing over me.

I let out a harsh breath, my eyes closing for just a second. "What...what else do I love?"

"My body, and what it does to yours." Raphael kissed my neck, and I wound my fingers through his thick dark curls. "I bet you think about my head between your legs all fucking day, no?"

"No, I would never." I did. I thought about it all fucking day. "That would be excessive."

"Really?" He chuckled softly, dipping a finger inside me. "Because she says otherwise."

He was referring to the wetness coating his hand. My boyfriend loved to mock me, and I couldn't even argue because he was right. Every time we touched, it felt like my soul was leaving my body.

Raphael began to rub small circles, and I couldn't help but try to close my legs. That only pulled him closer, and I gasped once he started to pull my leggings down.

"Non ascoltarla," I stated, not fighting the fact that my pants were now around my ankles. "Lei ha una mente tutta sua."

(don't listen to her, she has a mind of her own)

"Come potrei non ascoltare?" He ignored my warning, pushing my back onto the counter and lifting my legs so he could place his head through them. "Your pussy is begging to be pleased. Come potrei dire di no a questo?"

(how could I not listen? How could I say no to that?)

His mouth closed over me, and I tried to suppress the moan that was building in my throat. He dug his nails into my thighs, causing me to squirm from the sting.

"Fuck..." he drew the words out of me with every flick of his tongue, fully indulging himself in the taste of me. "Please-"

"Quiet, princess." He lifted his head for just a moment, reaching one of his arms up my body so that he could squeeze my breast. "Your family is home. Do you want them to hear?"

I didn't want them to hear. But I also didn't want him to stop. There was a low curl in my stomach, meaning that what he was trying to accomplish was proving to be successful. He made it look so easy. He knew my body well.

"Raphael," I whispered, attempting to prop myself onto my elbows, although he forbid it. Keeping his hand in the centre of my chest, continuing to press my back to the cold marble counter. "We should stop. They could come downstairs any moment."

"Marry me." He demanded, his tongue lapping at the wetness collecting between my thighs. My legs wanted to move but they couldn't. They were trapped by the leggings that remained around my ankles. "Say yes and I'll stop."

My hand tangled through his curls once more. I moved my hips towards his face, chasing the feeling that spread throughout my body, from my head to my toes.

"Raph-"

"Say yes."

The sounds I tried so hard to hold back came out, and I screamed so loud the whole penthouse could probably hear me. "I'm close. I'm so close, keep going."

His bright and beautiful grey eyes lifted to mine, causing another jolt of pleasure to roll through me. "Say yes and I'll let you cum."

An image of me and Raphael flashed through my mind. We were on the beach with the sun setting behind us, standing under a wedding arch, holding hands while he dressed in a sleek white suit. He smiled so wide, I believed his face could stay like that forever.

Mr. and Mrs. Vitale.

I could get used to that.

"Yes," I cried. "Yes Raphael, I'll marry you."

He groaned in response, not wasting any time while his thumb pressed down on my clit, and he sent me over the edge as promised. My legs grew weak, resting on his back as he made sure I came as hard as I always did.

With the same wicked grin I saw every time we did this, he removed his face from between my thighs and yanked my leggings back up to my waist. Dragging his thumb across his bottom lip, he eyed me with pure amusement.

"Ti arrendi così facilmente." He laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

(you give in so easily)

"And you are incredibly annoying." I scoffed, folding my arms over my chest.

"You mean, I am incredibly handsome and charming, and have indubitably amazing persuasion skills."

I frowned. "That's not what I mean-"

"Cosa stavate facendo quaggiù?" Lorenzo entered the kitchen, leaning against the doorway. "You know what? Forget I even asked. Please, spare me the details."

(what were you guys doing down here?)

"Bianca and I just had a very thoughtful discussion..." he sent me a dirty look over his shoulder, causing my cheeks to warm. "We have decided to get married."

"Well, that's lovely." My brother walked a little closer, scrunching his nose when he looked at the stove. "But maybe you should take care of this...whatever this is first, I could smell the burning from upstairs."

"Shit!"

Raphael scrambled over to the stove, hopelessly stirring the now-burnt spaghetti sauce that had bubbled over the top of the pan. When he picked one of the overcooked noodles out of the pot, it immediately broke in half and dropped back into the boiling water.

Lorenzo moved to where I was sitting, the left side of his lips tipping up and he covered my mouth with his hand, suppressing the loud laughter that was about to come out of me.

"Are you two fucking laughing right now?" He spun around, firmly gripping the wooden spoon and pointing it at us. "This isn't funny."

"It is though." Enzo retorted, brushing the light brown messy curls out of his face. "You are a shit cook, my friend."

My fiancé launched himself forward, heading right for my brother. Lorenzo jumped out of the way, running past me and to the other side of the counter. Raphael chased after him, and the boys went round and round in circles.

"Aren't you going to ask me to be your best man?" Enzo questioned, hiding behind me as Raphael swung the spoon in his direction. "I feel as though I deserve that position."

"Yea I will," Raph responded as he caught my brother's shirt, pulling him back so he couldn't run any further. "After I beat your ass."

I laughed now, watching the two fight some more before racing out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

Making my way to the fridge, I opened the freezer and settled on a tub of cookie dough ice cream for dinner instead of Raphael's burnt pasta.

Smiling like a little girl, I sighed, thinking about what I just agreed to.

I'm getting married.

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