The Dictator (Banker 2)

“I think so.”

“Maybe you should ask him first. Because the whole prisoner thing is a little much.”

“I told him I wanted to sleep with him from now on, and he said yes. So I think it’s different.”

“You weren’t doing that before?” he asked incredulously.

“We had separate bedrooms.”

He nodded slowly. “So he’s giving you a real commitment now.”

“And he told me how he intends to raise our child. How it won’t be all violence and money…”

“And what about killing you?”

“He didn’t specifically say, but he talked about the future like I would live long enough to see it.”

He watched me for a long time, that brotherly affection in his eyes. He was protective of me, but he also understood I was an adult who could make my own decisions. “I just want him to treat you right.”

“I know.”

“Let me know if he doesn’t.”

“I will.”

A knock sounded on the front door. When I opened it, I came face-to-face with Cato. I almost couldn’t believe it. “Did you just knock?”

That handsome smile spread across his lips. “Landon lives here too, so different situation.”

“Wow, I could get used to this.”

He stepped inside the house then looked at my brother. “Landon.” He didn’t extend his hand.

Neither did my brother. “Cato. Thanks for not killing me.”

Cato gave a sarcastic smile. “No problem. You were taking care of your sister. Can’t hold that against you.”

“Good. I would do it again in a heartbeat.” Landon turned to me. “I need to stick around and finish up everything. I’ll see you back in Florence in about a week or so.”

“Sounds good. When I get a phone, I’ll call you.”

Cato pulled out his phone and handed it to Landon. “Save your number in there.”

Landon typed the number and handed it back.

Cato called him then hung up. “Call that number if you want to talk to her.”

I watched silently as Cato make another heartfelt gesture.

Landon turned back to me. “Let me know if you need anything.”

I hugged him hard and held him close. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” He kissed my forehead before he released me. “See you soon.”

Cato had come here in his private plane, so we boarded it then flew back to central Italy.

When we landed, his entourage took us back into the countryside where his three-story estate looked exactly the same. Even in the dark, it was still beautiful, with the landscape lights illuminating the architecture inside the gates.

Cato looked out the window and said very little to me.

We arrived at the front, and then the men carried my bags inside the house. I took my clothes and other necessities, while Landon would take care of the nonessentials. When I got out of the car and stepped inside, it smelled exactly as I remembered. The hardwood floor was smooth under my feet. The only difference was the temperature. Now it was nearly winter, so the feeling of summer was long gone.

But it still felt like I was home.

The men put my things in my bedroom and left the door open.

When Cato and I walked upstairs, he immediately guided me to his bedroom down the hallway. My old quarters were forgotten.

The door shut behind us, and Cato’s clothes dropped to the floor. He kicked off his shoes then peeled away his socks until he was in nothing but skin—and a ton of muscle.

My eyes trailed over his even harder physique, seeing the way the grooves of muscle cut deeper into his body. His pecs were thicker, and his biceps were at least an inch wider. The cords down his arms were more prominent, and the muscles of his thighs were tight. While he looked beautiful, I was pregnant. I had a belly, more fat on my hips and thighs, and I’d forgotten to shave my bikini area. I hadn’t done it in a long time because of my belly—and the fact that no one saw me naked.

He stepped toward me then lifted my chin so my lips would meet his. He kissed me softly on the mouth with his purposeful lips. His breaths deepened quickly, and then he dug his hands deep into my hair. The same fiery passion we used to have was still there, still beating with the rhythm of our hearts.

He grabbed my shirt and started to pull.

I kept his hands down. “My body is changing…”

He looked at me with a fierce look of frustration. “I know. I like it.”

“I don’t look like a porn star like you.”

He cocked his head to the side as the smirk stretched across his face. “That’s how you describe me? As a porn star?”

“I’ve been watching a lot of porn, alright?” I said without shame. “I just mean you’re really fit. And I’m…not the same.”

“Baby…” He tugged my shirt over my head and revealed my pregnant belly. “I’ve been looking at those pictures every day, wishing I were fucking you every night.” His hands moved over my bare stomach. “You’re fucking sexy.” His hands snaked to my back, and he unclasped my bra. “I’ve never wanted you more.” His mouth moved to my neck as he kissed me and worked my jeans. He unbuttoned them and dropped the zipper before he lowered himself and pulled my pants to my ankles. He grabbed my panties next.