Page 24 of Banished and Pregnant by Her Sicilian Billionaire Husband

But as soon as Marcello has me alone on the terrace—

Oh!

He’s suddenly cupping my face, and the fierce glint in his dark gaze has me catching my breath.

“Say it!”

I don’t even have a chance to answer, with Marcello already kissing me, and then—

“Sei mia,” he growls against my mouth. Rough, ragged, not remotely kind. “Say it.”

And now it’s my heart that’s skipping a beat.

Sei mia.

He taught me those words when we had just started dating, and even though I know I really shouldn’t say it at all...

“I’m yours.”

The words just come out helplessly because they’re true.

They’ve always been true.

No matter what.

I’ll always be his, and Marcello...

“I can’t believe you made me jealous of my own brother.”

His admission makes me want to laugh and cry.

It’s silly on one hand, but on the other?

The fact that he’s being so unreasonably possessive...

Doesn’t that make him mine, too?

And the moment I think of that...

“Marcello.”

I find myself pleading with him one more time.

“Can’t you p-please...”

Because it’s been eight years, and nothing’s changed.

“Please just tell me what made you do that.”

We should be hating each other by now, but we don’t, and so surely that says something?

Surely that means something?

“I...I know there’s this folder you saw. But you never told me—”

“It was proof,” he says tightly, “of how you betrayed me.”

All I can do is listen, numb with shock, as he tells me about a route the Burgess paper travelled in November, which four people knew about. One of them was asleep in a car.