Rosa glared at him for a long heartbeat before she finally hissed, “Fuck you, Luciano Mancini.”She shoved against his chest and pushed herself up from the recliner, still burning with the heavy sexual frustration of him stopping right in the middle. Behind her, a low, soft chuckle rumbled in his throat, followed quickly by his quiet, commanding warning. “Careful how you walk, my beautiful, pregnant wife.”Rosa snapped over her shoulder, “I am not your wife yet.”“Oh, but you are, my innocent Rosie,” Luciano replied, a dark grin tugging at his lips. “The only thing missing is the paperwork. Otherwise, you’re in my home, we already have a son, and you're carrying my daughter. What other proof do you need that you belong to me, vita mia?”“I am not carrying a girl,” she argued, her voice tight.“You’re carrying my child,” he said with a smile, standing casually with his hands in his pockets.“But not a girl,” she balked.He merely nodded, his tone dripping with absolute certainty. “Oh,
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