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“You,” she rasped.
I kissed her clit lightly, then let her feel my breath. “Say, ‘I belong to Vito D’Agositno and no one else.’”
“I belong to Vito D’Agostino and no one else.”
Madre di dio. My skin went up in flames. Surging forward, I lashed her clit, wishing I could fuck her right now. Later, I would feed my cock deep inside her and make her say those words again.
She grabbed the top of my head, fingers twisting in my hair, as her body broke. Her clit swelled and tightened in my mouth as her limbs convulsed, her thighs squeezing around my head. I didn’t fight it; I hoped she suffocated me, murdered me right here with her pussy.
When it finally ended, she sagged onto the counter, limp. This was when she was sweetest, just after she came. She remained motionless, a boneless heap, while I cleaned up her juices and used my tongue to get every last drop from her pussy. I knew she was sensitive and sore, so I was careful. My eyes nearly rolled back in my head, she was so fucking delicious.
Satisfied, I rose and gathered up my sweatpants and t-shirt. Then I went by the door and found my running shoes as well as a jacket. When I returned to the island, she was breathing heavily, her lashes resting on her cheeks, skin flushed in the morning light. I stared at her for a moment, my chest expanding with an unfamiliar emotion.
This. If I had the ability to freeze a moment in time, to never forget one single detail of a memory, it would be this. I’d lived an unremarkable, violent life up to now and had earned a fuckload of money from it. Maggie felt like something I didn’t deserve, something I hadn’t planned for.
But something I was unwilling to give up.
Sono fottuto.
“Allora, bella.” I kissed her clit one last time, then eased the sweatpants over each foot, sliding them up for her. She let me, her eyes still closed, limbs sprawled out like a doll.
“I can’t move,” she murmured. “I don’t think I’ve ever come this much in my life.”
Another burst of satisfaction went through me as I patted her thigh. “Lift.” Once she raised her hips, I adjusted the sweatpants to cover her lower half. I slipped my running shoes on her feet one at a time, tying them tight to compensate for the larger fit.
I took her wrist and helped her sit up. Blinking, she waited patiently while I dragged the t-shirt over her head and fed her arms through each hole. Dressing her, taking care of her . . .Fuck, it got me even harder.
“I will set you on your feet. Hold onto me.”
She placed her hands on my shoulders and I lifted her off the island. Her arms wrapped around my waist and she rested on my chest. I smoothed her hair off her face and pressed my lips to the top of her head. “You will stay with me again tonight.”
“Okay.” Like a cat, she rubbed her cheek against my pectoral muscle. “I might still be sore, though.”
Thinking, I stared out at the deck. After she left, I would order a few things. “I don’t care. Even if I can’t fuck you, I can sleep next to you.”
“But just for a short while, right?”
I frowned at the vineyards outside the window. What was she talking about? I meant the whole night. Did she think I was going to let her walk across the property in the dead of night? Even if I killed every single Red Raider today, I wouldn’t allow Maggie to traipse around here after dark, not anymore.
Before I could say anything, she eased away from me and plucked the jacket from my hands. “Thanks for that,” she said, easing into the warm coat. Then she grabbed her phone off the island and gave me a quick kiss. “See you later.”
I let her go and she disappeared outside. Yet I couldn’t move. I was missing something, I was certain of it.
But I wasn’t sure what it could be.
thirteen
. . .
Maggie
It stung,even though it shouldn’t.
“I’d rather not involve you, especially because I’m only here a short while.”
It wasn’t anything I didn’t already know and at least he wasn’t lying to me—anymore. So why had my mood taken a sudden turn as soon as he said it?
I shook myself as I walked. I wasn’t the type to get attached when I had sex with someone. I could separate the physical act from messy emotions. We both knew this was a temporary fling, just while he was here. After a few weeks he’d return to his mansion or compound or whatever and resume his mobster ways, wearing a wedding ring and taking it off whenever he wanted to get laid.