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I nod again, slower this time. Not only is she not patient, she’s dangerous. And now she knows what Molly means to me.

And that makes her dangerous in a way that Riccardo has never been

My stomach twists. I really hope I’ve done the right thing.

Chapter thirty-five

Molly

The credits roll on the Netflix film. I check my phone. No messages, and it is late. Far later than Rick has ever come before. It is probably safe to breathe.

On the other end of the sofa, Dario yawns. He stretches. Even in the dim lighting, he is handsome enough to make me dizzy.

“I’m going to bed,” he says.

Tension drains away from my back. Dario thinks it is safe now, too. Rick isn’t visiting tonight. I can change out of this too-tight dress. I can relax.

“You should get some rest, too,” Dario says.

His dark eyes burn into me and just like that, all the memories of last night come rushing back. Dario in my bed. Dario fucking me like I’ve never been fucked before. Dario rocking my world and melting my brain.

Part of me can’t believe it really happened. It was all too good to be true. It had to have been a very vivid, extremely sordid dream.

But I can still feel him. I can feel his fingerprints all over me. My muscles remember how exhausted they were. Mythroat is a little sore from screaming my pleasure. My ass feels delightfully well-used.

It was real. It happened. Dario came out of the closet, quite literally, and gave me the pounding of my life.

I should have known he’d be fantastic in bed. It’s obvious that he’d be above such things as the fumblings of a beginner.

Fuck me. If it was that good the first time, what the hell is it going to be like once he gets a bit of practice and experience under his belt?

“Molly?”

I blink. Oops, I’m staring at him while filthy thoughts fly through my mind and saliva pools in my mouth.

“Umm… yeah,” I mumble.

I have no idea what we are talking about. What was it again? My mind scrambles, but all it is coming up with is the tenderness of Dario’s after care. The way he washed me in the shower. And gave me another mind-blowing orgasm. Then he changed the sheets.

He really is the most perfect man on the planet. I’ve stumbled across God’s gift to gay boys and now I have to keep him a secret. If anyone found out how wonderful Dario is, they’d do whatever they could to steal him from me.

Deep in my chest, my heart does something strange and painful. I don’t want Dario to be stolen from me. I’m being shallow right now and focussing on the sex, but that’s just one small facet of the treasure that is Dario.

I love him. All of him. And I wouldn’t care if he suddenly took a vow of celibacy. Sex is just sex, while Dario is my entire universe.

“Molly, are you alright?”

I grin. “I’m shiny!”

His brow furrows. “Are you going to bed?”

Ah yes! That’s what we were talking about. Bed. My bed. In my room. That has a hole in the closet that Dario can climb through. If I go to bed, Dario can come and ravish me.

“Yes!” I exclaim as I jump to my feet. Then I run towards my room.

“Goodnight,” Dario calls after me with laughter in his voice.

I shut my bedroom door and stand in the middle of the room, facing the closet. I don’t have to wait for long. The door swings open, and Dario steps into my room.