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KILIAN

I slam my door shut, wanting to break something in this hotel room. It’s not that I can’t stand the thought of her with another man. She’s a woman, she has needs. But the fact that she slept with someone within weeks of leaving me, pisses me off. Almost like what we had didn’t matter. And maybe it didn’t. We never put terms on what we had. We never went out to eat or on a date. I spent time at her bar when she was working or we were naked in my house together.

I strip off my clothes and head into the shower, hoping hot water will wash away my anger. My regret.

Because more than anything that’s what I feel right now.

Regret.

Should I have acted differently ten years ago? Called what it was we were doing a relationship. Would she have left if I did? Would both of our lives have been completely different?

Probably not. She is part of the Renzetti crime family. We never would have been able to be more than a secret. What we had was forbidden. It still is. And she was so young ten years ago. I had no way of knowing if she would stick around for me. And I had so many ambitions back then. Until everything changed. Until I resented what I had become.

I let the hot water of the shower calm my thoughts as much as possible. The whiskey working its way out of my system with every minute that passes.

Maybe that’s all tonight was. A drunken mistake.

That’s a lie that I can’t believe.

Bella has always been different for me. She isn’t just the young coed that she was ten years ago. Overly sexual and flirtatious with a pussy that begs for attention. No, now she is a woman with a knack for knives. Her curves even more seductive than before. Now she is everything I could ever want. More than I thought I wanted ten years ago.

Fuck.

This woman will be the death of me.

Literally.

I shut off the water and grab a towel before collapsing on the bed. I either need to find a way to keep her or find a way to forget her.

Too bad I know I will kill as many people as I can in order to get the former.

* * *

After dealing with my father demanding to know where I was—I kindly told him I took a weekend off—I decide to head to the beach. I have no doubt Bella is spending her afternoon here and I need to apologize.

A few hours of sleep made me realize I was a heartless bastard leaving her the way I did. I had no right getting mad at her. She is a sexual being, it’s what attracted me to her from the start. And I shouldn’t have expected her to remain loyal to me, not after she disappeared. And everyone knows I didn’t remain loyal to her. My dick has seen its fair share of pussy in the last ten years. Although, nothing compares to hers.

I keep my eyes peeled for her as I make my way down to the beach. It doesn’t take long for me to find her. She is fucking gorgeous and half the men here have eyes on her.

She is lying on her stomach, propped up on her elbows, a book open in front of her. Her black hair is down, blowing in the wind, making her look like a model at a photo shoot. She is wearing a turquoise bikini, her magnificent ass on display.

I get closer to her and I can see anger fuming from her. I’m not quite sure if she is mad at herself or mad at me. I know how she is. I remember that first night after we were together and her incessant blabbering that what we did was a mistake. It didn’t take her long to come around to me again. Less than twelve hours later, I had her pressed against me in the bathroom at the pub.

But I am sure she is feeling that regret now. I am her enemy after all. Even if she says she isn’t working for the family. Her blood is enough to deem her an enemy.

I keep my distance from her, letting her have her afternoon to herself. She needs the time to think, to figure out her shit. And I should be doing the same. I shouldn’t even be here. I should be handling business. Ensuring deals are completed, information traded, companies kept in our hold. But the thought of letting Bella go is enough to make me stay. Even if it means repercussions from my asshole of a father.

I watch as she wades into the aquamarine water. Her body a goddamn treasure as she dives underneath the gentle current and rises on the other side of a small wave. Her hair is slicked back, her olive skin glowing as the sunlight hits it. Her tits on full display, her nipples hard as she rises above the water. Her bikini should be illegal. The triangles barely cover her full tits. I am just glad no one can see that ass in the water. Because I saw it walking in and her perfect round ass looked even better in a thong bikini that it does naked.

I will my dick to calm down as I watch her from a distance. She is the perfect woman and not just because of her body but her mind too. And she has only gotten better with age. Her body even more curvy than it was before. But it’s her mind that I’m so attracted to. The way she holds her own against her family. The way she cares for her daughter. I thought she was a strong woman before but now she is on an entirely different level.

She makes her way out of the water and I am not the only one to notice. I see eyes on her all over the beach. My fist clenching when a young man approaches her, someone far too young for her. Some may say she is too young for me but I know I am the only man she needs in her life. I just need to prove it to her.

A smile hits her face as she talks to the prick. She laughs at whatever asshole thing he is saying to her. Before I know it, he is helping pick her things up and moving them over to the area he is sitting at with a group of friends. I don’t know how long I watch them for as they all sip on drinks. He reaches out to touch her and she doesn’t push him away. She leans into the touch and I nearly lose it. I want to stomp over there and pull her away from them. Claim her as mine in front of everyone. Take those lush lips and devour them on the beach but I know I can’t cause a scene. Instead I head inside and let her have her fun.

* * *

I spent the rest of the afternoon focused on working to keep my mind off Bella, but it was useless. My eyes kept glancing at the beach from my balcony doors, wondering if she was touching that man, kissing him, taking him back to her room.

It’s how I found myself at a table near the bar in the late afternoon. Work wasn’t keeping my mind off her but I figured a few drinks might help.

Of course it only made my longing worse. I don’t know what is wrong with me. I am a forty-one-year-old man and I feel like a teenage boy pining after his crush. In those ten years we spent apart, I thought about her often but I never felt this longing that I feel now. Maybe it’s because I tasted her for the first time in years last night and it brought all the memories back. The way she let me tie her up, spank her, torture her until she was begging me to fuck her any way I wanted.

Fuck, I need to get her out of my head.

A group of loud boys walks into the bar and I glance up to see the group she was hanging out with earlier. They grab a lounge area just outside the bar area on the terrace that overlooks the Mediterranean. They are loud and rambunctious, probably halfway to wasted by the looks of it. They order a round of drinks and I watch them as I sip my whiskey.

That’s when I see her join them. Freshly showered, her hair dried into loose curls down her back. She is wearing a black dress made of chiffon. The front dropping into a deep vee showing off her breasts. The skirt is floor length but two high slits come up on each side hitting midthigh. Her lips are painted red. My jaw clenches. She looks like a goddamn Greek goddess. A siren of seduction. And I know those boys are going to have their grimy hands on her.

I slam my glass down in front of me when I get sick of watching her with them. I head up to the bar to order a double when the woman in the seat next to where I’m standing turns to me.

“Hey there, handsome.”

I raise a brow at her as I take her in. Her fake tits barely held into the tight white dress she has on. Her red hair is pulled over one shoulder, revealing perfectly tanned skin dusted with tiny freckles. My gaze lands on her face. Her eyes lined in dark liner, her too-full lips a glossy pink. She is attractive. At least by my old standards. If this was a few months ago I would have her upstairs and naked in my bed within ten minutes but she is nothing compared to Bella.

An all too familiar laugh rings out over the noise in the bar and I glance toward the couches outside. Bella’s head is thrown back in laughter as one of the boys has his arm wrapped around her.

I crack my knuckles and decide to speak to the redhead. “Hello, beautiful.”

She smiles at me and it seems all wrong. Not the smile I want to see. But I ignore it as she talks to me. “I’m Lana.”

“Oliver,” I say, using the name I usually tell women these days.

“Nice to meet you,” she purrs.

I hold back an eye roll as I turn to the bartender and order my drink. “Where are you from?” I ask her, a futile attempt to make conversation.

“LA. Just here on vacation with my girls,” she says as she nods to the women next to her. “And you?”

“London.”

She smiles at me as her hand lands on my arm. “Explains the accent. I’ve always loved an accent.”

“Is that right?” I ask.

She nods as her tongue comes out to lick her lips.

I take the opportunity to lean into her ear as I whisper. “I am sure you would like it even more as I mumble words against your pussy.”

She lets out a soft moan and I know I hooked her. Not that I have any intention of fucking her. But the second she said those words I saw dark hair walk toward the bar. And I know Bella, she doesn’t handle jealousy well. So I made sure to whisper those words loud enough for her to hear as she passed me.

“Maybe we should—”

“Are you really hitting on someone in front of me?” Bella’s words cut off the redhead whose name I’ve already forgotten.

I smirk as I turn toward her. “I didn’t know you were here.”

“Liar. I felt your eyes on me since I sat down at those couches.” Her lips are pursed and I know she is pissed. My mind flutters back to all those times I would be sitting at the pub and women would try to flirt with me. She would get so pissed she would lean over the bar and smash her lips to mine to get them to back off.

“You seem pretty satisfied to have the attention of all those boys. I thought I would find myself some fun for the evening.”

She looks at the redhead next to me then back to me. “She isn’t your type.”

“Excuse me!” the redhead shouts. “But I think you need to leave. I was quite enjoying my time with Oliver.”

“Oliver?” Bella laughs as she glances at me.

“Who are you anyway?” the woman asks her, jealousy taking over.

Bella’s hand lands on my chest, pulling me into her. “I’m his wife. So you better leave him the fuck alone before you regret trying to make a move on my man.”

I hold in my laugh at her jealous rage. Rather liking the fact she said she was my wife. But I know her game, she’s done this before to get women to back up off me.

The redhead seethes. “Well, I suggest you keep a leash on your husband. He’s a douchebag that whispers dirty things into women’s ears.”

Bella laughs at her. “You’ll never even know the dirty things he’ll say.”

The redhead slides out of her chair and yells at her friends to leave. I shake my head as they walk away and the jealousy slips from Bella’s face. I pull her into me and cage her in between me and the bar. “Wife?” I ask.

“You’re an asshole,” she says to me as she fights to get out of my arms.

“You were the one that looked like you were ready for a gang bang with a handful of twenty-year-olds.”

She rolls her eyes at me. “Please, you know I never would have touched them.”

I drop one of my hands to her hip and with the other, I pick up a lock of her hair. “Then why flirt with them?”

“I was bored and you left me this morning in anger. Figured you were done with me.”

“Then why interrupt my flirting?” I ask as I press my hips into hers, forcing her farther into the bar.

“Because maybe I wasn’t done with you. No matter how much I think I should be.”

I smirk at her and drop my face closer to her. “I like when you’re jealous.”

“Oh please. You never would have fucked her. Not when I could feel you drooling over me from the corner.”

“Drooling?” I ask as I drop her hair and my other hand slides between the slits of the dress. “I don’t drool over women.”

She swipes her finger over my lip and I fight the urge to bite it. “Nope, that’s drool.”

I chuckle as my hand grips her ass, my other hand making the same path along her other thigh. I drop my forehead to hers. “Only for you.”

“Are you mad at me?” she asks. “Because of Aria?”

I sigh as I shake my head. “No. I was in the moment but not anymore. How can I be? I didn’t expect you to never fuck another man. Not when you never planned to see me again.”

Her hands trail over my chest, along the buttons of my white shirt. “I’m sorry, Kil. I—”

I cut off her words by sliding my fingers underneath the seam of the lace boy shorts she is wearing. I don’t want to talk about her with other men. I just want to cut both of us off from the world so we can be in our own bubble. Like how we used to be in my townhome in Dublin.

“Kilian, stop. Not here.”

One side of my mouth lifts into a smirk as I slide my finger along her slit. “Why not?”

She looks around. “It’s crowded, someone will see.”

I slide a finger against her clit, wetness pooling on my finger. “No one will notice if you keep quiet,” I say against her neck as my lips trail kisses away from her ear.

She lets out a soft moan as my finger slides to her entrance. “Maybe I don’t want anyone seeing the panties I put on for you.”

My teeth dig into her neck at her words. “For me? So you did have every intention of seducing me tonight.”

Her grip tightens on my shirt as she bites on my ear. “I would have fucked you in the water today but I was having too much fun watching you get angry about me flirting with those boys.”

I drop my hands from under her dress and she lets out a groan of dissatisfaction. I waste no time pulling her out of the bar and toward the steps that lead down to the beach and the rocky shore beneath us.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t want to waste any more time seeing these panties.” I pull her down the steps and hear her giggle behind me. So many fucking memories hitting me. “And I sure as hell don’t want anyone else seeing them either.”

“Then why are we going to the beach?”

We hit the sand and she stumbles behind me, pulling off her wedged sandals as she tries to walk. I turn to her and drop to my knees, pulling off her shoes. “It’s closer than the elevators to the room.”

“Oh,” she says with a gasp as I toss her shoes aside and press my nose into the fabric between her thighs.

“You smell like dinner.”

“Kilian,” she groans as I slip my hands through the slits in her dress and squeeze her ass.

I slide my hands up her body, over her hips, against her slim waist, and over her breasts, pulling at her nipples as I stand. I grip her hand and pull her behind me as I make my way to the rocks. I slip between two large boulders and against the wall where the restaurant sits above us. Dim lights from the balcony light the area just enough so I will be able to see the look on her face as she screams my name.

I press her into the wall with my hips, my lips at her neck, my hands in her hair. I inhale her scent, remembering the times I would come back to my townhome in Dublin and the pillows would still smell like her, months later.

“Do you remember that time I brought you to my roof and fucked you so hard the neighbors turned on their lights and came to see what the ruckus was?”

“Yes,” she moans as I tug on her ear with my teeth.

I smile against her neck before moving to capture her lips, plunging my tongue into her mouth as I hold her possessively to me. Her hips rub against mine, her need apparent. I could smell it seconds ago when I pressed my nose to her sex. I pull away from her, her eyes dazed from the possessiveness of that kiss. I grin at her in a way she knows I am about to devour her. “I think we should do that again.” I look up at the railing about thirty feet above us. “I bet a nice couple is sitting right on the other side of that railing. Let’s see if you can come hard enough you spoil their meal.”

She smiles at me in a way only she ever has, accepting my challenge. “Well then, Casanova, you are going to have to put those dirty words to work. I do believe you told that redhead you would whisper them against her pussy. I suggest you do so on me.”

I smile at her as I drop to my knees. My hands land at her ankles, a featherlight touch as I draw circles around them.

“You know that’s not where I wanted you.”

“Patience, doll. I know you will only be louder the longer I take to work you up.”

“I’ve waited ten years. I think that’s long enough.”

I chuckle as I press my nose back between her thighs. “I had you last night.”

She presses her hips into my face. “That was the appetizer. You said you wanted dinner.”

I bite at her pussy through the folds of her dress. “Touché, dirty girl. But I want to see how close I can make you to coming before I even touch your clit.”

She groans and I laugh as I pull my face away from her center. I slowly drag my hands up her legs until I hit her knees then drag them back down, my touch causing goose bumps on her skin. I finally make it above her knees, my fingers grazing along her outer thighs and I can smell her need. I knew she was wet before but I know she has to be soaking by now.

I brush my lips against her left thigh, causing her body to stiffen. I then twist and drag my tongue to her inner thigh and bite into her flesh a few inches from her pussy.

“Fuck, Kilian,” she moans, her hips gyrating with my teasing.

I smile against her thigh before pulling away and moving to the other one. Soft kisses above her knee leading up to her midthigh before I drag my lips and nose so close to her core. “I’ve dreamed about this pussy for ten years, Bella. Compared it to every woman I fucked. But none of them were you. None tasted as sweet, none tasted as good, none tasted like home. Because that’s what you taste like, fucking home. I want your taste imprinted on my lips forever.”

I watch as she presses her thighs together, trying to find any friction. But I don’t allow it. I press one hand firmly to her inner thigh as I dive under the front of her dress. I lick my way along the seam of her boy shorts and a guttural moan comes out of her. I slide my hand to her ass, clenching one of her cheeks hard before I pull her hips out enough that I can smack her ass. She starts panting hard and I know she is close. So close and I haven’t even touched her. Her panties still on.

I press my tongue against her other thigh, nibbling at the seam of her panties before I pull away and slap her ass again.

“Kilian,” she moans so loudly I can feel it in my gut. But I know it’s not loud enough for the people above us to hear. No, my doll needs to be much louder.

I slip my fingers on the edge of her boy shorts and pull the lace down slowly, my tongue following its path until it reaches her ankles. I nibble my way up her other thigh as I lift one of her legs onto my shoulder. Her hands grip my head, trying to pull me into her but I am not ready to taste her yet, to devour her. I blow a soft breeze against her clit and that’s all it takes for her to fall apart. Her orgasm hits her as she screams my name, her legs shaking.

Her cum drips down her thigh and I finally get my taste. I lick up her sweet cream before sliding my tongue between her folds. Her taste is heaven. “So sweet, doll. So perfect,” I mumble against her wet center.

“Oh my god, Kilian. Don’t stop,” she whispers as I work my tongue along her slit. I don’t touch her clit, my tongue focused on the hole I want to fuck with my tongue. So I do just that. I push her leg that’s on the ground to open wider, while pushing her leg on my shoulder to the side, giving me the access I need to shove my tongue into her core. I can tell she’s close again. Can tell she is ready to explode. I play with her a little longer, twirling my tongue inside her, humming against her lips. When I feel her hands tighten on my scalp I finally touch her clit, sucking it hard into my mouth while I shove two fingers inside of her.

“Oh my fucking god!” she screams as I feel her come on my fingers and tongue. She almost collapses but I use my weight to hold her up. “I can’t… I can’t take anymore,” she pants.

I smirk against her wet lips. “They haven’t heard you yet.”

“How do you know?”

I pull out from under her dress and smile at her. Her juices coating the lower half of my face. “Because no one has said anything yet.”

She looks up, probably to make sure no one is looking at us, then her eyes fall to meet mine. “Then fuck me, Kil. Fuck me into this wall and I promise my screams will be loud enough.”

I shrug, her leg still in my grasp as she tries to move it off my shoulder. “I could, but this is more fun.” I don’t waste a second before I am back under her dress, my fingers pulsing inside of her. I suck her clit back into my mouth and I can feel it pulsing, her body overwhelmed with sensation. I bite on it gently and she groans into the night air. But it’s still not loud enough.

I work another finger inside of her, coating them in her wetness. I fuck her hard, her groans egging me on, making me push harder, suck harder. I quickly pull my fingers out of her and she huffs at the loss. I replace my fingers with my tongue, swallowing all of the cum dripping out of her, but I know it’s not enough. I glide my wet fingers around her ass until I’m met with her tight hole.

“Kilian,” she whispers.

I hum against her lips as I slide one slick finger into her ass. She tenses from the intrusion, but I slowly work my finger deeper until she relaxes, my tongue encouraging her to take more. When she starts to grind her ass down on my finger, I take the opportunity to add a second. A guttural moan comes from her lips, incoherent words follow as I work my way deep into her.

I bite at her thighs as I work her ass, her body nearly ready to collapse from the intense pleasure. I use my shoulder to support her weight as I slide my fingers from my other hand into her pussy. Three fingers at once in a powerful thrust.

“Oh fuck,” she screams so loud I know someone heard. But I don’t stop. She tastes too good and I can’t deny her this pleasure.

I work both my hands in and out of her, finding a rhythm as she curses in Italian at the top of her lungs as my teeth graze her inner thighs.

“What’s going on down there?” I hear someone shout from above and I smile against her thigh.

I know she feels my smile because she says, “You’re such a sick bastard finding this pleasurable.”

“I’m not the one moaning so loud she can be heard thirty feet away over the crash of waves.” I twist my fingers in her ass and feel her entire body tighten. Her pussy sucks my fingers in and I wish it was my dick with how tight it’s pulling them in.

I ignore the pressure in my cock, the unbearable need. It’s hard as a fucking rock but I want her to come. I want her screaming my goddamn name.

A beam of light flashes around us and I know someone must be trying to find the source of the noise she is causing. I waste no time finding her clit when I know she is about to explode. I suck it hard before dragging my teeth along it.

Her screaming my name sounds like it’s coming out of a megaphone. It’s loud, passionate, and I know everyone at that restaurant that can hear her knows exactly what is causing those screams.

I pull my fingers out of her and press a chaste kiss to her cunt before sliding her panties back up her legs and pulling out from under her dress.

I stand up and she throws her arms around my neck as she collapses into my arms. “That was…”

“Delicious,” I say as I pull her head back and smash my lips into hers. I know she can taste herself. I’m covered in her but she doesn’t care. Her tongue devours my own as I support her weight.

Her hand drops to my pants and rubs against my cock. I shudder at her touch and am ready to fuck her against one of these rocks when a shout comes from somewhere near us.

“Excuse me! Who is out here? You cannot be here!”

I pull away from her and a lazy smile hits her face. “Let’s get out of here before we are caught.”

“Who cares?” she mumbles. And I know she is completely sated.

I wrap an arm around her shoulder. “I do. Because I want to go eat and see the faces of all those people that heard you come all over my face as I fucked that pretty pink pussy of yours and that tight little ass with my fingers.”

I see a blush hit her face. “We can’t—”

“Where did my promiscuous little vixen go?” I ask.

She gives me a look like she forgot about that girl. Her eyes dropping until a smile hits her face. “She hasn’t been around since you.”

A beam of light just misses us from behind. “Well, we better get moving before they catch us.”

She lifts her skirt up and skips ahead of me before turning around. “Hurry up, slowpoke, I could really use a steak after that.”

I chuckle as I chase after her.