I lick my lips nervously, only hoping he doesn’t hold those views. “I’m not a virgin, Rico.”
“You’re not.” I can’t figure out his tone. My defenses start to build.
“Is that a problem?” I challenge. “Because if it is?—”
He silences me with a hard closed mouth kiss. “Fuck,” he curses under his breath. When he looks at me I see an inferno. “It’s only a problem for the boy you lost it to. Who was it?”
I raise a brow. “I don’t kiss and tell.”
He pinches my chin between his fingers. “You’re going to tell me who you lost it to.”
I roll my eyes. “He wasn’t anyone special.”
“It doesn’t matter. He touched you. I want his fucking head.”
A bubble of nervous laughter escapes me. “Rico, you’re being irrational.”
His lip kicks. “I am irrational when it comes to you.” His hand comes to collar my throat. My pulse jumps when he applies pressure. “Give me his name.”
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
I purse my lips. “The names of the women you slept with. If you can remember them all.”
One second my back is against the mirrored wall and the next I’m down on the mats with my wrists bound above my head and his hand still on my throat.
His nose skims along mine. “You want the names, little warrior?”
“Fair is fair,” I tell him in a sultry tone.
“The only name on my list will be yours.” His lips brush against mine with the confession.
My brows pull together as I stare at him wide eyed. Surely I mustn’t have heard him right. He’s a Made Man. A criminally handsome successful Made Man. It doesn’t seem plausible. Until it does.
“You’ve gone unnaturally quiet,” he says softly. “Does this disappoint you?”
The vulnerability in his voice has me framing his face tenderly in my hands to reassure him. “No. I’m not disappointed at all. Are you disappointed?”
“No,” he says and the pressure on my chest lifts with relief. “I do, however, feel a burning jealousy.”
It should be disturbing that I find pleasure in that. “If it makes you feel any better he was lackluster. I didn’t even finish.”
He lowers his hips. I feel him at my aching and wet core. “He didn’t please you?” I draw my lower lip in by my teeth and shake my head. He hums in response. I lift my hips and he hisses. “I want to please you, but I don’t know where to begin.”
“That’s okay,” I assure him but he doesn’t seem to like my reply.
“Teach me. Teach me all the ways to please you. Make my name synonymous with pleasure. Every moan. Every whimper. The ache that pulses between your thighs. I want to own all of them.”
CHAPTER 30
Rico
She says she was damned the moment I spoke her name. Then perhaps I was damned the moment I saw the tendrils of her hair peeking out of her ball cap under the moonlight. Truth be told I have been ensnared ever since.
Resisting this was futile. I know that. I’ll answer to Constantine and Carina when the time comes. Until then I’ll pretend the consequence of choosing her doesn’t exist.
“You sound eager to learn,” she says, her voice taking on a huskier tone.
