My eyes locked on hers.
I stopped breathing.
Fuck, this woman is beautiful.
“That’s not a nice way to speak to a man who fucked you until you were sore and shaky,amore.” I grinned.
“You’re insane.”The contempt in her voice competed with her harsh, red flush.
I had seen her that night.I knew she was a gorgeous woman.But right now, she looked like a breath of fresh air.Her beauty was unearthly.Her two-piece was a buttoned-up blazer paired with a short skirt.The blazer molded against her tits, the top undone buttons generously displaying the cleavage of her voluptuous teardrop tits.Her wavy, dark brown hair was styled in waves, dropping past her shoulders.
And that fucking skirt was short?It was scandalous.
“Get out of my office,” she gritted.
“Nope.”
I strode toward her, aching to breathe in the same air as her.She didn’t shift as expected.Her hard, burning gaze was pinned on me to give the impression that she wasn’t scared of me.But the constant flushing of her cheeks, her fluttering lashes, and hitching breath sold her out.
“Do you stalk every woman you fuck?”She threw the question at me sternly.
I halted before her, catching a whiff of her rose and citrus scent.“Only the one I’m obsessed with.”
She exhaled.“I don’t know how else to say this—wait...”She closed the gap between us, peering harder at me.
Silence ensued between us, then was interrupted by her gasp.“I know you...”
Took you long enough, amore mio.
“What’s your last name?”Her voice was shaky.
I smirked.“Romano.”
Her eyes watered.I wanted to reach for a teardrop with my tongue and lick it off her face.Her lips parted in shock as she staggered backward like she had been smacked across the face.
“No ...no ...no...”
“What’s the matter,amore?”I cocked my head to the side.In the blink of an eye, I closed in on her, wrapping my arm around her delicate waist.
I sniffed her in.
“You are him, Domenico Romano’s son.The Mafia Don,” she whispered.
“More or less,” I murmured, glancing at her full, glossed lips.
“Please, just go.”She pushed at my chest, but I tightened my grip around her.
“I’m not going anywhere.”I lifted her with ease, planting her on the surface of the minibar behind us.I pushed my frame between her legs, causing her breath to hitch.
I ran my hands up her naked thighs, burying my face into her neck and reveling in how she shuddered against me.
“What do you want?”
“It’s easy.”I grinned.“I came to ask you to marry me.”
She froze.
My knuckles brushed her cheek, gliding across it airily before I cupped the back of her head.Our noses brushed, heat coursing through my veins at the light contact.Her scent, her essence, the lushness of her hair all turned me into a madman.I tugged her into me by one of her legs, desperate to feel her body crushed against mine.
