“I thought a Rossi like you wouldn’t threaten his empire or legacy over some girl. Didn’t you yell at your sister, threaten to kill my partner just to get her to fall in line?”
“Just because I want to fuck you again doesn’t mean I’ll fall for you. I’m not Emilia,” I sneer. “And you’re not as stupid as your partner.”
She doesn’t back up, doesn’t back down. My little mouse is a determined thing. I press my hand above hers on her door frame. She doesn’t even glance at it. Her eyes are on me. “Stop the games, Angelo. You’re in my custody and if you step a toe out of line, I’m going to cut it off.”
“My toe?”
“Or your dick since it seems to think for you right now,” she threatens me, still not looking down.
“You enjoyed it so much last time, I think that’s one part of me you’d want to keep,” I tease.
She takes an uneven breath. “Whatever happened-” she winces. “Nothing happened and if something did.. if ...”
“Cat got your tongue, Topina?” I ask. “Stick it out. Let me see it just to be sure it’s not knotted.”
She glowers at me and tries to compose herself. “Stop, Angelo. Flirting will not get you anywhere.”
“I already said I don’t want to leave,” I croon. “Are you afraid I’m serious?”
“You’re full of ... just stop! Stop!” she insists, slipping into the room and slamming the door, nearly taking off a finger.
I step back, then pull on swim trunks after shucking my boxers. With Luisa around, I’m going to be careful with what I do and say. She’s not an officer I can buy off. That’s clear. She’s making seduction damn hard, too.
She’s not admitting to remembering anything. I can’t use six years ago against her, anyway. If I do that now, then she will not get in any trouble. She could say she was drunk, and I’d look like some sentimental sap hung up on a drunken lay.
It would make me look worse, not her.
But if she caves, if she fucks me while she’s here ... then her bias is clear. She’d either have to admit that she fucked me, or she’d be in my pocket.
Pushing open the French doors in theback, I dive into the pool. I swim a few laps, then roll over to float, only to find Luisa standing there. She has on an oversized T-shirt and shorts. Fuck. I’m going to lose my mind with her here.
Her thighs on display, the tease of knowing what she has on under that oversized shirt. Fuck, she’s killing me. I haven’t gotten laid in weeks thanks to working for my father (thanks to Emilia deciding to turn witness) and being in jail. That’s all it is. I’m just horny and hard up.
Can’t masturbate when sharing a cell without getting some unwelcome advice, advances, or company. Rolling out my neck, I take a slow breath, then drape my arms behind me on the wall of the pool.
“Something you need, Luisa?” I ask.
“You out of the pool.”
“Why? I’m not going.”
“Sure you aren’t. Because your family is known for telling the truth,” she hisses.
I pull myself out of the pool and walk toward her. She looks me over this time, then takes a hesitant step away. “Angelo.”
“I’m not the one who sneaks out of places, am I, Luisa? You did that. While I was in the shower.”
“You were done with me,” she breathes.
I shake my head. I knew she remembered. “Topina, I wasn’t close to done with you. I was going to come back out and have you ride my face. I was going to make you come until you were so exhausted, all you could do is sleep.”
“Lies. It was a drunk hookup that I barely remember,” she says, dismissing it. “That’s all. It’s not like ... It’s not. Put on some clothes!”
“It’s my house.”
“And my rules!” she says, stomping her foot.
I look at her foot, and she looks down at it too, before taking a step back. “Do not comment.”
