I put on gloves and proceeded to treat his wounds with antiseptic and a cream to soothe the bruises since he had nothing broken. Truth be told, the only reason I even did it was, as betraying as it sounded to Oliver, I longed to feel his hot skin against mine even if for just a second.
The moment I did, electricity ran through us, making me gasp as my body jolted with an awareness I didn't know existed, and at the same time, his eyes blazed with desire.
Maybe I shouldn't have done it after all, as life got a hell of a lot more complicated.
Dominic
Fuck me for choosing this hospital of all places, knowing full well Rosa worked here. However, after a conversation with Vito, my enforcers made sure to inform me the kid had no time to spare and we had to treat him fast. Vito just shrugged, saying he didn't do charity and the kid knew what he got into. We couldn't take care of them all. That might be so, but fuck if I was going to leave him there. Unfortunately, the underground fighting place was twenty minutes away from this hospital, and I braced myself for seeing my love again, although I’d probably scared her more than win her over.
After I had discovered the existence of Angelica Rossi, Anton was sent to Florence and immediately put on duty to watch her every day, every damn second. He would have daily reports for me with where she went, what she ate and liked. He attached various photos too, but I tried not to study those, because if she wasn't my Rosa… I didn’t want to waste this much energy on some random woman. Anton became a shadow that was always there to protect her in case she was mine.
And mine she was.
Here she was, wearing her pink scrubs that only gave a hint of her gorgeous assets, but at the same time looked incredibly sexy on her. I wanted to rip them away and run my palms over her smooth flesh. Her shiny black hair was put in a ponytail, while her makeup-free face aside from mascara on her lashes emphasized the hazel in her eyes.
I almost closed my eyes when her fingers, even gloved, touched my skin and a barely audible gasp escaped her. God, the way she looked at me, as if she craved me without understanding why, killed and awakened my heated heart at the same time. She wanted me. Her body or maybe subconscious recognized me as hers, even if her mind rebelled at the idea, since those folks brainwashed her with the pathetic story of Angelica Rossi.
At least I had that, if nothing else, but with a hospital full of people and the whole history, I couldn't act on my feelings and needs.
“What happened to him?” Her softly spoken words snapped me out of the haze created by her closeness. I cleared my throat and shifted on the seat to hide my growing arousal.
“Street fight.” She winced as she picked up the Band-Aid and placed it on my finger. I’d have to rip off this thing the minute we separated. What kind of man walked around with this when he had one little bruise?
“They should ban those.”
A smile spread on my mouth, more of a grimace. My naïve Rose. “It’ll never end. Sometimes you have to learn to protect yourself no matter what.”
She lifted her eyes from my hand and our gazes clashed, her hazel eyes full of curiosity. Licking her dry lips that she must had bitten relentlessly, if the small patch of puckered skin on it was anything to go by, she asked, “Did you have to do it a lot?”
The flashbacks of my years of captivity played in front of me, and then years on the streets. As much as people hurt me, I learned to fight back, but only when Radmir had taught me. Who knew? Maybe if I’d had these skills all along, life would have been different. Although what kid at the age of six knew this shit? Dwelling on it was a moot point. “Yes.”
She opened her mouth, clearly wanting to say something, but a push from behind her from some angry kid who fought his nurse cut her off. Opening my knees wider, she came between them while my right arm wrapped around her waist. She dug her nails into my shoulder, our lips a few inches away from each other.
She hissed, coming in direct contact with my hard-on, but didn't move away. The light puffs of air coming from her were rapid, as if she clung desperately for control, but why, I had no clue. All I could concentrate on was the familiar fragrance of lavender and roses that always surrounded her.
“I’m so sorry, Angelica,” the brunette woman said from behind her, but we paid no attention. Our eyes didn’t let go of one another, all the while her pulse beat rapidly on her neck. Lowering my gaze, I had a good look at her scars left by the blazing fire she was found in, and I couldn't help but rub my fingers along the puckered flesh, as my lips craved to soothe it with my every touch and kiss. I needed her to have no doubt that she was as desirable to me as before.
“You,” she whispered, and for a second, nothing existed in this moment but us. The hospital sounds and people around faded away. But just like that, it ended, with a doctor snapping the curtain open, a tablet in his hands.
He raised his brow at us, and Rosa pushed back, folding her arms while he shrugged and started to speak. “I’m here to update you regarding your nephew.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I nodded in appreciation to Vitya and Michael, who probably came up with the backstory. These hospitals wanted to give nothing away unless you were family.
“He is in OR 1, and we will contact you once we have some news. I need you to come with me and fill in the paperwork for him.”
“Michael.” Without even a second, my assistant followed the doc outside, but not before winking at Rosa. “Nice to meet you, Angelica.”
She frowned for a second, but then a wide smile spread on her face. “You too.”
Michael blew a kiss to Vitya, who gave zero reaction and disappeared behind curtains. “I will handle some phone calls,” Vitya said, and with a nod to us, left too, leaving me alone with my woman. He must have felt the sexual tension in the air as well, and didn’t want to be part of that.
Good.
I felt the snap of her gloves as she removed them, threw them away into the bin, and pushed the strands of her hair behind her ear. “All done. You can join them now.”
She tried to step around me, but I grabbed her wrists. She hissed as I spun her around to face me. Standing up, I didn't give her the time to think and wrapped her ponytail around my fist, holding her head still while placing my mouth on hers as she opened it to protest.
Her fists hit my chest, wanting to get away from my grasp, but I didn't let her. Instead, her hiss allowed me to put my tongue inside her mouth. The familiar taste of her filled me and I groaned in pleasure. I was a starving man who’d found his first sip of water in a desert, as cliché as it sounded. The dreams of her taste haunted me in my nightmares, as memories were the only things left of our love, or so I thought. Even if nothing else convinced me she was mine, this would have sealed the deal. No one felt like her, and no one else ever would.
