Play it cool. I wasn’t sure I knew how to do that, but I needed to work it out quickly. I’d been in the same room as Finn for two minutes, and I’d nearly been caught out already. Thank God, Max thought I was salivating over Elle.
Hours passed, and I tried my best not to let my gaze linger too long or eye-fuck Finn from across the room, but it was so damn hard. I’d barely been able to pay attention to anyone else or follow a conversation without my eyes drifting to wherever he was. It felt like there was an ocean between us as he stood like a solid wall, with that quiet confidence and stoic expression, next to another Buccini soldier. His presence was all-consuming. My whole world became the steady rise and fall of his chest. Even when I wasn’t looking at him, I was acutely aware of everything he did. Every shift on his feet, every heated glance that ran down my spine, every movement of his lips as he spoke to someone. I missed a question that Gio asked because Finn’s low chuckle floated over the music. What the fuck had that soldier said that was so funny? Did they have to stand so close together? Why were they even talking at all?
“Aiani?”
I blinked, and I was back in the room, still boiling with jealousy. My gaze snapped to Gio, who was glaring at me. “Eh?”
“Did you hear anything I just said?”
“Si, uh, The Leones. They are pushing back in Venice.”
“Exactly. How would you feel about showing a united front? Send a few of your men down with mine?”
I nodded, sipping my drink. “I think it’s a good idea. Show them we are allies, and if they come for one of us, they face us both.”
“Enough work talk!” Olivia interrupted, sliding into Giovanni’s lap. The cold, ruthless mafia boss melted on the spot, his face breaking into a dazzling smile. “It’s your birthday. I forbid it.”
“Oh, you forbid it, do you?” he husked, running his nose along her jaw and tightening his grip on her waist. She giggled, leaning into his touch. “Okay,Bambola. You have my undivided attention. How are you going to keep it?”
And then they were snogging, and I was forgotten. Fine by me. I twisted my neck, pretending to look around the room so I could slip away from the loved-up couple. Finn was leaning over the back of Elenora’s chair, whispering something in her ear. She nodded and waved him off over her shoulder, barely taking her attention off the conversation she was having with her friend, Sephie. Finn straightened, his eyes locking with mine for a brief moment, then made a coded hand gesture to the soldier he’d been standing next to all night and disappeared towards the men’s toilets.
My heart pounded as my gaze bounced around the room, wondering whether anyone else had noticed him leave. Of course, they hadn’t. He was a soldier taking a quick bathroom break. Why would they care or notice? I eased out of the chair. With Giovanni busy with Olivia and everyone else engrossed in conversations or dancing, I had a brief window to slip away unseen.
“I need a piss,” I said to my main soldier, who was watching over me for the night. “Stay here.”
The moment I slipped into the men’s single bathroom, I locked the door behind me. Finn was standing at the sink, and when he heard the intrusion, he glanced up and met my gaze in the mirror. He turned slowly, leaning his ass against the basin and gripping it on either side of his hips. His gaze roamed down my body. Heat flooded my veins at the hunger in his eyes. Thank fuck I had bigger quads to keep me upright, because my knees nearly buckled.
He had told me through texts that he would take this at my pace. That we didn’t have to do anything I wasn’t ready for. That I could lead and he would follow. And that’s what he was doing. He was holding back, his hands gripping the sink so he wouldn’t reach for me, but I wanted him to. I wanted him so fucking much.
Without a word, I closed the gap between us and grasped his face, our lips crashing together in a collision of desperation and hunger. The kiss was clumsy and frantic as our bodies pressed together and his lips roughly devoured mine, as if he’d been parched for years and I were the first drop of rain. I never wanted it to end. This feeling. Kissing him? I could do it forever.
His lips broke away from mine, trailing down my throat as I tilted my head back when he tugged at my hair. I gasped his name, my eyes fluttering shut as I ground my hips against his.
“You’re driving me fucking insane,” he husked against my skin as I ran my hands down the hard planes of his back, feeling the ripple of his muscles. Me? I was driving him insane? “Watching you—”
I didn’t let him finish. I captured his lips again, needing his hunger and the taste of him more than his words. We didn’t have long, and I didn’t want to waste a second. I rocked against him, rubbing our hard erections together, and he groaned intothe kiss. I reached for his belt, desperate to feel him. It wasn’t enough. I wanted to taste him on my tongue, feel him in my throat. I’d never given head before and had no idea if I’d be any good at it, but the nerves were replaced by necessity. I had to have him.
He tore his lips away again, panting hard and grabbing my forearms to halt me.
“Enzo, wait.” His words didn’t match his desperate expression. He wanted this as much as I did. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to,” I growled, thrusting my hips against him again. “If this is all I get with you tonight, I want to at least go back out there with the taste of you on my tongue.”
He threw his head back to stare at the ceiling and swore. I smirked as his grip on my arms loosened, and I dropped to my knees. His chin met his heaving chest, his eyes wild and feral as he watched me take him out and look up at him. He ran his hand through my hair with soft affection, and it made me ache all over.
“You’re so fucking pretty, Enzo. But fuck, this… you on your knees, my cock inches from your lips… you’re wrecking me.”
“That’s the plan,” I said, my chest swelling with pride as I took my first slow swipe at his head and watched his eyes roll. “I’m going to make you come hard and fast, Rossetti.”
Hopefully.
Fuck, the taste of him… I couldn’t get enough. My tongue rolled over his bellend again and again, swirling, flicking, lapping at his pre-cum. He started hissing and swearing above me. His hand tightened in my hair as I took him into my mouth, opening my throat and sliding down his length as far as it would allow.
“Cazzo,” he groaned. “Yes, just like that. So fucking good.”
His praise lit a fire in me, and each time I took him a little further until I was choking and spluttering around his cock,completely full of him. I took him faster, deeper, and my hand twisting around what I couldn’t fit. His thighs shook under my hands, and my eyes were leaking, but I was loving every second. It turned out that giving him head might be one of my favourite things. And from the way Finn was losing all control, he seemed to be enjoying it too.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he warned, allowing me the chance to release him, but I didn’t. Instead, I took him to the back of my throat and swallowed.
