God, I’d like to eat her soft pussy until she screams for mercy and she’s liquid with desire and satisfaction.
My tongue touches her lips and she whimpers, allowing me entrance, and I deepen the kiss, stroking her mouth. She clings to me, and I gather her closer, one hand tightening on her waist, and pulling her flush to me, my erection already a solid bar between us, pushing against her soft stomach.
She stands on tiptoes to get nearer, and I’m so undone by a sweet kiss from a girl far too young for me. A girl as untainted by my mafia world and its dangers as a dove.
I imagine taking her on a bed, slow and patient, driving her to the edge of madness. Here, fast and desperate, my fingers on her clit tipping her over as I pound into her welcoming cunt. Filling her with my come and giving her my baby.
Ruining her for any other man. Owning her.
She matches my kiss, her tongue playing with mine, cautious but growing in confidence. She digs her fingertips into my chest through my shirt, and it feels like a magic that seeps into me, burrowing into my usually cold heart.
“Dante.”
“Tesorina,” I echo her, my voice a rasp. She’s so incredibly perfect. She’ll feel amazing. If I take her here, willing, eager, we can retire to my rooms. I’ll woo her with treats and prosecco, and tell her how she’s my good girl. And in the morning…
She’ll regret it. She’s been drinking.
And I won’t be able to let her go, I realise in a flash of insight. She’ll be dragged into my world. I can’t do that to her.
I have to stop this. Now. For her sake.
I wish I was twenty years younger. Hell, ten years and less blood on my hands would do. But taking a girl the same age as my niece home to be my bride is beyond even my moral bankruptcy.
She’s younger than most of my tattoos.
I pull away.
She blinks up at me, almost dazed, then stiffens and withdraws, rubbing her arms with her hands as though she’s cold. “Sorry. I crossed more lines than a hopscotch endurance athlete.”
A surprised bark of laughter jumps from my chest.
I didn’t think I could like this girl any more than I do, but then she’s funny as well as quick thinking and resourceful?
I’m smitten. She’d fit right into me. The vision of her lying over me, her dark head resting on my pectorals and the flow ofbrown hair down my side, mixing with the lines of my tattoos is a siren’s call. I want that so much. I want to see her face as she comes and feel her tummy swell with my baby.
I take a step back. “We’d better return to the party.”
“Sorry.” She sounds miserable.
“Nothing to apologise for.” Despite my best intentions, I can’t resist touching my thumb to her cheek. In a hoarse murmur, I tell her the truth. “Tesorina, you’re too young and innocent for a man like me.”
I hardly sleep for regretting my decision and making plans to have Ruby after all. Then, remembering that she’s far too young for me, but that I can’t live without seeing her, I consider stalking. Then I decide to woo her in some old-fashioned way. Like dinner, chocolates, red roses, and kidnapping.
So I’m up early, having coffee and pastries on the terrace when Lucia takes the seat next to me.
“Wedding went well,” she comments. “But you look tired.”
I grunt a response.
“You promised me nobusiness,” she adds neutrally.
“Sorry about that.” I glare out at the gorgeous blue lake in the pale morning light, but instead of thinking about how I broke my promise to not have a gun at the wedding, I wish Ruby were by my side rather than my sister.
“I’ll find a suitable punishment for you,” she says lightly.
“It was a precaution to keep everyonesafe,” I reply grumpily. Realising the love of your life is off-limits will make a man irritable.
There’s a short silence where I stew in my own bad mood. This is entirely a hurt of my own making. I shouldn’t haveallowed myself to get so close to Ruby yesterday. It’s causing issues with letting her go.
