He breaks the kiss and looks down at me, his thigh still pressed against my pussy, his eyes fiery and dangerously bright.
“My, my you are eager,” he says and I feel my cheeks heat up.I’m sure they’re growing red too.But I don’t care.I just need more of that kiss.That touch.That heat that only he can wake in me.And another, more powerful orgasm, please.
“I want you,” I whisper.“I want more.”
He obliges with another intense, deep kiss that leaves no space between us, not even enough for a breath.But when I press against his leg again, he releases me and steps back leaving my head spinning and my legs unable to hold my weight.He lays his arms on mine to steady me before that becomes a problem.
“Not like this,” he says.“Not in some bathroom.You’re worth more than that.”
Some of the intense disappointment bubbling in my chest fades at those words, but not nearly all.
“It’s better than the trash room,” I mutter.
“Not much,” he says.“Clean yourself up now.We have to get back.”
Then he leaves me alone in the cool bathroom and this time the cold isn’t welcoming.It’s scary and foreign.Is this what my life will feel like without him in it from now on?
I already miss his touch and the warmth of his kiss.But stolen moments in bathrooms, trash rooms, and deep night secret meetings is all I will ever get from him.And the rest will feel like this.Cold and empty and dark.Sunless.
I couldn’t survive that.
I can’t have that.
And I won’t.
He will be mine.Even if I have to leave everything and everyone I love behind.It’s a promise I make myself while fixing the golden shimmer on my cheeks in the mirror.And it’s a promise I will keep.
Chapter33
GIANNA
My sisters noticedsomething was different when I returned from the restroom, because it was and of course they did.But luckily, they didn’t let on until we were back in our apartment and the door was firmly shut on Matteo and the rest of the guards.
There’s always a cold that follows being separated from him.Like when he goes home for the night, or he’s at the other side of the door.It’s even more pronounced tonight and I wrap one of the throw blankets around my shoulders as I sit down on the sofa, looking out at the night sky, looking for at least one star.But the smog and the city lights are proving too much for starlight to beat tonight.
“Come on, out with it,” Chiara insists.“What did you and Matteo do in that bathroom?”
I should probably just say, “Nothing,” and insist on that.It would be best for everyone concerned.
But my cheeks heat up and the soft yet searing emotions rising in my chest at the memory prove impossible for logic to fight.
“We kissed,” I say.“We’ve been doing a lot of that lately.”
Lidia gasps so loudly I’m sure my parents in the adjacent apartment could hear her.And Chiara has a look of shock mixed with something that looks a lot like anger plastered on her face.
“Define a lot,” Chiara says.“And lately.Why are we just hearing about this?”
Not every part of my life should be her concern.But I understand.We’ve always shared everything, kept no secrets, confided in each other in all things.Because each other was all we ever had.
“Three times,” I say.“Once while I was taking out the trash, and he came to my room once.”
“He came to your room?”Lidia asks, aghast.
“It’s why I didn’t want to tell you,” I say.“Better you don’t know anything about this, because who knows what dad will do if he finds out.Probably disown me.”
“And you didn’t trust us to keep this secret?”Chiara asks.She sounds very offended.
“It’s not that… it’s just that…”
