Then I’d have to deal with the super inappropriate, unhealthy, temporary crush I had on Tino Bellomo. Abel Magwitch who had now turned into Jervis Pendelton from Daddy Long Legs. A very dangerous, villainous and oh-so-fucking-hot Daddy Long Legs.
“You and I are having dinner at Leo’s tonight.”
The bow fell off my hand and on the fake grass as I jumped. Tino picked it up for me and sat beside me on the greenhouse bench so relaxed as if he hadn’t just startled me to death.
How couldn’t I hear him come in? The guy was a freaking ninja.
“I know this is your house, but please stop startling me like this.” I grabbed my bow back.
“You shouldn’t be so startled all the time. You need to work on your reflexes.”
I cocked a brow. “Well, not everybody is you, Don Bellomo.”
He glared at me for calling him that. I was crazy to love to tease him. He treated me with kindness, but he was a scary guy who always carried a gun. I saw him punch one of his guards the other day, knocking him down, tooth flying, blood splattering and everything. And that was a man he trusted for years.
“The next time you’re going to disobey me I’m going to bend you on my knees and spank you.”
My eyes widened in shock, an immediate burn to my cheeks, an inexplicable gush of arousal between my legs. “Tino!”
“That’s what brats get in my house, young lady.”
I jumped to my feet, my hands on my hips. “I’m not a brat, and I’m not a little girl.”
His eyes dropped to my chest. “Is that why you’re missing your bra again? To show me and every other fuck in here that you’re not a little girl?”
My jaw dropped. “What the hell? I’m not showing anybody anything. I’m wearing a freaking parka. Nothing is showing.”
He crossed his legs. “I can perfectly see your nipples. Again.”
I glanced down, my nipples pebbling harder with every inappropriate word he was saying. Fuck. He was right, and I hated that he was. With my angry stance the parka moved back and my nipples were pointing out for him to see. Shoot.
My arms jerked to shield my chest, but then instead of pulling the parka to cover myself, I pushed it further back. “It’s my body. I’ll do what I want with it. If I want to show any part of it, that’s my business. You and your men should look away if you don’t like or approve of what you see.”
Face made of steel, he didn’t take his eyes off my chest. Of my boobs with the nipples he made hard. His tongue darted out of his mouth and licked his lip, and a new gush wet my panties. Jesus. Why the fuck wasn’t he looking away?
“Stop staring.”Or don’t. “It’s…”
“Inappropriate?”
“Yes.”
“You said to look away if I didn’t like what I saw.” He got up, towering over me. “What if I do?”
My eyes couldn’t grow any wider. “Tino, what the hell are you doing?”
“Teaching you a lesson.” He stepped forward, and I stumbled back. He kept moving toward me, and I retreated until my back hit the glass. He placed his palms on either side of me, caging me in, his eyes piercing me.
“Why are you scaring me? I don’t like this. I don’t like this at all.”
My chest rose and fell with every gasp. He stared again. “I think you do. Very much.”
Damn you, nipples.
“Stop it. Whatever this is, stop it.”
“Are you sure that’s what you want me to do, Angelina? You don’t want me to stare at your tits? You don’t want my hands on them? You don’t want my mouth you’re staring at now to worship them?”
My pussy throbbed. Fuck him. Fuck the sinful, depraved images he was planting in my head. Fuck what he was doing to me. Fuck my goddamn body that didn’t understand it should never react like that to bad guys who wanted to have me without permission. “Why are you being such a—”
