What the hell did he mean when he said we’ll be meeting again?
6
Antonio
Vivienne is like a ghost, haunting me even in this moment.
Hard as I try, it’s a losing fight trying not to think of her. She’s like an itch etched beneath my skin, driving me insane in the most intoxicating way possible.
I close my eyes, trying to push her out, but the memory of her laughter and the way her emerald-green eyes spark with mischief keeps resurfacing.
I force myself to focus on the woman kneeling in front of me and sucking my cock, but every time I do, I’m reminded of the curve of Vivienne's smile—the way it lights up her entire face.
And her delicate body pressed against mine.
The way the swell of her breasts heaves when she breaths, her curvy hips and heart-shaped ass. That girl is a fucking goddess, I swear. She’s not the type of woman anyone can easily forget.
No. She’s the type of woman who leaves footprints wherever she goes.
She has a mouth that is too smart for her, and she’s so fierce. No woman has ever challenged me the way she did last night.
I could see the fear in her eyes. Despite that, she managed to hold her own against me even in the face of death.
I have a feeling she’s about to become the object of my obsession, and I plan to put her to good use.
The woman in front of me starts to pump, licking the tip of my cock like it’s a blowpop. Nothing she does moves me the way thinking of Vivienne does, so I close my eyes and pretend it’s Vivienne kneeling in front of me.
I imagine her taking me in so deep that I can feel the back of her throat and her small hands wrapped around my cock.
Fuck, thinking of it is ecstasy. I want her so bad.
With each stroke, I lose himself deeper in the thought of her—her soft skin against mine, her voice, filled with that intoxicating mix of sass and kindness.
I can almost feel her warmth enveloping me, igniting something primal and raw. It’s nothing like I’ve ever felt before.
But just as I’m about to lose myself completely, the door swings open with a loud creak. Lorenzo, Luca, and Dario enter, their boisterous laughter shattering the fragile moment like glass.
I groan in annoyance, and the woman scrambles for pieces of her clothing, flushing in embarrassment. She’s a stripper I met at the club last week. Our first sex was good, the second even better.
But it’s not been the same since I met Vivienne. I don’t want anyone else but her.
“What the hell?” l growl, irritation clawing at me as I snap my eyes open. I quickly push away the image of Vivienne from my thoughts and glower at the three guys. “Have you guys ever heard about the thing called knocking and waiting for permission to come in? You should try it.”
Lorenzo raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Didn’t mean to interrupt your...private time, Nio.”
“Yeah, really,” Dario chimes in, laughter bubbling in his throat. “What were you thinking? You’re usually more discreet. Imagine I walked in with my wife?”
“Enough!” I bark, heating up with embarrassment as I tuck my cock inside my pants. “Sick bastards.”
The woman, now fully dressed, casts a wary glance at me before slipping out of the room. The door clicks shut behind her, leaving me alone with these three assholes and the frustration simmering just beneath the surface.
I let out a frustrated sigh. I’d been so close to getting the release I’d been wanting for so long.
“He’s been acting strange ever since he met the Cole girl,” Luca says. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say she has something on him.”
“Sounds like an obsession to me,” Lorenzo jokes. “Who’d have thought a day like this would come? The almighty Antonio Mancini, obsessed with a woman.
“Let’s just get to business,” I snaps, trying to redirect the conversation. “We have more important things to discuss than my personal life. What do you want?”