Page 81 of Masked Hearts

The stupid smirk still lingers on her face as she looks up at me. “What?” I ask, annoyed that she’s finding this funny right now.

“Still sounds like jealousy. Besides, why would he use me when he knows my dad’s plans?”

“Because.”

“Because?” she asks, looking up at me innocently. The way her whiskey eyes drink me in is everything but innocent, they look like a cover-up for what’s really going on in her head.

“Because you’re important to us.”

“Us?”

“Yes, my brothers and I.”

“Oh,” she says dejected before she looks away from me, backing up slightly.

I realise my error instantly and curse myself for not just saying what I really meant. My hand grabs her jaw and I guide her face until she’s looking at me again. “Me. You are important tome.”

Like magnets, we clash together. My lips are on hers, and her fingers instantly find their way into my hair.

“Cazzo, I love it when you do that,” I groan against her lips.

She smirks, pulling even more until there is no space between us.

The little whimpers she lets out as I let my hands trail her body drive me to the brink of madness.

Well, thebrinkis a loose term as I reach behind her thighs and hoist her up so that they wrap around my waist. Once the warmth of her core reaches where I’ve so poorly been concealing my semi, I’m back to rock hard in seconds, fully contemplating fucking her right here in the stairwell.

“Let’s go home?” I pull back to ask.

“No,” she says without hesitation before glueing her lips back to mine, grinding against me.

I pull back completely, using my hand to grip onto her hips to stop her actions. “Tesoro, I’m either going to blow in my pants or fuck you right here if you keep doing that.”

“Then do it,” she says as her lips start their sweet assault on my neck. Her gentle nipping and sucking has me dry-humping her like a school boy.

“Theá…fuck,” I say, trying to pull back, but she digs her nails into my back, clearly with the hopes of stopping my retreat. “No, stop,” I say, and in under a second, I’ve put her down and moved against the opposite wall.

She’s staring at me, confusion clear across her face. She looks flustered as she pants and tries to pull her dress back down. I’m sure I look no better as I rake my fingers through my hair, hoping to make it less noticeable. “You deserve better than a quickie in the stairwell,tesoro. And I’d kill anyone if they even got a glimpse of your pretty pussy.”

Her eyes are wide as she stares at me, unsure of what to say or do next. I grab her wrist and pull her back into the restaurant. “We’re leaving.”

“I can’t just leave, what about the party? And my bag?”

I ignore her questions and rush back towards the bar, where thankfully Enzo is no longer. I spot Valerie, Natalia, and Selena standing and talking near the staircase.

Valerie’s eyes meet mine as we approach.

“We’re leaving, sorry to bail on the party. Nat, could you drop off Theá’s bag tomorrow?”

Their eyes shift between Theá and I, but Valerie must sense my desperation because she starts nodding. I take it as the yes I need, and then guide Theá out.

“That was so embarrassing,” she says.

I stop in front of the McLaren and spin to look at her. “Would you rather I told them I was rushing home because I want to sink my dick into your warm pussy?”

She stares at me wide-eyed and mouth agape.

I open the door. “No, I didn’t think so. Get in the car, Theresa.”

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