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I grip her jaw tighter, my lack of restraint in direct correlation to the increased blood pulsing in my dick.

She licks her lips, her mouth curving in a coy smile. “Get on your knees.”

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IVY

I’ve never achedfor a man’s lips to brush mine more than I do right now. That’s why I deny myself, opting for Salvatore to kneel before me in a far more carnal, yet emotionless act that won’t further weaken my psychotic heart.

“Get on my knees?” he grits out, the veins in his neck pulsing.

“That’s what I said.” My voice is a throaty rasp, the chemistry throttling my vocal cords. It’s as if karma’s decided to take retribution after all my years of one-night stands, making me crave the only person in this world I shouldn’t.

His hand falls from my face, his gaze smoldering with a level of hunger that’s intoxicating. “This won’t be a quick kiss,mi reina.”

I wouldn’t expect it to be. Not with him. With how he indulges me.

Then again, what is time? It’s just a construct, right? Does it even exist?

A few months ago Salvatore Costa wasn’t even a blip on my radar. And now he’s everywhere.Everything.

I can’t take a breath without it being consumed by him. My thoughts aren’t even my own. They’re nothing more than building blocks to a growing fixation.

He grabs the waistband of my jeans with a grin and yanks my hips toward his. Sharp. Rough. “I’m going to fucking devour you.”

The birds awaken, squawking as if matching his severity, the commotion increasing until my ears feel ready to bleed.

“Wait.” I plaster my hands to his chest. “Someone is here.”

He slides his hands over mine, his rough calloused palms the most delicious friction. “It’s a departure.”

I frown, my tummy tumbling, my lust lusting. “Catarina is leaving for the night?”

“No, not Catarina.” He glides his touch to my wrists, coaxing my paranoia to the surface with the lack of elaboration.

“Then who?” I raise my voice over the increased aviary screeching.

He holds my gaze, his stare calculated.

“Who, Salvatore?”

His jaw ticks. “Remy and Olivia.”

I slowly twist my wrists from his hold. “Liv wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye.”

“She would if I demanded it.”

Demanded it?“Why?”

“I didn’t appreciate her interference.”

“Are you talking about the dinner conversation? She was just looking out for me.”

“You’re more than capable of looking out for yourself.”

I snort. “One would assume as much, but given the poor decisions I keep making—” I wave a hand between us. “—most would argue.”

“If my first reason doesn’t suffice, consider their expulsion a decision to take my turn to have you all to myself.”

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