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“Feel like it too.” I kick the door shut, shedding my jacket, and drop onto the couch beside her. My arm brushes hers, and heat flares under my skin, instant and fierce.

She shifts, facing me, her knee bumping mine. “What’s going on? You’ve got that face like you’re about to snap someone’s neck.”

“Close.” I lean back, running a hand through my hair “Found out who fucked my car. Vinny, on Henry’s dime. He is dead now, but not dead enough. And Henry’s teaming up with Ricci. That bastard who sent his dogs after you.”

Her face hardens, jaw tightening. “Ricci? Thought you scared him off.”

“Thought so too. He’s back, and he’s got plans. Big ones.” I meet her eyes, holding them. “I’m taking him down first. Before he takes me.”

She nods slowly, processing, then smiles. “So, what, you’re here for a pep talk? Or just to brood on my couch?”

I laugh and grab her wrist, pulling her closer. “Maybe I just wanted to see you before I start breaking skulls.”

“Lucky me,” she mutters, but she doesn’t pull away. Her pulse jumps under my fingers. “You’re a walking disaster, Adriano.”

“Been a mess since I was born.” I let go of her wrist, leaning in, my voice dropping. “Want to hear something fucked up? Something I’ve never told anyone?”

Her eyes spark, curious. “Spill it.”

I pause, the words hard to voice. Then I let them loose. “I noticed you before I should’ve. Back when Sophia was still here, when we would come over and spend time with you or when I dropped her off. I saw you even when I didn’t want to. The sneaky glances at me over pizza boxes, the lingering stares andunending questions. You were too young, too close to her, and I hated myself for it. But I saw you. Those legs, that laugh—fuck, even then, you got under my skin. I’d grill burgers, flip them fast, just to keep my hands busy so I wouldn’t stare too long.”

Her breath catches, eyes widening. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious.” I scrub my face, the memory stinging. “Sophia was everything to me. You were hers, and I still couldn’t stop it. But that night she caught us? I wanted you on my lap more than I’ll ever admit. When she died, it crushed me—guilt, rage, all of it. I thought it’d kill whatever I felt for you. It didn’t. You stuck, Penelope. Even when I tried to shove you out.”

She stares, quiet, then murmurs, “That’s heavy.”

“Yeah.” I press my forehead to hers, breathing her in. “My world’s built on secrets. You show nothing—weakness, want, it’s a death sentence. But with you, I don’t give a fuck. I trust you. Completely.”

She grabs my shirt, pulls me in, and kisses me hard. Her lips crash against mine, fierce and needy, her tongue pushing past, tasting me. I groan, hands sliding to her hips, pulling her onto my lap. She straddles me, her heat pressing through her shorts, setting me on fire.

“Fuck, I want to make you feel good,” she says, voice husky, hands roaming, nails scraping light. “Tell me how.”

I tilt her face up, locking eyes. “You want to make me feel good, cara? Get on your knees. Show me what that mouth can do.”

She slides off, dropping between my legs, hands tugging at my belt. I lift my hips as she pulls my pants down, my cock springing free, hard and throbbing. She licks her lips, staring, and I tangle my fingers in her hair, guiding her close.

“Suck me,” I say, voice rough, firm. “Start slow, take it deep.”

Her lips close around me, warm and wet, and I groan loud, head falling back. “Fuck, yes, like that. Harder.” She sucks,tongue swirling, sliding deeper until I hit her throat. My hand holds her tighter, watching her take me.

“Deeper,” I growl. “Let me feel you choke.”

She moans, the sound buzzing through me, and pushes further, gagging but eager. Spit slicks her chin, and I thrust shallow, then I’m fucking her mouth, messy and perfect, and I thrust up, fucking her mouth slow, watching her eyes water.

“Good girl,” I rasp. “You’re so fucking good at this. Look at you, taking my cock like it’s yours.”

Her hands seize my thighs, nails digging in, and she tugs me closer, breathlessly diving in again, sucking harder, more urgently. I’m losing it, heat coiling tight in my gut, but I grab her shoulders, pulling her up. “Not yet. Climb back up here.”

She scrambles onto my lap, her shorts gone now, her bare pussy slick against my cock. I grab her ass, spreading her, and slide her along my length, not entering, just teasing. She whimpers, rocking against me, desperate.

“Tell me what you want,” I say, biting her neck, sucking a mark.

“I want you inside me,” she pants, hands clutching my shoulders. “Please, Adriano.”

“Take it then.” I lift her, lining her up, and she sinks down, slow, tight, swallowing me whole. We both groan, loud and raw, and she starts moving, riding me hard, her tits bouncing under that tank top.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I snarl, grabbing her hips, bringing her down harder. “Tight and wet, just for me. Say it.”

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