Page 47 of Veiled Amor

“W-what does it even matter what I call you?”

He couldn’t explain.

The air practically set alight around them, making his skin crackle and his teeth ache to bite her on her exposed neck.

Capone never acted this way by losing his control and never felt as though he was crawling out of his skin if he didn’t have someone.

Only once.

Withher.

Years ago. He’d lost all his control and took something that didn’t belong to him.

He wanted her again. And again.

“Why are you acting like this? You see me talking to a man, and suddenly I’m relevant? Is that what it is, Cap—” He growled a warning. Now she showed signs of the same frustrating anger he felt when she pushed against his solid chest. It didn’t move him back, but her touch burned through his shirt, and he anchored his head lower to better breathe her in.

He felt unhinged. Like a lock had snapped and all the shit he’d held at bay pooled around them, threatening to drown Capone.

Guilt and regret always stacked up when he thought about Lucia. Being near her fucked with his head. Holding up this thing in front of his face, he couldn’t have. This perfect, beautiful thing he was starving for.

“You can’t flirt with him, Lucia.” He threatened, low from his throat. Then amended, “anyone.” Not in front of him. Not at all. He gave no fucks how that made him look. He couldn’t even call on the Holy Mother to help him get back his control. She was sitting on the side-lines watching him go through this shitshow, waiting to see how it turned out too.

“I can’t…” her eyes rounded and then narrowed to accusatory slits when it penetrated what he was demanding. Her hands came to his chest, staying there. “Where do you get off telling me what to do?”

He growled.

She sucked air through her teeth.

They strained against each other, as if tethered by the same frayed string holding them so close. Chains rattled in Capone’s head, feeling the restraints break apart, freeing him.

She smelled incredible and felt insanely good smashed up against his chest. Her tits molded to him, and Capone grew harder the angrier she became.

He was fucking insane and needed a reality check.

But there was none to be found when he leaned in, almost tasting the breath she exhaled.

“I don’t want you flirting with him,” he grit between his teeth. Meaning every word.

“I don’t want you flirting either!” She shot back, pushing against him, clinging to his shirt at the same time. By their own accord, Capone’s hands reached down and gripped Lucia by the hips, angling her in. He didn’t hide his growing arousal as it tented the front of his jeans.

All it had taken was seeing her smiling at another man.

He was fucked.

“Why now, Gi, huh?” She pushed her head back on the wall, rolling up on her tiptoes still didn’t have her at chin level with him. But it meant she grazed against his cock, and they both sucked in a breath. His was pained. Needing her.Fuck, he needed her badly.

Her eyes were wild and full of anger. She let her lips open naturally as she breathed roughly. Capone noticed everything, always had, even unconsciously. He’d always noticed Lucia, and now he couldn’t stop noticing.

“Lucia.” He groaned, putting their foreheads together, angling for her mouth. He saw her gaze flicker down to his, knowing she wanted it too. He was already plagued with the taste of her from the other day. And squeezing her hips wasn’t helping him to get himself back in line. He’d never been a man to put demands on a woman. After enjoying them for the time they were together, he didn’t care what she did after that.

Lucia was re-writing all his fucking rules.

Making him think and act unnaturally, yet it felt right at the same time.

He ached to demand and threaten and punish in ways she would scream her pleasure and make him calm again.

It was then a sadness crossed over her face, and Capone’s gut threatened to explode. He couldn’t take seeing her sad over anything, least of all something he’d said or done.

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