Page 55 of Runaway in the Mafia
“She’s your sister!”
He threw me on the sofa, and I landed next to the sweet weapon of his.
“She should have fucking stayed home.”
“That’s what I offered—”
“She. Not you.” His gaze sparked. “Oh, I want you here, alright.”
Ah. Ah. Not going to happen.I jumped off the sofa. He pulled me up and shoved me right back. My breath left me in a gasp.What now?He handled me like a doll. The worst part of it was that I couldn’t tell if I hated it or loved it. I crossed my arms and glared. Hopefully, he’d get the message.
He didn’t. “You know. The more you run, the more people I’ll have to hurt.”
You’d think he was talking about what’s for dinner. He looked so damn casual, with one hand in his pocket and the other rubbing his chin, deep in thought.
“You aren’t even bothered by it.”
He traced my cheek with his knuckle. Heat exploded in my face. “You couldn’t have those cookies. I’m sorry I hurt you.” Regret threaded his voice.
“How about drugging your sister or shooting your cousin?” I asked hopefully.
He shrugged. “A man’s got to do what a man’s got to do.”
“For what?”
“Time. With you. Alone.”
“You want to talk to me, you could have done it back home.”
“Don’t flatter yourself. You’re smart. But fucking. That’s what I want. To. Fuck. You.”
Hey Bhagwan!
Those eyes burned through me like he’d shredded all my clothes and thrown me inside a furnace. I pinched my elbows. Something had to pull me out of this spell he’d cast over me. Plus, I needed to fight him. And keep those nipples from peeking through.
“I’m flattered. Your seduction techniques are unique. Do they work with other girls?”
Amusement pulled at his lips. “Don’t know. Don’t care.” He stepped forward and shoved his knee in between my thighs. He was all warm and musky. Leather and sandalwood. Mellow and smooth. Refined, yet unconfined. His arms caged me in and, leaning forward, he coated his heated words against the back of my burning ear. Like a strip of hot wax, they stuck to me. “Did it work with my girl?”
Boom.
It was like he’d hit the switch and full voltage electricity bolted through my veins. Like he’d found the magic words that would destroy me.My girl?The armour I’d built around me, holding this man away from me, clattered, the sound of metal clanging in my ear.
I’d never been anyone’s girl. I shouldn’t have let that get to me. But it did. And he knew it when his gaze found mine. Green glittered with devilish decadence. Everything around us melted. I couldn’t put a place or a time. It was just me and him. I may as well have been standing in a dark cave, with him as the raging fire on my face. His palms burned my cheeks when they cupped my face. He didn’t expect me to refuse, nor did I want to. All that I wanted was him.
Him. Him. Him.
He must have read my inner thoughts, or I breathed it out. I wasn’t sure. But in one motion, he pounced on me.
Good God! I was going down, and all I wanted was to drown.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
VITALE
I’d wanted her for so long it was etched onto my skin. It was the blood that ran through my veins. The hollowness that was left behind when the air emptied out of my lungs. It was the aftertaste lingering on my lips. Ever present. Ever there. She was all that I had wanted for so long that for a second, for just a heartbeat, I couldn’t believe this was it.
Then the made man in me, volatile and greedy, didn’t hang around for sanity to waltz back in. Couldn’t wait for the doubt to roll in. For her, not for me. I could never regret this. In one motion, I was on her, and our lips fused. We went up in flames like we were two elements brought together to combust. There wasn’t anything soft or tender. My fingers crawled through her silky strands, yanked her head, and spun us around. She whimpered, and I caught it within the thud of my pulse. Hot energy orbited all around us, my tongue burned inside her mouth.
