Page 59 of Runaway in the Mafia
VITALE
My hands fell flat on the mattress instead of naked skin. Memory foam and microcoils beneath me when I wanted it to be velvet and silk. Even before my eyes sprang open, her absence stabbed into my chest like a knife in an open wound. A steady hum of anger built beneath my fingernails.
I’d known it was coming, but the reality was still too fucking intense. My hand fisted around the sheets and found them still warm, but I knew she’d already checked out halfway through our last fuck.
With a groan, I flipped onto my back and ran my hands over my face.Fuck!They still smelled like her. Frustration rattled through my nerves. The whole damn room breathed her scent and I hadn’t even got a taste of her. I’d only fucked her thrice.Thrice.What was that compared to a million times?
I’d fought it all. I’d fought not to come because I felt her pulling away like a physical ache. Something made her mood swing the last time we fucked. She checked herself out. This wasgoing to be our last time. I felt it. Saw it in her eyes. And fuck if I was going to come and give her a way out. But of course, my fucking dick couldn’t stick to the plan. Nor could my brain cells by losing consciousness. Even when I knew she’d slip out when I was out.
Her fucking defiance was turning into heartburn. Those walls of hers had gone up clattering and clamouring like metal barricades. I’d had the best night of my life. But she’d decided it wasn’t worth hanging around for. Left me so I could wake up to sunlight and an empty bed. Well, if she didn’t want me, I didn’t want her either.
That thought lasted all of two minutes of the tick-tock on the wall. I didn’t care if she wanted me or not. I was having her.
It wasn’t a choice.
I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. My throat tightened, and somewhere in my chest, a metal clasp unfastened. Despair rolled in, and the smoothness of the night before rolled out. Like a fucking flat losing air. My hands trembled when I searched through the bedside table for a cigar. When the Zippo lit, the flame wasn’t steady. The first puff of nicotine of the day did nothing to quell the turmoil lining my stomach walls.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
My gaze dropped to the floor. My shoulders sagged with the weight of it. Is this what Carlo had felt? This pure, unrelenting need to fuck. I growled at my dick.Can you fucking give it a rest?But now that I’d had her, heard her sultry moans, had her fingers scraping along my skin, had her pussy clenched on my dick… there was nothing I wouldn’t do to have her. Again. And again. I’d done everything I could to not become him. But suddenly I didn’t want anything else. And the best part? She had melted against my skin like butter into a hot pan.
Mia ammaliatrice.
A temporary reflex, apparently. Three fucks further, she was thinking of running away. Her mistake. She’d given herself to me. There was nowhere in hell she could run that I wouldn’t catch her. Fuck her and drag her the fuck back home. If I had to, I’d chain her to my fucking bed. Because one thing was clear. Any doubt I might have had was cleared up. She was no one else’s other than fucking mine.
AHANA
My face burned like I was under Delhi’s scorching heat. I didn’t need to pick my gaze up from the bed to know the dark rage crowding the doorway belonged to him. The man who’d made me come so hard that I could still feel the aftershock like an earthquake long past.
Awareness crawled all over my skin. In case I mistook it for my imagination, goosebumps rode along to prove it. I wrapped my arms tighter around my knees. Clasped my elbows with my palms and ducked my head. Tried to give my full attention to Lia moaning about her tiredness. But inside me, my thoughts whirled like a twister. Decadent memories and delicious insinuations filled it. Olive skin, bronzed chest, strong, lightly dusted hands. All of this without even counting his weapon of destruction. The one between his legs. I could build a shrine around it. To have him inside me. When he had been so hard. And he had been hard.For me.
“Well, hello,” Lia piped up. I took a deep breath and, against my better judgement, lifted my head.Are yaar!He stood there just in his boxer briefs. The thought that I’d seen him with far less made my skin heat. Something he caught with hisentire attention on me. I burned under his microscopic glare. Scandalous words likeI’ve got a new addictionand made for my cockheated in my ears.
“You want to know how my night went?” Lia asked, immune to everything.
“No.” His tone was harsh. Tight. Almost angry.
“Well,buon giorno, fratello mio.I’m telling you anyway.” Sarcasm dripped off her tone as she frowned at her brother. “I’m so tired, Vitale. I feel so disoriented and have a monster of a headache.”
“Don’t blame me for catching something.”
She frowned. “Hmm…” Her hands pinched her forehead. “Maybe that’s it.”
“It is. You’re always at the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“Wow! You’re ruder than your usual self, and that’s saying a lot. Bad night?”
“Great.”
She tilted her head. “Oh, what happened?”
“Plenty.”
“Geez, Vitale.” She kicked off the bed and walked up to him. “At least you slept well. Ahana and I didn’t.”
“Yeah?” His gaze was on me. I flicked past it to comb the wallpaper.
“Although…” Lia paused, and my heart skipped a beat. Suspicion streaked all over her face when she stepped closer to her brother. “Good in your world means you killed someone. Did you?”
