Page 73 of Runaway in the Mafia
I turned back. The place was deserted. Weirdly, he had no men here standing guard. The only man was inside, and the other one had driven out of here so fast he was probably at Ada’sby now. A step was all I took, but it was like he had eyes on me because the iron gates at the end of the driveway closed. How was this man always a step ahead of me?
I could do this. Just storm inside and tell him he can’t just marry me. Then storm back out. Simple as that.
I had left a man who had shattered me into pieces. This should have been a piece of cake for me.
I stormed inside, the door swung shut, and I stumbled to a stop.
The place was pitch black.
“Vitale?”
Silence. Of course, he wouldn’t bother to answer. A spark of fear lit inside me. I groped around until I hit a wall. But no amount of following it along found a switch underneath my hands. Wrong way, maybe? I turned to go the other way and smacked into another wall. A breathing, cedar-scented, moving wall. He was incensed with fury. Yet a sigh of relief filled me with his presence. A warm arm wrapped around my waist and body walked me back blindly, confidently, into another room. My back hit a wall. The arm abandoned my waist.
“I’m beginning to think you have a thing for walls.”
“Hmm.” A warm rumble rolled over my skin. He was still close. I could smell him. Could feel his heated whiskey breath on my neck. “You against a wall…” he moved closer. I could feel it without touching him. “With my dick in you.”Shit.“Anytime,tesoro.”
“I can’t—”
“No.”
“You don’t even know what I was going to ask.”
“Get out of a wedding? Runaway?” My face heated, and I was glad it was too dark to see. “I think not.”
“I was going to ask if you could put on a shirt.”
A dark chuckle. “Double no.”
“I can’t believe you.”
“I know. Annoying, right? When people don’t follow orders.”
“You are acting like a kid.”
“Fucking juvenile. What can I say? You make the child come out in me.”
“This is never going to work.”
“I beg to differ.”
His hands heated my skin. Crawled up my thighs and slipped inside the satin between my legs. A rough groan spilled out of his whiskey breath when he traced his finger along my line. “Next time, we’ll do it doggy style, okay?”
“There is no next time or now.”
“Keep telling that to your dripping pussy.” He didn’t warm me up. Proved he didn’t need to by inserting three digits inside. They slipped in smoothly. My thoughts scattered like marbles on the floor. I couldn’t even remember why I’d come here. I couldn’t even be bothered to bury the moan spilling out of my lips. “You know,” he hooked his fingers lazily. “My nickname for you is so…” he rotated his fingers. “Perfect.” His hair slid along my neck as he nipped at my shoulder, leaving another set of marks, no doubt, in their path. “You really are a fucking witch.” I shook my head mindlessly from one side to another. Could he please put more pressure? Or not. What did I want? I rocked my hips, but he pulled back an inch. “What’s the magic potion you brew to keep me lapping after you like a fucking dog?” His tone dripped with anger. He crawled his hand into my hair and yanked. “You know the only thing that keeps me sane, barely…” His voice rumbled all dark and seeped like warm whiskey he’d consumed. “Is knowing you want me to.”
I shook my head violently.
“No?” He pulled out. Entirely. His body shifted off me. He wasn’t far. Maybe a breath away from me. But not close either.
“Go then.” His tone was tight. A glance to the side and I found a soft glimmer of light on the floor leading me down a path to the doorway. “Now, Ahana.” He growled angrily.
I couldn’t move.
He cursed loudly. “If you’re not out of here on the count of three.”
“One.”
