Page 69 of His to Keep
Emilio hummed into his glass and gulped down the liquid with urgency.
“I’d like nothing more than to tear that dress apart right now, Lana.” He nodded to the bar man for another drink.
Her attention snapped to a tall brunette who strutted along the terrace and positioned herself between Jamie and Marcus. Her glossy dark hair poured down her spine like melted chocolate, splaying over her bare shoulders.
She wore, what could only be described as a bandage. The bright white material wrapped her enhanced breasts and finished just below her pert ass cheeks. She handed Jamie a Manila envelope and then traced her lacquered nails down his wide bicep.
Her heart skidded to a halt as the slender woman sidled towards Marcus and rested her palms on his pecs.
Her fragile heart bounced against her ribs. Dizzying, short breathes begged acceptance into her tightened lungs. Marcus’s hands floated to the woman’s waist and he flashed a sly grin. He gifted the woman with a devastatingly sexy smile, as if he knew her.
His chiselled features were like a priceless painting, revealing lust, desire and truth. Fragments of her cracked heart turned to ashes in her chest. Tiny black blobs traced her vision as she stared in shock.
Was she the reason Marcus came to Italy?
Emilio’s fresh scent stirred her attention away from the visual horror show as he encroached her space.
“About that dress, bella signora…I’d like to rip it apart at the seams.” His gold pinky ring clanked against his glass tumbler and he sank the contents in one long gulp.
She had nothing to lose. “Let’s go then,” she mumbled, swallowing back the aching lump in her throat.
Emilio cinched her waist and almost pushed her towards the exit. She looked back over her shoulder with a wilted gaze. Marcus was tearing Lana apart, organ by organ, limb by limb.
Emilio shoved her backwards until she was caged between his arms with her back against the cool plaster. Daring hands glided over the fabric of her tight dress.
The hairs on her neck pricked with a rush of nerves. His starved mouth crashed onto her trembling lips. She opened her mouth to his hungry tongue and wrapped her arms around his sinewy neck, holding herself in place before her legs gave way.
His scorching kiss could wet the panties of any girl, but Lana’s knees quaked because she had finally realised Marcus was a player and they would never reach relationship status.
Breaking their hurried kiss, Emilio’s smoky eyes ate up her heaving breasts, mistaking it for lust. “We go to my place,” he panted.
“Ummm...okay.” She hesitated, dazed by the punishing scene that had brought her entire world crashing down around her. “What about the party?” she mumbled.
“Later, baby. Later.”
His wet lips trailed along her collar bone. There were no electrifying sparks or tingles of dark desire. Adrenaline was keeping this one-sided charade alive, that, and her need to lose herself in another man, to feel something other than heart break and rejection.
Emilio lifted his chin. His fingers reoriented the angle of her face, bringing her gaze in line with his. A roguish smile revealed perfect white teeth.
“That dress is such a turn on, baby, but I need to see you naked. Take it off when we get in the car,” he ordered throatily.
Her fingers twirled through his thick locks. “I’m sure it cost you a fortune? Can I wear it until we get to your place?” She almost smiled. The idea of taking it off for his pleasure was a daunting prospect.
Emilio frowned. “Baby, I would never choose a dress like this for you.” His pupils dilated and his eyes turned as black as coal.
Her eyelids pinged wide. “You didn’t buy it for me?”
“I would never buy a dress that attracts other men to my woman.” His mouth moved to the soft fleshy pad of her ear and he suckled gently. A sprinkle of heavenly heat raced over her skin and she inhaled in a gust of air.
“I’m not yours.” She panted.
The lobe popped out of his mouth and a sexy growl rumbled in her ear. “You will be.”
Lana adored the dress, it was gloriously seductive. It fitted her figure with so much accuracy that it could have been created just for her, but Emilio hadn’t bought the dress for her.
The hairs on her scalp lifted at the root and an uncomfortable sensation jarred her muscles.Who bought it then?Obviously, it wasn’t from Marcus. He had other ideas for the evening.
The guy couldn’t help himself. Perhaps Freddy bought it for her, he wasn’t short of a few pounds. Marcus paid him well and he did have impeccable taste.
