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The smile on Emilio’s lips drifted away, and the intensity of his wicked gaze swathed her mind. His lust was inviting, and his evident desire pushed into her thigh.
As his juicy lips devoured her, a surge of guilt twisted her gut. He just wasn’t Marcus. Admittedly, he was an Italian god, but he wasn’t meant for her, nor she for him.
A little voice of reason popped into her thoughts. Her best friend Amanda would tell her to go for it. Lana wasn’t going to marry the guy, she was just planning a night of mind-blowing sex. Isn’t that how her journey started—the path of consensual sex with a stranger?
Emilio grabbed her hand, tugging her out the front door and down to the pebbled driveway, where several pricy sports cars were parked facing the exit. She hoisted up her dress at the thigh and dropped into the passenger seat of the blood red Lotus.
“You don’t have a driver?” she asked, sliding the seat belt over her chest.
“I just bought this little beauty.” He winked.
Emilio pushed the start button and revved the engine to a mechanical purr. His grin matched that of an excited school boy until he turned to face her.
“Now, what about that dress. Off. Now!” His eyes blackened.
Her heart pounded hysterically.
Marcus would never commit, he proved that once and for all. She wanted to take the bull by the horns and have some fun. To put the past behind her.
She slowly unhooked the clasp and pulled the halter away from her breasts. His intake of air was loud and raspy. With a tentative tug she wiggled the remainder past her belly and angled her hips to the roof, so she could slip it under her buttocks.
It was no easy feat in the cramped passenger seat, but Lana managed to finally nudge it over her knees and let the dress rest on her stilettos. Emilio grunted with approval as she turned on her hip to face him. Her full breasts were on display and a lacy triangle covered her black mound.
“You are so sexy. I’m going to enjoy fucking you.” He continued to rev the engine, with his hands wrapped tightly on the steering wheel like he was holding himself back.
In a heartbeat he lunged forward and smashed his mouth over hers. A sweet taste of amaretto and alcohol swirled between them. His tongue traced the inner rim of her top lip with a scorching passion.
The reality jolted her heart and her pulse raced through her body at high speed.
Lana wasn’t ready to move on.
Just as she readied herself to retreat, Emilio’s lips smacked loudly as they were brutally ripped away. His body was yanked backwards, and he was violently pulled from the driver’s seat.
Her breathing became erratic, and she watched him tumble helplessly to the ground.
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Marcus stood over Emilio with his palms balled into fists.
His eyes cut to Lana. Her fingertips immediately brushed her swollen lips.
Emilio scrambled to a stand and swept a hand through his dishevelled locks. “What the fuck, McGrath?” he growled, preparing himself for warfare.
Ignoring Emilio, Marcus glared at her as she tried to cover herself with the flowing red material. It caught on her pointed heel and she tugged vigorously in the confined space. His chest heaved with blinding fury.
“Get out of the fucking car, Lana,” he roared.
His fists clenched and contracted as he marched around to the passenger door. Lana gulped, her throat tightened. The car door flung open and Marcus grabbed her arm with an unforgiving pressure. He heaved her out of the bucket seat and held her tightly until she could stand for herself.
“What are you doing, Marcus?” she blasted.
Her naked body trembled, and her chest expanded as she breathed with short sharp blasts.
His nostril flared and his jaw locked tightly. He stared in silence, dragging his eyes from her bare breasts to the black lace thong. In one swift movement, he tore off his polo shirt and chucked it towards her.
His chest was on show, each rippling muscle contracted with a ferocity that sent an unexpected thrill though her muscles. A bright moon lit up the villa from behind and cast shards of cool silvery light across the still sea.
Warm air ruffled her wavy hair and prickled her unprotected skin. The weighted silence between them was fuelled with unsaid words.
