Page 42 of Stolen Kisses
He’d look for me.
That guy he saw me with was Franco. Our getting to know each other started out with taking walks in the afternoon.
If only Dante knew how that story had turned out.
My heart was so full. Filled with everything.
I stood up and walked around to him. He watched me with keen curiosity and I remembered that same conversation when I told him to impress me with stupid money.
Money wasn’t anything, and really he’d always impressed me the whole time. I was just too stupid and selfish to realize it.
I stepped closer, inches away from his lips. Him sitting down gave me an advantage. An advantage to fulfill my very own fantasy.
I closed my eyes and moved even closer, pressing my lips to his and God did my knees go weak.
The second our lips touched heat washed over me and all my years of curiosity over what it would be like to be with him rose to the surface.
I had to pull back, when I did I noticed the dark desire in his eyes and realized he wasn’t that boy anymore.
The boy I used to know.
He was Dante, one of the capos to the Chicago Mafia Boss.
And I was nobody.
“What was that for, doll?”
“You impress me. I’m just not anyone to impress. I never was.” I stepped back. “I should go. Flynn needs me.”
I backed away and turned to go.
“You owe me more than a kiss.” He said stopping me in my tracks. He stood and walked over to me. That lock of hair fell over his eye giving him a sexy edge. “The way I remember it was this, you said I could touch you wherever I wanted, anywhere I wanted and do whatever I wanted to you. All that if I made six figures a month. Well sometimes I make seven digits, so I’m taking more than just a kiss and the offer to do whatever I want to you.”
I didn’t realize I wasn’t breathing. Not until he reached for me and bunched my camisole top up so tight it pulled down revealing my bra and the huge swells of my breasts.
“More?” I was surprised he remembered that and surprised I could talk.
He lowered to my ear and whispered. “I want you. I’m having you, claiming you and making you my girl. I’m taking everything, and if your mine, your son is mine too.”
My heart squeezed and in this purely heated moment I felt the deepest gratitude. I turned my head to face him and the second I did he reclaimed my lips, crushing his lips to mine. Kissing me properly. Kissing me with so much more of everything that was missing from the nervous, chaste kiss I’d given him moments ago.
The kiss turned hungry and truly erotic when he swept his hot, slick tongue into my mouth. My knees buckled and he caught me, moving with me over to the wall where he pressed me right up against it and deepened the kiss, sizzling and scorching me clean.
When he moved back, I thought I would die from the loss of contact.
He gave me a cruel smile and rested his hand on the wall beside me.
“Flynn,” he said. “He’s the only reason why I’m stopping. I’ll take my own sweet time with you, to fuck you properly next time. Be ready next time. Capisce?”
My damn cheeks burned and I swallowed hard. “Capisce?”
He moved his hand away and I had to will myself to move.
Flynn.He was the only thing that could make me move right now.
On shaky legs I walked away, looking back over my shoulder to see he was watching me.
Watching me the way a predator would when it’s prey was exactly where it wanted it and I felt it.
