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I lower her to the bed and she whines when our lips break apart. I lean down and kiss a path down her body, gently squeezing her breasts through the dress. I lower myself until I am kneeling on the bed before gathering her dress and pulling it up her waist to reveal her naked pussy.

Fuck!

She didn’t put her panties back on after our little game back at the casino. My breath catches and I force air into my lungs when my eyes connect with her glistening sex.

She’s wet… no, she’s dripping and I can barely hold back the need clawing at me to taste her.

“God damn it, Amore,” I growl, leaning in and pressing my face to her sex, breathing in her intoxicating scent and committing it to memory. I nuzzle her with my nose until her folds part to reveal her little swollen bud. “You smell amazing baby, I bet you taste even better.”

“Roman!” she screams when I lean in and drag my tongue over her wetness, her hips lifting to meet my starved lips.

Fuck! She tastes even better than I imagined. As her taste explodes on my tongue, I find myself addicted pretty fast.

I trail my hand up her stomach to her breast, pinching her little nipples over her dress as I drag my tongue through her swollen sex.

More…

I need more of her taste… of her scent.

My innocent Angel.

The thought of corrupting her has me almost spilling in my pants but I hold back. I am not going to come until I am balls deep inside of her.

Fuck! I can’t seem to get enough as I slide my tongue over her sex, sucking her bud gently. She bucks in my arm, her cries growing with every suck and I find that I can’t stop.

I don’t want to. Not until she comes apart in my arms. It doesn’t take long before Ivy digs her finger into my hair, pulling hard as she fucks herself against my face.

“Roman, Oh. God!” She screams a second before her thighs close over my head, her body trembling as I lick her through her climax.

She rides my face until her body calms down. I place a gentle kiss on her inner thigh before drawing back from her and completely climbing off the bed.

My eyes are on her as I begin to unbutton my shirt. This is what I need.

She is what I need, and after I’ve had her tonight, there is no letting her go. Anyone who wants her will have to get through me first because there is no letting Ivy go.

Not when I just found her.

Chapter Seven

Ivy

Is this it?

God, I’ve been running and hiding for so long. If I knew these were the arms I would run into, perhaps I would have come back to Vegas a bit sooner.

If I’d known that in these arms, I would find a peace unlike anything I have ever felt before—that they would put all my worries to rest and make my heart and body tremble with a need to be closer to him—then I wouldn’t have resisted when he showed up.

It feels like a dream.

Roman feels like a dream. One I haven’t had before.

This is not the same man who I was raised to fear. At forty, he is one of the youngest crime bosses who has ever led the Italian Mafia; his cruel and wildly arrogant reputation precedes him. However, it’s hard to reconcile the man whose hands have held me and caressed me with such care—with the same man I’ve been told likes to slice people open with a small blade.

His words, so gentle when they address me, so patient…

I look up to meet his eyes, which are fixed on me, as he unbuttons his white shirt to reveal a glorious amount of tattoo-covered muscles.

He’s perfect and…he wants me.

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