Page 21 of Donned in Black

My heart rate quickens.

His lips are kissable, though his eyes are cold and dangerous.

There’s only one problem… he fucking hit me.

“Back up, Mr. Valentino,” I say.

“Or what?” He arcs an eyebrow, staying exactly where he is.

Or I’ll know for sure you’re just as rancid as your slimy father, I want to say, but bite my tongue.

“Or I’ll get my new boo after you.” I motion to Sal cackling at the TV, and we both share a laugh of our own.

“Please. You may despise me, Ellie Rigiano, but we both know I’m the one that makes you wet.”

I sip at my nearly empty glass. He might be right.

“You know, you were a real hit with the boys tonight. I’m impressed,” he speaks low, like it’s only me and him in the entire world.

“And you showed that you’re more than a hotheaded thug.” I clap sarcastically. “Congratulations.”

“C’mere, I want to show you something.” He nods toward another room.

My thighs tingle at the ask.

I look to the living room first – the crew is all drunk and occupied. They don’t notice. Then I look back to Donny. “Lead the way.”

I can’t believe I said those words. It’s the alcohol, has to be. Except this pull to him gripped me before the liquor did. It’s just helping me admit how much I want to grab his muscular arms and mount myself on him.

He takes me into a room I’ve only visited once or twice. A bedroom less special than mine.

I shut the door behind me and turn to the giant ball of muscle standing over me.

His eyes hold mine, and sparks misfire in all directions.

I can tell he wants me.

I want him. But not until I get even.

Whack!

I slap him as hard as I can across the face, and he remains still as stone, his head tilted from the momentum of my surprise hit. Then I grab him by the collar and pull him in for a kiss.

Chapter 8

Donny

My face stings from Ellie’s slap, and my cock is rock-hard in response.

She knows her little stunt might’ve just warranted a bullet with her name on it, yet she takes the risk anyway.

Her tongue swirls in my mouth right before her perfect lips close over mine. There was never a doubt that she’d be able to resist me.

I press my hand over her abdomen and clench it around her dress. Then I pull it up with one violent tug, exposing her toned thighs and panties. She squirms away from my predatory fingers.

She’s playing hard to get.

I kiss her more feverishly to let her know what she’s doing to me. If she doesn’t open those legs and let in what’s waiting for her, I might punch a hole in the wall.

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