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“I don’t know what to do,” Mae whispered back. I pulled back an inch and looked deep into her pretty green eyes.

“Let me show you how much I want you. I’ll be impossible to resist after that.” Asking her gave her a chance to say no, a window to pull back and put an end to this if it was what she really wanted.

She didn’t pull away. She didn’t ask me to stop. Instead, she nodded.

“Okay.”

I kissed her again, full on the mouth, and then turned my attention to her body. With a hunger to sate, my fingers curled around the waistband of her leggings and slowly tugged them down. Mae lifted her hips, allowing me access to do just that, but I paused when the silver scarring of stretch marks across her abdomen came into view.

Rocco had told me about her attempts to hide her body and the clear disheartened feelings she had associated with them. Just as she reached down for me, possibly to cover herself up, I leaned down and kissed her marks. Each one, in turn, was mapped out by my lips while I pulled her leggings down and clear from her legs.

Her hands slid into my hair, caressing my head as I moved across her abdomen with my lips leading the way.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmured, and I removed her underwear next. Sliding one hand through the small, wiry curls at her pelvis, I dipped between her spread thighs and stroked slowly through her folds. Mae moaned above me and her gentle, caressing hands turned into claws. Pinpricks along my skull sent shivers down my spine, and her thighs trembled around my shoulders.

I kissed every inch of her belly that I could reach while lazily fucking her silken heat with two fingers. Those two fingers became three when I kissed down to her pussy and slid my pointed tongue over her clit. Her moans lifted, then muffled as she slapped one hand over her mouth as if trying to contain herself. With her family upstairs, I understood, but I accepted the challenge and buried my mouth against her pussy.

I wanted her to come apart. I wanted her to shake and writhe and moan, splitting apart at the seams from pleasure all while staying silent. Kissing between her outer lips, I slid my tongue along her folds and paid close attention to kissing each one. Fucking her gently, I moved my thumb over her clit and alternated between circles with my thumb and flicks of my tongue.

Mae started to writhe against me, so I clutched at her hip with my other hand and pinned her in place. She slid one leg over my shoulder and angled it around my head, drawing me closer. I fucked her hard and fast, ignoring the cramp in my shoulder. Mae’s moans pitched, and her hand in my hair turned into a fist and pulled.

I groaned in surprise. She yelped, and then she came hard with a muted cry that escaped quickly past the fingers in her mouth. Sweetness gushed over my tongue as I continued to lick against her, and she trembled against me like a leaf caught in the wind.

After a minute or so, Mae finally slumped back down onto her couch, panting, and I kissed her clit.

“And what does that tell you?” I asked as I lifted my head and kissed the inside of her thigh that remained draped over my shoulder.

“It tells me,” Mae panted, “that I can’t make any decisions when I’m near any of you because you make my mind mush.”

“Is that right?” I smirked and lazily kissed up to the inside of her knee. “Well you taste just as good as I hoped, and I can promise you one thing.”

“Oh, yeah?” Mae’s face was flushed a deep red, and her eyes twinkled at me like brilliant gemstones. “What’s that?”

“I can promise you that I am not done. And I don’t think I ever will be.”

19

ROCCO

“This had better be good.” Striding into the office, my grandfather sat behind his desk with his phone in hand and a deep scowl plastered across his face. When he glanced up at me, he raised one hand to silence me and then returned to his call.

I shot Dino a for fuck’s sake glance and then sought out my own phone to send a quick text to Jian. He remained back in Baxton, watching over Mae while I had traveled to the city in order to attend Vito’s demand for a meeting. Returning to the city was always the goal, but my mother was, as of yet, unable to leave the house, and I wasn’t fully coming back here until she was ready.

This was merely a stop off.

“Yes, thank you.” Vito ended the call and turned to me, clasping his hands on the desk. “Rocco. It is about time you joined us.”

“I won’t be staying,” I replied. “I’m only here because you refused to tell me what you found over the phone.”

Vito’s office was on the top floor of this building, and the beauty of New York stretched out like a concrete ocean from the windows that lined one wall. Squinting in the late afternoon sun, I paced toward the window and loosened my tie.

“Straight to business, then,” Vito remarked, and his tone was sour.

I glanced over my shoulder. “Do you want to do familial pleasantries? Ask about each other’s day and find out what I ate for lunch?”

“It wouldn’t kill you,” Vito remarked.

“No, but it did kill my father, or did you forget why we went to war in the first place?” I snapped.

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