Page 15 of Light It Up Red
“Well, whatever happens, it’ll be fine,” I tell Aurora.
“What if my dad ends up having to be the new underboss?” she asks.
My Zio Matteo is a criminal defense attorney, so is my Zia Livvy. They have a firm together. My uncle may be a made man but he’s also chosen to keep his hands clean—as much as he can anyway.
“They’re not going to do that. It doesn’t make sense. Besides, there are other options.”
“Well, it’s not going to be Zio Romeo,” Aurora muses. He’s the current mayor and more on the up-and-up than most politicians.
“Zia Luca is my bet,” I suggest with a nod.
“Makes sense. Now, enough family chitchat. Who and what is the thing you’re doing after dinner?”
“Again, nothing you need to know about.”
“Come on, you know I’m going to follow you and find out anyway if you don’t tell me.” Aurora says.
“Do not follow me.” I direct a manicured finger at her. “I met someone last night. I’m seeing him again tonight.”
“Does he have a name?”
“He does, but that’s all you’re getting out of me. I don’t want him scared off just yet.”
“Lorenzo says someone who can be scared off isn’t worth a dime of your time in the first place,” she counters, referring to her eldest brother.
“He’s right,” I agree.
My head is spinning as I consider what my cousin told me at dinner. My father taking my grandfather’s place isn’t news. But the timing is. I don’t know how it will shift the dynamics in my family, or if it will at all. What I do know is that I’m going to make the most of the time I have with Travis before he finds out he’s sleeping with a mafia princess and runs for the hills. Because, let’s face it, my father is scarier than the devil himself.
I don’t blame anyone for running. It’s the best form of self-preservation.
I lift my hand over the door, knock, and take a step back. I told Travis I was going to text him, but I decided to just rock up instead. I hear his footsteps on the other side of the door and then it swings open.
Travis smiles before his mouth drops into a frown. “How’d you get up here?” he asks while scanning the empty hallway.
“I, ah, my family owns the building. We have a penthouse here,” I tell him and wait to see if he’s still going to invite me in.
His arm snakes out and wraps around my waist. “Get the fuck in here. I’ve been waiting for you,” he says. The door slams shut right as Travis’s lips descend onto mine.
He ravages my mouth, pushing his tongue past the seam. There isn’t anything soft or slow about his kiss. It’s rough, hard, and fast. Like he’s starving and I’m the thing he’s been craving. My arms close around his neck, pulling him tighter against my body. And I moan when I feel his hard-on press into my stomach. I can still feel the effects of last night’s encounter. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting him again. My feet are lifted off the ground, and we’re moving through his apartment. Travis doesn’t break the kiss as his tongue duels with mine and his hands palm the flesh of my ass.
“Fuck, it’s been a long-ass day without you,” he says into my mouth.
I don’t really know what to think of that. So I pull on the ends of his hair instead, deepening the kiss. My body is lifted higher and then I’m falling. Travis follows me down, and we collapse onto his mattress.
This is not how this is going to go this time around. I want him. I want to get the most of this body of his before it’s too late. My legs hook around his waist and I turn, flipping him onto his back. His eyes widen as I straddle him. I lift the hem of my sweater over my head and toss the material behind me.
“You hungry, babe?” Travis asks with a smirk.
“Starved,” I tell him and claw at his shirt. He props himself up on his elbows and helps me peel the fabric from his body.
“Well, now that you have me in front of you, what are you going to taste first?” he lifts a questioning brow.
I drag my nails down the middle of his torso. Damn, this man is cut to perfection.
“I’m going to start here,” I say, circling my fingers around his nipple. “And then work my way down to… here.” I trace that same finger around his belly button. His stomach muscles flex and his eyes darken as I slip my hand under the waistband of his sweats and fist his cock. “Then I’m going to taste this.” I pump twice before releasing my grip and pulling my hand back.
Travis groans as he squeezes my hips until he shifts his focus and unclasps my bra. “You have amazing tits.” He palms them as soon as the straps slip down my shoulders.
