Page 22 of Something Blue

The way he handles me, it’s so forceful, so deliberate. It really turns me on. Until I met him, I never knew I would be attracted to a man who takes control.

Damion was always a little too polite. Slightly disinterested. It was almost a duty for him to be romantic with me and I really felt it.

With Celso, the way he hunts me down - it’s so primal. Like the look he’s giving me now.

“This dress—” he growls. “Did you wear it for me?”

“I - I didn’t know you were coming.” It’s a stupid answer. The answer should be no, but I’mmesmerized by him and the tequila isn’t helping me think straight.

His hand runs up my back, running over my spine and sending a heat wave through me that settles between my legs like a pulsing, urgent need.

I swallow hard.

Fuck. I need to create some distance between us before I do something stupid.

Celso is not the guy you get involved with.

I bite my lip and try turn my head away from him, but he moves boldly, wrapping his hand around my jaw, his long fingers digging into my cheeks.

Celso leans forward and presses his mouth over mine.

For a moment I can’t breathe. I am consumed by the kiss. I don’t even try to fight it or deny him.

My entire body is on fire.

But my logic snaps back into place and I manage to push him away from me.

“What the fuck?” I snap angrily, wiggling from his grasp and turning my back on him.

I don’t wait for his reposes, instead I storm off to the bar to get another tequila to numb away this heightened sensation of desire flooding me.

Thelast thing I need right nowis the media getting a photo of me kissing some mafia goon only a week after my wedding fell apart.

“Tequila.” I snap at the barman, then feel bad for being rude. I throw him an apologetic smile. He doesn’t seem to notice my attitude or my apology.

Celso slides into place next to me, leaning against the bar as though he owns this city.

“What do you want, Celso?” I demand, agitated by his presence and the things it’s doing to my body.

“I want you, Neve. And it’s about time to admitted that we should be together.”

“Be together?” I ask, exasperated by his confidence.

“I know you’ve been hanging out with other guys and I’m warning you to watch your step, my angel. You belong to me. Don’t forget that.”

I narrow my eyes at him as my desire turns into thick anger at his audacity.

“Ibelongto you?” I snap. “Belong?”

What the fuck is wrong with this asshole?

“Neve.” He says, with warning his tone that turns me on even more. Even my anger isn’t enough to quench that need.

“Celso.” I hiss back, rich with sarcasm.

His eyes grow darker than I’ve ever seen them before.

He steps closer and talks down to me. “You are mine. The sooner you accept that the easier it will be for you. Don’t push me, angel.”

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