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Rage erupts all over her—I've never seen anything like it—the way her eyes flare like an inferno has flamed to life inside her, her pupils dilate, her chest heaves… It’s how I picture her, wild with need, as she rides me hard.

I push the sexual thought away.

She stalks around her desk. Fisting her hands in my jacket, she yanks me from the chair. I go with the movement. Her intended strategy isn't to slam our bodies together, but I realize too late it's mine.

I have no idea what the hell I'm doing, but I can't make myself stop. Especially as her tits press against my chest and the curve of her torso, hips, and legs fit perfectly in every nook and cranny of mine.

When I rest my hands on her hips, my fingers grip her hard. She feels my steel cock pressed between us and shoves away from me.

Her control has slipped, though. A feeling of satisfaction ripples through me because I can see the want and need in her eyes, which echoes and screams out to mine.

She backs away, pointing her finger at me, circling her desk so it separates us. "Get out." When I make no move, she orders more coldly, "Get out, Vito."

I cock my eyebrow at her. "Afraid of what might happen on this desk?"

Her eyes widen. I'm not butting up to the line, but I'm ready to blow that fucker out of existence.

"I told you before: I don't bend over for cocks."

Running my thumb over my lip, I watch her. Her eyes track the movement of my thumb on my lips, and she licks hers. She hasn't gotten her guard fully back up yet, and I have no intention of letting her.

"You don't bend over for cock, but maybe you lay on your back… legs over the shoulder… for cock? You maybe want a face-connected-to-a-body-with-a-cock buried in your pussy and licking you until you come."

Fuck, I know I do.

"Goddammit, Vito, get out!" Her chest heaves, her hard nipples poking through her shirt.

She looks down at where I'm now staring at the betrayal of her arousal, and she curses like a sailor. She glares at me when I lift my eyes back up to hers. "You're on a mission to get both of us killed, you fucking cunt," she hisses.

"So, is that a yes?" I tilt my head to the side.

Unfortunately, her control is returning. "It's a: I don't want your face, cock, or any part of you. Not every woman will fall onto your dick just because you want it or demand it, Vito."

"That sounds like a challenge." I lick my lips.

Her eyes start to dip to my mouth again. She catches herself, and those gorgeous hazel orbs slam back into mine.

"Here's a challenge, you fucking cunt," she grits. "Get the fuck out."

I chuckle, and my phone rings. I let it go to voicemail, but it starts again immediately.

"Get out and go take your phone call," she tries to dismiss me.

I take out my phone but don't comply with the rest of her order. I answer my phone. "Massimo, now's not a good time—" He cuts me off, and I fall silent and still, listening, then I say, "I'll be right there."

After I hang up, I feel like the foundation of my world is starting to rumble and threaten to collapse.

Eden comes around the desk. Somehow she knows what that phone call was about. Maybe because, for once, my emotions are written all over my face.

"Shit," she whispers. "I'm so sorry, Vito."

My hands clench as I want to roar in denial. Her hazel eyes sear into mine, grounding me and stopping me from spiraling into a well of anger and despair.

Then, I leave to say goodbye toBabbo.

Chapter 14

Eden

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