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I shake my head, inhaling slowly. Even at this distance, her sweet scent invades my nostrils and whispers of heat kindle beneath the towel spread across my legs. “The old Antonio died a long time ago,tesoro. You should have let this one burn with his memories.”

Her head whips back and forth, lips screwing into a pout, before she brings the bottle to her mouth and takes a deep pull. She swallows, licking her lips, eyes pinned to mine. “I don’t agree.”

“You know nothing about me.”

“You’re wrong.” She takes another sip, eyes narrowing as she regards me. “I know that you risked your life going back into that fire to save two innocent women, I know that you killed a man who did a despicable thing to your captive, someone who is supposed to be nothing more than a bargaining chip, and I know that you despise this new version of yourself, the one you think you have to be.”

Every word spears me in the chest, a direct hit to my blackened heart. I’m a monster, how can she not see it?

My thoughts are a jumbled mess, and I can’t seem to extricate a single coherent sentence as she hands me the bottle. “Now have a drink, Toni, and I dare you to prove me wrong.”

Something snaps inside me, the years of restraint and brewing anger boil over. “Wrong? I’ll tell you exactly what kind of a man I am. Right now, even with your ankle shot to hell, the house burned down, unknown men after us, and the memories of your assault fresh in your mind, there is nothing I want more than to fuck you until you moan my name.”

Her mouth curves into a tempting capital O, and I imagine fucking those pretty pink lips, too.

“Does that sound like something a good man would want?”

“Good is highly overrated, Toni.”

And her mouth crashes into mine.

CHAPTER 31

DON’T STOP

Serena

My tongue pushes past Antonio’s clenched teeth, and a growl vibrates the back of his throat as his hand curls around my nape. His tongue meets mine, hungry and savage, matching me stroke for stroke.

Dio, I needed this.

After Otto left me feeling so out of control and helpless, I need my power back and Antonio Ferrara is just the man to give it to me. To bring this powerful man to his knees will be the ultimate revenge against that coward who wanted to take advantage of me.

I’m in charge now, and I want this man.

Could it be the pain meds mixed with the alcohol talking? Maybe, but I don’t give a fuck. I need this.

Antonio’s hands clamp around my hips, and he drags me onto his lap. My towel barely still hangs around my waist, and with nothing but the cotton fabric between us, I can feel his thick cock between my legs.

I grind against him, lost in the heated moment before a flash of white catches my eye. “Your wound!” I squeal.

“I’m fine. I don’t feel a thing.”

My eyes lift to his, to ferret out the lie. I’ve been watching him since I finished sewing him up, and there’s no doubt he’s in pain. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” He silences all further objections with his mouth.

His hands roam across my back, unraveling the towel I wear as a top, and my breasts spring free. His arms tighten around me so my nipples brush against his warm skin, sending jolts of pleasure through the highly sensitive tips. My head falls back as I stifle a moan. There’s no way he earns one of mine before I get to hear him breaking apart for me.

His mouth moves down my jaw line, tongue tracing the curve before finding my sensitive lobe. He draws it into his mouth and nibbles, and heat races to my pussy. Fuck, I can’t remember the last time I’ve wanted someone so badly.

Ever since the moment I saw Antonio Ferrara all those months ago outside the nightclub, I hadn’t been able to get him out of my mind. There was something so tempting about the dangerous mob boss. And maybe, the fact that he was Raf’s brother had something to do with it too. Because clearly, I’m insane.

“I thought you told me never to kiss you again.” A wry grin curls his lips.

“I did. I kissed you so it’s not the same.”

“Ah, I see.” His tongue flicks my earlobe, and goosebumps ripple across my arms.

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