I could tell a part of him was hurting. Because he genuinely wanted something with me.
My body shattered into a thousand pieces under his rock-hard body.
Then I flipped a switch in my head, fucking Vino like it was our last night on earth. I rode him like a cowgirl and kissed him like he belonged to me.
An hour later, he dressed me in his oversized dress shirt. Vino slipped on his boxers, took my hand in his, and led me back to the kitchen.
“Have a seat,” he ordered. “I’ll warm up our meal.”
He threw every cabinet open until he found the wine glasses. Vino poured us each a glass.
I grinned behind my wineglass, watching his tight ass as he moved around the kitchen.
If he knew how much trouble I really was, would he still want me?
Nope.
Vino turned to me. “I took care of Margo.” He winked.
My mouth dropped open. “She’s pretty ruthless. I doubt you got through to her.”
He chuckled. “Oh, baby, I’m as ruthless as they come.”
A chill struck my spine. There was that sinister look again. Like he’d made plenty of people pay for their bad behavior.
I tilted my head to the side. “Did you hit her?”
He placed his hand over his heart like I hurt him. “I don’t hit women.”
Vino didn’t give off those vibes. Never lost his shit and grabbed my neck with two hands like he was going to kill me. I believed him.
Besides, I knew what that looked like firsthand.
“This is another great pasta dish. I know you’ll love it.” He smiled.
I watched intently as he added fresh mozzarella.
My tongue slicked over my lips. “It smells and looks delicious.”
He set the plate in front of me, then joined me by sitting down with his own plate. “Enjoy,” he said.
“I will.”
His phone vibrated. Vino answered, “Dex, what’s up?”
He rattled off a string of words in Italian.
“Say hello to Claire.” He placed the phone on speaker.
“Hello Claire, I’m Vino’s cousin Dexter. You can call me Dex.”
“Hi, Dex.” I smiled.
“Not sure what you did with my heartless cousin,” he chuckled.
I laughed too. “Vino isn’t heartless. Just possessive.”
“Possessive, huh?” Dex laughed.