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“I know,” I whisper, but neither of us moves. Instead, he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him. Nico walks toward the wall, and seconds later, I’m pinned against the cool tiles. “Please.”

“If I fuck you now, he’ll know.” There’s a dark promise to his words, and I realize Nico will more than likely mark me as his lips trail down my neck. “Because I’ll make sure that every inch of your porcelain skin is darkened with my kisses.”

“Touch me,” I beg. I’ve only ever done this myself, feeling the euphoria from a touch. But with Nico, I know it will be far more intense.

“Are you sure?” Nico stops, looks at me, and waits for me to nod. “Lia,” he murmurs softly as he rests his forehead against mine. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

There’s no reason for him to doubt me now because my gaze is locked with his and there’s no fear in my voice.

He lowers my feet to the floor, then presses his body against mine. Even though he’s about a head taller than me, we fit perfectly. His hands trail down my arms in a slow, steady movement that has goose bumps rising up on my skin.

“This is it,” he tells me as his hand snakes around my hip and down between my thighs, causing me to gasp. “There’s no going back,” he says as his fingers taunt me with gentle strokes.

All I can do is nod as pleasure zips through every inch of my body. My head drops back and my eyes flutter as Nico’s other hand grips my chin and keeps my face steady.

“Look at me.” The demand is clear, and I easily obey. “Look at the man making you come.” His words ignite something deep in my gut, and as his teasing fingers slip under the hem of my leggings and panties, I know he finds me soaking wet. “Fuck.” The growl is deep and feral as my thighs start trembling.

“Please.” It’s the only word on my tongue as expert fingers send me into a cloud of euphoria.

“That’s it, my sweet temptation. Come for me.”

His touch sends me over the edge as he strums my body like a musician. And I can’t stop the waves of pleasure rioting through me.

“Remember this moment,” Nico tells me as he pulls his fingers away from me and brings them to his lips. “Because I’ll remember your taste.” He licks both digits clean. “When you’re scared, know I’ll always be here.” And with that, he makes his way out of my room and disappears, leaving me shaking.

Just as I’m about to call to him, I hear guards making their way down the hall and I realize he must have known they were coming. He’s trying to keep me and himself safe. And that’s the only thing that matters.

Chapter 14

Domenico

The room is too quiet.

It’s the kind of quiet that makes you think something’s coming. The kind that crawls under your skin and whispers you’re not alone, even when you are. There are cameras in almost every room, but the moment I arrived, I made sure to spot them all out. I know where he’s watching and where the blind spots are. It’s the only reason I went to her earlier. I needed to see her. To know she’s safe.

Father told me this bastard wasn’t good at running an organization. Now I see just how true that is. It’s as if he’s waiting for an attack. The distrust that runs through this organization should have brought it to its knees years ago. I’m surprised nobody has already killed the asshole.

When the clock strikes in the living room, I glance up to see it’s already two in the morning. The house is enormous, but it’s filled with silence since everyone is in bed, resting. I know where she is, but I can’t go to her. Deep down, all I crave is a taste of her lips, but the moment I try to make my way up those steps, someone will see me. I thought it would be easier, but with the amount of security this bastard has, there will always be a few close calls because I can’t stay away from her.

I sit on the edge of the leather sofa, elbows on knees, staring at the untouched glass of whiskey on the table in front of me. It’s not mine. The Boss left it there hours ago, unfinished like everything else in this place. It’s as if he doesn’t truly live here. Perhaps that’s why he’s looking for a wife, and he’s taken the only woman I will ever love. Only, he doesn’t know I’m about to steal her back.

The living room is grand in a cold, overstated way—black marble floors, gold fixtures, a chandelier too heavy to make sense. Rich people always love to remind you they’re rich. But despite all the opulence, this place still stinks of rot.

I rub a hand over the back of my neck, trying to shake the lingering scent of her from our earlier tryst. I still can’t stop thinking about the sweetness of her flavor. I will never forget it, and I will never let it slip from my grasp.

Lia.

Every nerve in my body is still humming with the memory of her fingers tangled in my hair. Her lips tasted as sweet as the forbidden fruit that she is. The soft, breathless“please”she whispered against my skin before I slipped my fingers deep into the wetness of her body. Tight, needy, and all fucking mine.

I should have never touched her.

And I sure as hell shouldn’t want to do it again.

But there’s no doubt I will. For the rest of my life, I’ll do it over and over again because all I want is her.

The door creaks behind me. I sit up a little straighter, shoulders tensing as I feel a presence enter the room.

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