Page 174 of Kissing the Villain

Like he was afraid he would lose me.

He slid his thumb between my wet slit, spreading me open with his fingers, and his cum dripped out of me. He glanced at the Knights and said, “Just so we’re clear, this changes nothing. She’s still mine.”

The following day,Marcello poked his head into my bedroom and stared at me from the doorway. He was handsome, with smooth olive skin, high cheekbones, and those pretty blue eyes. Board shorts sat low on his hips. His muscles were displayed in a cut-off tank top melded to his thick chest. My mouth watered as I appraised his body.

He rested his palm on the doorjamb and tapped his fingers against the wood. “Are you ready, princess?”

I smiled so hard my cheeks hurt. “Come in. I have to get dressed.”

I dropped the charcoal pencil on the sketchpad and slid off the bed. Marcello was by my side, his hand extended. His skin was rough but warm as our fingers connected, and I wanted to do a lot more than touch his hand. He held my gaze briefly, then lowered his eyes and cleared his throat.

He followed me into the bathroom. I rubbed the charcoal from my skin, filling the sink with black streaks. As much as I loved working with charcoal, it was so damn messy.

When I spun around, Marcello dried my hands with a towel. Our eyes locked as his skin brushed mine. A heat wave spread down my arms and went straight to my thighs. The air sizzled between us, palpable energy that ignited whenever we were this close.

I slipped from his grasp and entered the walk-in closet through the bathroom. Stripping off my dirty shirt, I flipped through the hangers, looking for something decent to wear. I dropped the tank top on the floor, then remembered I wasn’t wearing a bra.

Marcello moved behind me, his body so close I could feel the heat radiating off him. I stood painfully still and sucked in a deep breath, wondering if he would touch me. After that night’s dream, I hoped he would run his hands up and down my body. He was so talented with his tongue that I wanted a repeat.

Reaching behind me, I grabbed his hand and held it at my side. I felt him tense against my back. He was so tall he could see over me and was probably staring down at my bare breasts. Did he want to touch them? Would he? I closed my eyes, my chest heaving as I struggled to catch my breath.

He bent down, and his warm breath ghosted my neck. I tilted my head to the side, shoveling the hair off my shoulder.

“Marcello,” I choked out.

“Hmm…” He muttered as his fingers brushed down the length of my right arm.

“Does this make me a bad person?”

Continuing his slow exploration of my body, he moved his hand onto my hip, resting it there for a moment before his fingers grazed my belly button.

He sighed. “You’re not a bad person, Alex. Just confused about what you want.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t feel so confused if I’d had a choice from the beginning. I wish I had gotten to know you, too.”

Marcello dipped his head down until his lips trailed across my neck, making my nipples pebble.

“Do you want me, Marcello?”

He nibbled on my earlobe. “What man wouldn’t want you?”

“I didn’t ask about other men.”

“Yes, Alex. I want you.” Marcello dropped his hands from my body. “We need to go. Sonny is waiting for us at the harbor. He doesn’t like to be late.”

Our little bubble popped, and my heart sank to my stomach. I was so damn horny because of my stupid medicine. At least, that was what I kept telling myself because my desire for Marcello grew stronger each day.

“So it’s just us? Kali texted me last night. She has to attend a political function for her dad’s campaign.”

“Yeah, just the three of us. Bash and Damian don’t go anywhere without Luca or Kali. Cole is at York Military Academy with his dad. They're reviewing the new curriculum for the next semester. Drake’s stuck at the office working on his new AI software. And Sonny’s brothers were probably never going tocome, anyway. They’re worse than him and usually sleep half the day.”

“I prefer smaller gatherings. Crowds give me anxiety. Just the three of us sounds good to me.”

I grabbed one of my new bathing suits from a drawer and paired it with a red tank top that showed my cleavage and black spandex shorts. Marcello helped me tie the bikini top into place and gave me an appreciative look as I turned to face him. His eyes wandered from my face to my breasts, then back to my lips.

My skin burned from one look. I didn’t miss his intense gaze as I slipped from my pajama shorts into my bikini bottoms. He’d seen me naked before. It wasn’t like there were any barriers between us.

“See something you like?” I asked Marcello with an evil grin, pulling a pair of black spandex shorts over my bikini bottoms.

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