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“What are you sixteen?”
A deep chuckle rumbles his entire chest, the sound so warm and inviting, I sink deeper into his firm hold. The hand on my hip tightens, then his free arm laces around my waist, drawing me closer so that his arousal drives into my ass. I’m so tempted to turn around, to meet that hungry gaze. But I force myself to keep still. I’m already in way over my head, and if I go any deeper, I’m terrified I’ll drown.
CHAPTER23
RUINED
Luca
Merda, I was right. One taste of Stella would never be enough. What the hell was I thinking? My hand tightens around hers as I lead her back to the ballroom. Dozens of curious gazes dart in our direction as we pass. She looks sexy as hell beside me, wearing my jacket to hide the rip in her gown, her cheeks still flushed, dark hair wild. I wish I could have seen her face as I drew the orgasm out of her.Next time….
Cazzo. There wouldn’t be a next time, remember you,scemo? You have rules. You must stick to them.
Technically, I didn’t actually fuck her though. Not with my dick anyway. So really, am I breaking the rules?
I run my hand over my face, and Stella’s sweet scent lingers on my fingers, on my lips. I can’t get it out of my mind. I can’t getherout of my mind.Porca puttana, this is bad. Vinny would string me up if he knew what I’d just done to his sister, if he knew all the fucked up things I wanted to do to her.
But he’s not here. He’s dead.Because of you.
I swallow thickly and bury the dark thoughts before they threaten to pull me under. I’m ready to get out of here. I showed up, I donated, and now it was time to take Stella home.
And do what with her? That same dark voice asks.
Lock her up in her room and away from my throbbing cock.
“Let’s get out of here,” I whisper.
She nods, a shy smile only making her look more gorgeous.Dio, I want to kiss her. Right here, in front of everyone. And then I want to fuck her on my bed, in the tub, on every surface of my cold-ass penthouse until she fills it with her warmth.
“Well, shit, look who’s slumming it with my leftovers.” That irritating, nasally voice sends the hair on the back of my neck bristling. I whirl around, fury pounding through my veins as my gaze settles on Bo.
Stella’s fingers tighten around mine, and she takes a step closer to me. I’m not sure if she’s even noticed it, but it fills me with an absurd amount of happiness. The moment is short lived.
Dante and Tony flank me before Bo takes another step. I tick my head at Tony, and he moves beside Stella when I’m forced to release her hand. I close the distance between Bo and me and loom over thefiglio di puttana,daring him to utter another word about her. Unbridled fury rages through my veins. If we weren’t in the middle of a public event, I’d strangle the little shit with my bare hands. “Never speak about her like that again.” I drop my tone to lethal levels. “She’s mine, and any insult you hurl in her direction is a direct assault onme. Are we clear?”
From over Bo’s shoulder, I catch a few of the Red Dragons skulking closer. No one’s going to make a scene at a gala of this caliber, and we all know it.
My hands fist around Bo’s shirt collar, knuckles pressing into his neck. Barely restrained rage surges to the surface as he glances over my shoulder at Stella and grins. “Are. We. Clear?” I punctuate every word with an increase of pressure to his throat.
“Yeah, we’re clear,capo.”
I release him and readjust my bowtie.
He leans in, that smirk growing in confidence, and whispers, “Just remember my cock was in her mouth first. Every time you kiss her, it’s like sucking my dick.”
Blood red seeps into my vision, and a storm of emotions crashes over me until I’m hurtled over the edge of logic. I pull my arm back and ram my fist into Bo’s face. A crack echoes over the sweet melody of the orchestra, and he screams like a pussy. Deep crimson spurts across his pristine shirt, and satisfaction fills my vacant heart.
I inch closer and he flinches, his hand covering his broken nose. “When I’m done with her, my cock will be the only one she remembers. Trust me.”
Bo’s cousin, Feng, grabs him by the shoulder. “Come on, man. Now is not the time or the place.” Across the dancefloor, I can just make out Jianjun and his men. He dips his head, lips drawn. He must be dying to get revenge for the fire we set that took out hundreds of thousands of dollars in cocaine. Good thing Bo’s father knows better than to make a public scene. Usually, I do too.
Fuck.
One little taste of Stella’s sweetness, and I am ruined.
Dante steps beside me and nudges me in the ribs. “It’s time to go,fratellino. We’ve got dozens of eyes on us.”
I shake him off and spin to Stella, trapping her hand in mine. Her eyes are wide as she regards me. “Are you okay?” I whisper.
