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“Wynter Star.” He leaned forward and brushed his tongue at the corner of my lip. “When I fuck you, it won’t be a quick fuck in the back seat. It will be in a bed, so I can spread you wide and take my time worshiping every inch of you.” A shiver rolled down my body at his words. “I’ll eat your pussy. Then I’ll fuck it. And you’re going to ride me all fucking night.” My mouth parted and my eyes widened. “I want your lips, your pussy, and your body because you want to give it, Wynter. Not because you want to repay a debt.”
Something hot burned deep inside me, causing a dull ache between my thighs.
“Holy shit,” I murmured, my whole body lit on fire. I was almost tempted to beg him to take me to his place tonight. “I’d invite you to start that tonight,” I said, trying to come off seductive but my voice was too throaty. It was coated in thick, deep lust that I felt in the pit of my stomach. “But I have roommates.”
“See me tomorrow,” he asked again, his own voice deeper than usual and his eyes burning with dark flames I felt inside me.
There was nothing and nobody that would stop me from seeing him.
“Okay,” I breathed. “I have ballet class with Madame Sylvie tomorrow afternoon. After that?”
He nodded without delay.
“Text me the address and time.”
He exited the car and came around to open the door for me. For a mobster, he was such a gentleman. The romantic part of me, that lay dormant until I met this guy, was giddy.
Taking his extended hand, I stood up and he pulled me against his tall, hard body. Before I could relish his strong arms around me, he grabbed the nape of my neck and pressed his lips into an all-consuming kiss.
The toe-curling kind.
It was the kiss that songs were written about. The kind that changed you forever.
CHAPTER11
Basilio
Iwalked through my home entrance a little after two A.M. After dropping Wynter off at Yale, I sped down the dark road back to New York City.
Her scent still lingered in the car. It was like a drug to me. Intoxicating and, at the same time, soothing. I never thought there’d be light in my life. All I had ever known was the piercing darkness that was my life. Cruelty that surrounded the Syndicate world. Each Kingpin was known for it, and I was no different.
From a young age I fought against becominghim. My father. His blood was my blood. His monsters were my monsters. Our cruelty was like poison. It ran through our veins until it infected your heart.
More monster than man. It was what people whispered behind my back. Behind every DiLustro’s back.
Yet, in Wynter’s presence all I felt was the warmth of sunshine. Even under the night sky, I swore her golden halo projected sun.
“What are you still doing up?” I asked when I spotted Dante with his feet on the coffee table, watching baseball.
He glanced over his shoulder. “Watching the Yankees lose to the Cubs.”
I scoffed. “You wish.”
He reached over to the side table, picked up a piece of paper and threw it at me.
“Deed to The Eastside,” he retorted, his eyes back on screen. “Your fucking father showed up.”
My shoulders tensed. He was supposed to stay out of that club. Fuck! I hated that fucking nosey bastard. He was so paranoid about everyone, including his own family, overthrowing him and ending his pathetic life that he had to insert himself into everything. Of course, he wasn’t wrong when it came to his family. We hated his guts, me most of all.
“Don’t worry; Liam actually let him believe you already picked up the deed.”
“Why?”
“I guess he hates us less than him,” he muttered. I grabbed a bottle of water and sat next to him, stretching my legs. “Were you out there getting your dick wet?”
I didn’t bother answering him. I wouldn’t talk about Wynter. She wasn’t like other women. Anything that would pass between her and I was only for the two of us to know. She was mine alone.
“So the blonde is it for you, huh?” Dante asked when I remained quiet.
