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Too late, because my plan was already in motion.
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
MATTEO
Ifound Ari at the planetarium, and much to my dismay, she was no longer wearing those fuck-me heels.
Although, she didn’t need them to get me all worked up because my cock was already hardening, arousal thrumming low in my gut at the sight of her.
Bent over the table, it looked like she was jotting down notes. She was barefoot, her hips swaying with the music. The soft material of her white dress gave me a glimpse of her panties with hot-pink print that readBite me. The flimsy material clung to that ass, tempting me to do exactly that.
I could only imagine the front view with that tight dress she wore, her generous breasts pushing against the white material.
The dim lights of the planetarium reflected against her mane, making it look like twenty-four-carat gold.
God, that hair.
Long and thick. I wanted nothing more than to wrap it around my fist. Right the fuck now.
Tension hardened my jaw as my cock begged to feel her pussy again.
She owes me, the devil on my shoulder claimed. I agreed. It was thanks to her that I ended up locked up tonight. Yes, it was temporary, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat, but she still ought to be punished.
I strode over, stopping directly behind her, and closed my eyes for a moment while her scent seeped into my lungs.
My cock strained against my zipper and my fingers burned to touch her.
“Miss me?” I whispered and she whipped around, her assignment forgotten. She stared at me with eyes wide open and her mouth parted. Fuck, at this rate, I’d rip her clothes off and thrust into her in the next breath.
“How… They let you out?” Her voice was breathy. Her chest rose and fell with every hard breath. My eyes fell down to her chest, her lacy bra under her dress playing peekaboo, taunting me.
“Baby, I thought you’d be happy to see me free,” I drawled, a hard edge to my voice, tauntingher. This had to be a two-way street.
“You thought wrong,” she murmured, moving to turn her back to me.
With a growl, I tugged her hair, just the way I knew she liked. “Stop these games, Arianna, or you won’t like how it ends.”
I’d called her by her full name, and judging by her expression, she didn’t like it.
“It’s already over,” she hissed, her eyes flashing angrily. “We’re done here.”
Giving in to the urge, I wrapped her hair around my wrist the way I’d fantasized these last few weeks.
“We willneverbe done,” I grunted. “Fucking ever. Now kiss me.” When she made no move to do so, I brushed my nose against hers and said softly, “Kiss me until I’m sick of it.”I’ll never—fucking ever—be sick of it.
“No.” I could feel her resistance faltering in that one single word.
“You know you want to kiss me. Stop fighting it.” She shook her head, panic reflecting in those coral-blue eyes. “You can lie all you want, but it’ll only cost us time.”
Her gaze narrowed. “It doesn’t matter what I want. I’ll hate you and myself if I kiss you now.”
She closed her eyes as if to block me out, but I refused to let that happen. There would be no more distance between us.
“Open your eyes,” I commanded. She refused, and I lowered my head, taking her bottom lip between my teeth and nipping it.Hard.Her eyelids flew open, the resistance in her eyes hardening.
“You don’t get to demand anything of me, Matteo Vitale. You areengagedto my sister! And as long as you are, you need to stay the hell away from me.”
Her chest heaved with her words. I’d never seen her this upset, this angry, but I was angry too.
