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He slightly leaned back, taking the crown off and putting it on my head. I felt a pang of disappointment. It had felt like he belonged there, like we were supposed to be melded into each other.
It happened so fast I barely processed it. One hand entangled itself in my hair, while the other pulled me into him, and his lips crashed against mine.
This wasn’t anything like our wedding day kiss - it was full of passion and desire. We were lost in each other, completely consumed by the raw intensity of one another.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, trying to get myself impossibly closer to him. Everything in my body began to heat up. I started absentmindedly grinding myself into him, subconsciously chasing the pleasure I needed.
He pulled away from me, chest heaving up and down. “I think we should head home now, Jaws.”
And even though Emilio had stopped us, his gaze said something completely different. His eyes had blown out, and he was looking at me like he wanted to eat me whole.
Chapter eighteen
Emilio
Fuck.Ihadsurvivedshootouts, sat through high stakes negotiations, and killed men, but the hardest thing I would ever have to do would be to sleep next to Luciana in this bed and not fuck her.
But she was still a virgin. She was definitely not ready for sex yet, and I was holding true to the promise I made her - I was going to have her begging for me our first time.
I took a long shower before bed and spent plenty of quality time with my hand. My mind’s eye was filled with Luciana as I emptied my load against the cool tile wall, the shower quickly washing away any evidence of what I had done.
After achieving a bit more clarity, I slid on my pajamas. I crawled under the covers next to Luciana, who had chosen the worst possible night to wear her most revealing sleep attire. It was a cropped tank top that would sometimes ride above her chest, and bottoms with so little material they could barely be called shorts.
Fuck.
I outstretched my arms, and she buried herself in my chest. Normally, I would get home and she would be sound asleep, and I would wrap my arms around her from behind. This was foreign. It was…oddly intimate.
The thought of doing it with any other girl sounded awful. But somehow, with Luciana, it wasn’t bad. Holding her against me eased what was on my mind and made everything feel right.
I couldn’t help myself. It was selfish, but I wanted to taste her, feel her lips against mine just once more tonight. Gently, I lifted her chin and leaned in to kiss her, capturing her lips with mine. I gripped the back of her head, deepening the kiss as my hand trailed down her body, her skin soft beneath my fingertips.
My lips were rough and insistent against her perfectly soft ones, the contrast between our mouths igniting a spark of desire. My hands stayed strong and possessive on her skin, trailing over every curve and dip as if mapping out her body. I could feel the heat radiating from her, fueling my own passions and driving me to explore every inch of her.
I was getting hard again. This had to stop.
I abruptly pulled my lips from hers. “It’s bedtime,” I said, flipping her over to our normal spooning position.
She let out a small noise that could only be described as discontentment.
“Goodnight, Jaws.”
“Goodnight, Emilio.”
Her voice came out soft and sleepy. I hoped her dreams would be filled with sunshine and daisies, everything beautiful that she so deserved. I prayed she wouldn’t dream of the man who hid under the covers, a monster next to her innocent soul.
I slowly stroked her hair, watching as each strand danced in the moonlight that streamed through the curtains. Her waves felt like silk beneath my fingers, a stark contrast to the rough callouses etched deeply into my palms from handling guns and knives.
I hadn’t been to the field in years. It reminded me of happier times, before my mother ran off and left me when my father died. The two of us would play on the grass, then eat a lunch that she had packed.
Back then, I thought she had loved me. But when she ran off without taking me after my father died, I saw the truth. I was a hinderance, a ball and chain tying her to him.
I didn’t know why I had brought her up to Luciana. Memories of my parents had been buried deep within me, and I hadn’t spoken of them in years.
I’d make it a point to not talk about it again.
Our group gathered in Ettore’s office, awaiting news on the shooting that had happened at the gala. It was the normal crowd - Vincenzo, Rocco, Felix and myself. We were a bit of an odd crew, bonded by years of friendship and loyalty to Ettore, our leader.
Ettore opened his office door, an irritated look on his face. “Sorry for being late,” he said. “Unforeseen circumstances.”
