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I clenched the scalpel tightly and peeled the tattoo off his face with more force than before. My anger at discovering this information had given me an intense determination to complete the task.
“Fuck! I said I don’t know.”
“I believe you,” Ettore said, taking his gun out of his holster and shooting him in the center of the forehead.
I looked at him with an expression that said ‘couldn’t you have waited?’, so I could have moved my hands and maybe extracted more information from him.
“It’s Leone,” Rocco and Felix said simultaneously, doing that weird twin thing again.
“We don’t know that for sure,” Vincenzo said.
“I think we do, though. I fucking hate the Alto’s,” Ettore responded.
And I agreed with him.
Chapter twenty-five
Luciana
Ihadfallenintoan all-too-familiar routine of staying up late, eagerly anticipating Emilio’s arrival home. The front door opening would always interrupt the quiet darkness of the night, and him quickly dismissing a Dino. And then finally, I could slip under the covers with him and bask in the warmth of his embrace.
It appeared to be an even longer night where he wouldn’t be home until three, possibly four am. I needed to give up and go to bed. While changing into my pajamas, I let my mind continue to daydream about Emilio.
I slid on a cute lingerie set I had bought, but had been too shy to show him. It was pink lace, with ribbons that held together the sides of the panties and the back of the bra.
As I searched for something to wear and cover myself, the bedroom door swung open. I jumped back, instinctively covering myself for whoever had just intruded on me.
Emilio stood in the doorway. I hadn’t heard him come in, or dismiss Dino. Had I been too deep in my own thoughts?
“Oh?” He said, shamelessly running his eyes up and down my body. “I hope this isn’t for anyone else but me.”
“Of course not,” I blurted out.
He walked towards me in a way an animal would hunt his prey. Emilio ran his thumb along my jaw, grazing it over my lips before kissing me.
“I better make sure of it,” he responded, before lightly pushing me back on to the bed.
He climbed over me, his muscular frame dwarfing my smaller one as he trapped my head between his large, calloused hands. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he teased me, planting soft kisses along the curve of my ear and down the sensitive skin of my neck. The warmth of his breath against my skin sent shivers through my body, and I couldn’t help but arch my neck towards him, eager for more.
His fingertips traced a path down my curves before reaching the delicate ribbons of my lingerie set. With each gentle tug, he unwrapped me like a gift, revealing my most intimate parts hiding underneath. The surrounding air was charged with electricity as his skilled hands caressed my body, igniting a fiery desire within me.
And then he pulled away. I let out a whine, wordlessly begging him to continue.
He laughed at me as he stripped off his shirt. “Be patient, Jaws. We have all night.”
“Yeah, but…”
I got distracted and was unable to finish my sentence as he pulled off his pants. His bulge was straining against his underwear, begging to be let out, and I was aching to see more.
Going slowly, as if to torture me, he pulled down his boxers until finally his cock sprang free. It had to have been over seven inches, with a flushed red head that was already leaking pre. I was sure it was the hottest thing I had ever seen in my life.
I felt myself clench around nothing, feeling a horrible ache with how empty I felt. In this moment, I knew one thing. I needed Emilio inside of me now.
“Emilio,” I whined. “Please.”
“Please what?”
I gasped as he slid his middle finger inside of me. My body tensed with each slow and deliberate pump, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my core. The feeling was so incredible that I struggled to ask Emilio for what I had initially desired.
