Page 42 of Runaway in the Mafia
It was fucking meant to be.
My hand gripped her naked waist, pinning her to me. It may have been rough, but she was fucking velvet beneath it. She froze. I inhaled. Her scent was intoxicating. Fucking scorched me. Deliriousness burned in me. Insanity pulsed between. And in that moment, I came to a decision.
Fuck it.
Fuck Mamma’s orders. Fuck Carlo’s genes.I was going to fuck her.
My body vibrated with my decision. She gasped and yanked back. The front of her saree stuck to my chest. I followed her gaze, and my lips twisted.Nonno.Divine intervention. I rarely wore a tiepin. But something had made me reach for my grandfather’s tie pin in the morning. It held on to yellow silk like a death grip, like the man himself had his hands fisted aroundit. Her breathing was shaky. Uneven. Her breasts heaved in and out. The air was electric. The sexual tension explosive.
“Oh.”
We both jerked our heads to Divya. I frowned.
“When did you come, Vitale?”
Not yet.“Just now.”
“And this happened how?” She nodded to Ahana’s hand on her saree, entangled in my pin.
“I fell,” she squealed, and I had to wipe my hand off my mouth to cover that grin. She was so fucking nervous.
Divya obviously thought so too. But she had manners, so she walked off to the counter to get a glass of water.
“Can you just remove your tie?” Her eyes were big. Pleading. I almost wanted to oblige her.Almost.
She sighed at my devilish silence and stepped closer. Hands fumbling withNonno’sprecious tiepin. She was making a mess of it. I let her. Small pieces of glittery stuff were on her saree, all gold and shimmery. My shirt and coat were coated in it. I’d probably walk out of there like a fucking carnival.
She was perfect. Her height, custom-made for me. Her soft hands were on my ribcage for a second. I got one heartbeat to inhale her before she yanked it all off, leaving a trail of broken mirrored stuff on the pin and my suit.
“There.” Her relief was palpable.
“Such violence,” I rasped softly.
From across the kitchen, Divya was sipping the glass with a glint in her eyes.
“Antonio wants you.”
She put her glass on the counter. “I bet he does.” She walked out with an evil grin on her face.
Ahana backed off three steps, but in her hurry, she was uncoordinated. She stepped on her saree and toppledprecariously. I didn’t have a choice other than to step in and pull her in.
Before I knew it, my nose was trailing her, skimming from her shoulder to her neck. If a man could die from a scent, this would be it. Heaven probably smelled like it. I’d inhaled, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to exhale. When I finally did so right next to the hollow of her ear, goosebumps rode up her skin. “How did you get here?”
“Giuseppe,” her tone was all cracked and edgy.
Fucking Giuseppe. How was a fucking eighteen-year-old getting all the action?
“Is he picking you up as well?”
She nodded, and the movement brought the back of her ear to my lips.
“Good,” I murmured and stepped back. Didn’t really want to do that. What I wanted was to push her down on the kitchen counter and fuck her to next Sunday. But I supposed there was a time and place for it. It definitely wasn’t the place for it. But it was fucking high time.
It waspast nine when she called him. He, like the good little errand boy in training he was, came and informed me. That put me in a fabulous mood. I had to reward him for that. Gave him warehouse guard duty that he’d been dying to have. But just to be sure he didn’t get himself killed, I asked Batista to go with him.
Then, with a whistle on my tongue and cigar in my hand, I drove off to myconsiglierefor the second time in one day.
I parked in his driveway and didn’t bother to go inside. Didn’t want his knowing looks and words full of shit. Shuttingmy door with a soft thud, I walked to the passenger side, put my hip on the hood, and waited for her to come outside.
