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… and then we’re kissing.
I moan softly into his lips, letting myself sink into him. Santino pulls me in closer, tightening his arms around me. He feels so strong. So powerful. Our lips are melding as one. It’s perfect.
I could kiss Santino forever. As long as we’re kissing, he can’t open his mouth to criticize me.
And then it’s over too soon.
Santino pulls back, breathing heavily. He helps me stand up straight before letting me go. Even though he’s still staring at me like he wants to kiss me again (and possibly do a lot more than just kiss), he turns and walks away without a word.
I don’t follow him. I can barely stand—my legs are shaking. Slumping onto the couch, I watch him go.
What are we doing?
I have no clue, but there’s one thing I do know—Santino will be the death of me, I swear.
CHAPTER 10
Santino
Ican’t keep doing this.
The dark part of me that wants Lucia in my arms is too much. She’s taking up all my thoughts. I could just go into her room and fuck her and be done with it, but she would hate me for it. And for some reason, I don’t want Lucia to hate me.
I still want to put her in her place. Dancing around, shaking her body, like she can just do that to me. It was unfair. I wanted to throw her on the ground and fuck her then and there. Lucia wants romance, though. She wants her prince charming, and I’m the opposite of that.
She made me smile.
No one has made me smile since I was a kid. All the other woman I’ve dated tried so hard to please me, and they all left because I couldn’t give them what they needed—love. Affection. Compassion. I tend to lack in those areas.
But Lucia made me smile.
And I can’t stop thinking about it.
When nighttime comes, I go into her room and watch her sleep. She hasn’t even tried to sleep in the same bed as me—that’s how much she hates me. The reality is I don’t hate her. I find her grating but also a little fascinating.
And, I’ll admit, her dancing impressed me. There’s an air of free spiritedness about Lucia that draws me in. I wonder what that’s like. To have fun in life.
I truly wouldn’t know.
I tell myself not to care. There’s no need for fun when I have money and a good career. Fun is a waste of time.
So, then, why do I feel like I want to experience it?
I watch Lucia sleep for a few more minutes, taking in her beauty. She looks so much calmer as she sleeps. More submissive. If only that could continue when she’s awake.
When I finally leave her room, I feel a strange pinch in my heart I’ve never felt before.
I brush it aside. There’s no point in it.
Lucia comes downto breakfast the next day with an announcement. She makes a large show of pushing the bowl of gruel away and grabbing a scone from my end of the table. Giving me a wink, she sits down. “So, I was thinking.”
“I don’t need you to think,” I return. I don’t stop her from eating the better food. Punishments can be entertaining, but I like seeing Lucia challenge me. It makes me hard.
She sticks her tongue at me. “Anyway, so, after yesterday, I got to thinking. We should go on date.”
“A date?”
“Yes. A date. You know, movie and dinner? That sort of thing.”
