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A little terrifying.
“Marcello,” he responds, eyes never leaving mine.
“A family name?” I ask before I can think.
What the hell is wrong with me?
His mouth is closed, but I see the flick of his tongue over his teeth before his jaw tenses.
He nods.
“I like it,” I say cautiously.
That works.
He smiles—that brilliant, too-perfect smile that makes me forget how to breathe.
“Thank you, Tesoro.” He stands and extends his hand. “You ready to go?”
I slip my hand into his, hesitating as I stand. “We didn’t pay.”
He smirks. “They know toput it on my tab.”
He lifts his free hand toward the waitress behind the counter. She nods. No words exchanged. Just understanding.
My body relaxes.
Definitely a politician’s son.
He has to be.
Chapter 9
Angelo
Almost everything I’ve told this beautiful woman has been a lie.
Except how Iwanther.
With her underneath me.
With my cock buried inside her.
I can tell her it all.
Who I am.
What I’ve done.
How she cracks me open.
How she flays me alive.
Her gasps, sighs, moans… they’re heaven.
The way her body flushes every time my teeth graze her skin.
Gifts.
