Page 18 of Blinded By The Sun
“No,” I hiccup again. “I didn’t drink any alcohol. Just that.” I point at the glass that I abandoned at the side table near the chair.
“How many glasses?” He asks.
“Hmm I don’t know, 4? Wait, yes, yes, 5. They’re just so good. They taste like strawberries. Want to taste?” I say.
Ciro cocks one of his expressive bushy brows. “Ho—?”
Ciro doesn’t get the rest of his sentence out as I grip him by the shirt and pull him to me. I stand on the tip of my toes even in my heels as I kiss him this time. I beg him to kiss me back through this kiss. I want to be kissed, touched, and I want more marks on my body. Ciro groans as he kisses me back. His powerful self taking over. I feel his hands as they cup my ass; I flinch, remembering that my ass is still healing. It doesn’t hurt anymore, it adds to my pleasure.
Ciro breaks the kiss and glares at me. He says nothing as he buttons my dress up. “We’re leaving.” He states. He pulls me to him and begins marching out. He stops in front of Milly, whose face is beet red. “One of my men will grab everything in the store and oh, you’re fired.” Ciro says walking out with me in tow.
Wait, what just happened?
