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Out of something much worse.
I’m falling for the man my husband sent me to destroy.
Chapter 13
Dario
The next day, I take her out for a drive—just Vittoria and me. It’s a no-brainer, considering what she’s just gone through. Since she’s been expressing her desire for this, I figure it’s something I can give her.
She’s behind the wheel with the windows down and her hair whipping wildly in the wind. When I glance over, I realize—hell, maybe I’ve always wanted this too. No makeup, but her skin glows like she bottled up the morning sun. The skirt she’s wearing is a paradox—somehow too long and too short at the same time. Every bump in the road teases me with a glimpse of her thighs.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” My voice comes out rougher than I expect, so I clear my throat.
She takes a second to answer, like she’s letting it settle under her skin. “It’s—liberating. Why haven’t we done this before?”
I huff out a laugh. “You do remember I kidnapped you, right?”
Something glints across her face—like she’s only just remembering that part.
She tilts her head, considering. “Huh. Yeah.” A beat of stillness. Then, with a shrug, “Still feels like a missed opportunity.”
I lean back in my seat and sigh.
Her scent floods the car, making it impossible to focus on anything else. I love it—the fragrance of her skin, her body, her soul.
I adjust in my seat, jaw tightening as I register just how damn tight my jeans have gotten. Jesus. She gets me hard without even trying. “But you really should slow down and let me drive.”
She smirks. “Why? Am I going too fast for you?”
There it is—the challenge. It’s in her voice, in the way she gives me a sideways glance before returning her focus to the road.
“I’m the only one here trained to go this fast.”
She rolls her eyes and laughs, foot pressing a little harder on the gas. “Oh, aren’t you just the fun police?”
“Sarcasm doesn’t suit you, sweetheart.”
That earns me another glance before she returns her focus to the road. The next minute I unbuckle my seatbelt. She notices immediately and her grip on the wheel tightens. “Dario—”
I don’t say anything. I don’t have to. Something in my expression makes her breath hitch. The mood in the car shifts, thickens.
My hand finds her thigh and my fingers ease her skirt higher, revealing smooth, creamy skin and just the barest glimpse of lace.
Her voice drops to something softer, breathier. “What’s on your mind?”
Those words make me want to dive into her skin and bend her completely to my will.
A smirk tugs at my lips. “A lot, baby. But none of it’s your problem.” I squeeze her thigh, watching her squirm. “Then again, you already know how to make me feel better, don’t you?”
She nods, instinctively pulling her thighs apart. She slows the car but doesn’t stop. We’re on the highway now, the sun shining in her hair, and there’s no telling where this may lead. But I don’t let her go. To be honest, I don’t think I could even if I wanted to.
“You feel… so soft. Warm. I want to touch you all day, every day.”
“Dario shouldn’t I park first...” She swallows, my confession leaving her confused or stunned. As she exits the highway, I slip my hands to the waistband of her panties, pushing a finger in to rub circles on her clit.
“Oh, Dario,” she gasps. If I thought her voice was breathless a few minutes ago, this has taken it to another level. She bucks in her seat as my finger delicately explores her slick folds. It doesn’t take long for her to start grinding her hips against my hand, her breathing turning into soft moans.
“I like the way… ooh… ooh…”
