Page 38 of The Bonventi Hitman
As he hands me my drink, our fingers touch, sending a jolt through my entire body, ending right between my legs. The intensity between us is so undeniable that in this moment my only thought is to just give in to the desire, even if it's just for one night.
It's as if the thoughts I had buried deep in my mind about Gabriel just needed the tiniest of cracks to burst out into my conscious mind and overtake my emotions.
"Thank you," I say and take a large gulp of my martini, hoping the alcohol will steady my nerves.
It doesn't.
Instead, the warmth spreads through my body, fueling everything that I'm feeling.
He doesn't speak. He doesn't sit. He just stands there and watches me intently, sipping his whiskey without breaking eye contact.
I stare back, losing myself in the depths of his gaze.
You know where this is headed. You either tell him to leave now or face the consequences.
He sets his glass down and moves toward me, like a predator closing in on its prey. My heart races, but I don't move.
Reaching out, he gently brushes my hair back, revealing the bare skin of my neck. I almost melt as his fingers trace a path along my jawline. His touch is sensual, igniting a fire within me that threatens to consume me whole.
With one finger under my chin, he tilts my face up and leans in. The world around us fades away until there's nothing left but his intoxicating scent and the sound of our breathing. His lips hover just above mine, teasing me with the promise of a kiss.
"Tell me to stop, Bella," he whispers against my lips. "Tell me to leave, and I will."
My heart is rattling in my chest, caught between my duty as an FBI agent and my desire for this forbidden man. I know the risks, but I can't help the growing intensity between us. It feels inescapable, like if I say no today, it'll only postpone the inevitable.
I should tell him to go, to leave, but I can't. My resolve crumbles to my desires. Instead of looking away, changing the conversation, anything—I look at his lips.
Screw it.
I'll deal with the consequences.
He takes my silence as his answer and claims my lips in a searing kiss.
Gabriel groans, deepening the kiss as he tangles his fingers in my hair. I curl my hands around his biceps, holding on tight as if he might disappear if I let go.
This feels wrong on so many levels, but I can't bring myself to care.
My emotions, my desires, overtake any sense of logic, and in this moment—I feel alive.
He pulls me to my feet as we continue kissing, his hands slowly caressing my body.
With each kiss, I feel myself slipping further away from Agent Anna Bennett and deeper into Sofia's world. A world where Gabriel could possess me completely. The guilt gnaws at me, but the pleasure is too intoxicating to resist.
He tugs my hair back, and my vision turns to the ceiling. I gasp from the mixture of pleasure and pain. He licks from my collarbone up my neck as he wraps his other arm around me and presses me against his hard body. I feel the bulge in his pants, and my wetness intensifies. He stops for a moment, and I'm left breathless and yearning for more.
"If you give yourself to me tonight, Sofia, you're mine forever. You'll never belong to anyone else," he whispers in my ear.
His possessiveness stirs a primal instinct within me that makes me question myself. I try to deflect the onslaught of emotions I'm feeling, but his touch continues to weaken my defenses.
He searches my face for an answer.
I nod, sealing my fate.
He claims my lips once more. My hands wander across his chiseled chest, feeling the power beneath his tailored white shirt. Every touch increases the ache I feel in my core.
We stumble into the bedroom, our kissing growing more urgent with each step.
I stop for a moment and remove my high heels and Gabriel feels the need for it to continue.
