Page 48 of Cassio (Belles & Mobsters 3)

The stillness followed, the silence broken by our labored breathing and my body still shuddering with waves of pleasure. This waswow. Better than I could have ever imagined! Hunter was still buried deep inside me, his weight on me an odd comfort. I didn’t realize my eyes were closed until I felt his lips on my forehead.

I had never felt closer to someone like this before. My eyelids felt heavy as I opened them.

“How are you feeling?” he rasped, his eyes firmly on me. He studied me for any hints of distress but there were none. I was in orgasm heaven.

I met his gaze and smiled. “Like I just had the most amazing sex.”

He lowered his head and kissed my lips softly, the tenderness piercing through my soul and straight to my heart.

“Ah, Vita Mia,” he murmured. “This is just the beginning.”

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Hunter was fast asleep,his face tense even in his sleep. The bedside lamp was on, throwing the glow over his tanned skin. I listened to his even breathing, finding comfort in it. My racing heart eased up with each breath he took.

Another dream. Another nightmare. I learned a long time ago to stop screaming through my dreams. If only I could control my heartbeat that frantically pounded with fear.

I focused my eyes on the man next to me. A complete stranger, but he didn’t feel like one. He smelled wonderful, the perfect mixture of the ocean and deep forest. Like freedom and safety. It calmed me unlike anything else. It was better therapy than seeing my therapist.

The sheet came up to his lower torso, covering the bottom half of his body. My eyes roamed over his golden chest full of tattoos and scars. I had to fight the urge to reach out and touch his skin, feel the scars under my fingertips. Hunter was beautiful despite the scars scattered across his chest. Somehow those made him harder and rougher but not in a bad way.

He must have had a hard life, yet he offered softness. There was something to be said about a man like that and made me love him even more. My heart skipped a beat. Was it possible to fall this fast for someone? Maybe I was just biased because he was the only man that could touch me without my body and mind crumbling into panic.

I shifted out of bed, keeping my movements silent and slow. There would be no sleep tonight. Once the nightmare appeared, sleep became impossible. I found my panties and dress hanging off the coffee table. Throwing a glance over my shoulder, I found Hunter still sleeping soundly. I quickly put my panties on then followed up with my dress.

I had no idea what time it was, but I worried Margaret would lose her shit if she came back to the room and found it empty. Grabbing my shoes, I tiptoed out of the room and the suite with shoes in my hands.

It was a walk of shame, but I didn’t feel ashamed at all. It was the best night of my life. Hands down. I’d repeat it in a heartbeat.

As I opened the door to the suite, I found two men standing there and instantly my cheeks burned red. Okay, okay. Maybe the walk of shame was more about people seeing you rather than you walking.

Though I’d give it to these two men. They kept their expression neutral, not a single emotion on it.

I cleared my throat and offered a smile. “Ummm, good night.” I wanted to ask them to relay a message to Hunter, but suddenly, it felt kind of awkward. Say what? The guard waited as if he expected me to give him a message, which in turn made me wonder how many times they took a message from a one night stand.

“More like good morning, Miss,” he replied when I said nothing else, and with a quick nod, I strode away.

ChapterSixteen

ÁINE

Ientered the room I shared with Margaret to find her frantic on the phone. The second she spotted me, she barked into the phone.

“She just came in. We’ll be there in forty minutes.”

I cocked my eyebrow, striding to my phone, which I left in our room last night. To my horror, I found twenty miss calls from Margaret and John, as well as way too many texts.

“Where in the hell were you?” she screamed. Okay, this was what happened to teenagers, not twenty-five year old women that just lost their virginity. “I was going out of my mind. Worried sick.”

I rolled my eyes. “Why? You do this all the time.”

“Yeah, but you never do. The girls said they saw you walk away with some scary looking dude.”

I scoffed. Hunter was a gorgeous looking dude. Scary, yes, but also a gorgeous looking scary dude. Why did they let out the most important adjective?

“I hung out with someone,” I told her, but I couldn’t keep the grin from spreading across my face. We did so much more than hang out, but I’d keep that piece of information for myself.

“You what?” Margaret’s expression was comical. She was right, I never did this, and I couldn’t wait to see Hunter again. I just left him for Pete’s sake and butterflies fluttered in my stomach in anticipation of seeing him again.

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