Page 8 of Did My Heart Love Till Now?

I got a call that you were seen with Silvio D'Angelo's son at Benvolio.

Nope. I giggled nervously. You know I don't go near that family.

Gavino froze, glaring at me.

I thought not but I wanted to make sure you're okay. You know how they are.

Yuppp! I nodded my head as if he could see me. You don't have to worry about anything.

Okay sweetheart, well I'm going to bed now. Get home safely.

Love you, dad.

Anxiety swelled in my chest. I hung up without saying bye. Gavino leaned back on the counter. I double checked my screen to make sure I hung up properly before either of us spoke. I laid my phone on the windowsill and crept toward him. I came to a stop a few inches away from his tall and chiseled, tanned body.

Without breaking eye contact, he took a gulp of his beer. I sighed then opened my mouth to speak, but he lifted his hand to stop me. Clasping my hands together in front of my body, I bit my lip, nodding.

“Just tell me this.” He took another sip of his drink. “Does he know where you are?”

I shook my head. “I’m an adult and my parents don't know everything I do.”

He set the bottle on the counter behind him. A smirk painted his lips as he grabbed my wrist, yanking me to his body. Slowly, he walked me backwards until I was pressed between him and the kitchen island. Palms resting on the counter on either side of me, he trapped me. Shyness filled my cheeks, and I began to feel myself blushing. Vulnerability was not something I was used to, but he made me weak.

Gavino was intimidating and powerful whether he knew it or not. I was not the only person who had rumors going around about me. His reputation was not that pristine. He left women drowning constantly in a pool of the tears he made them cry. Tilting toward my face, he cupped my cheeks in his palms. Our eyes closed slowly, and I prepared myself.

“You don't need to be here, Sofia.” He breathed against my soft lips.

My breath hitched. “I want to be.”

Pushing off the counter, he shrugged coldly. “I don't know why.”

My weakened knees almost collapsed at the sudden space. He backed away, resting on the cabinets behind him.

“Please, tell me.”

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Her face contorted in deep thought, possibly weighing a response to me. A smirk crept onto my face, but only for a moment before I came to my senses. The enemy's daughter on my turf. In my presence.

I almost let her beauty distract me from who she was. My father would go mad if he saw us together. He would declare me too much of a liability for the family, leaving me alone to pursue my true passions. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to use her to free myself from a dangerous future of running my father's crime family. He would question my loyalty, thus refusing to let me join the family even if I begged him.

Taking her to my house was too dangerous. I had to be smart about it. It would not be too torturous. I had already almost kissed her, twice. How hard could it be to use her for my own benefit?

Taking Sofia's hands in mine, I turned on the pussy-dripping charm I had used so many times on women to manipulate them. Her eyes were like hot daggers piercing into my soul. Tilting my head, I peered into the depths of them, fighting my intentions. ‘I want you to stay here with me tonight.”

Cheeks flushing crimson, her gaze lowered to my necklace. Taking a step forward, she took my rosary in her fingertips, tracing the outline of the cross as she examined my eyes. I ran my hands up her arms tenderly, cradling her cheeks in my palms.

I pressed my lips to hers. The kiss was gentle. I tried not to move too fast. I did not want her getting any crazy ideas. However, I did not expect what happened next. The caution between us turned to vivacious hunger, defeating us to an entrancing urgency I did not expect.

Walk away! For the love, of God, walk the fuck away! I failed my plan before it even began. Instead, I clutched her tighter, yanking her against me, sealing the gap between our bodies. As I lifted her, she wrapped her legs around my waist securely. Sitting her on the kitchen island, I yanked a cutlet knife out of the drawer behind me.

“Oh my Go—”

She trembled slightly as I rested the blade on her skin. Slipping it under each thin strap of her dress and bra, I dragged it back. Frozen, she observed intently, as the thin strips of fabric fell limp. The amount of trust she had for me in that moment was flattering, but comical at the same time. I could snap, slicing her neck, causing her to bleed out. Chuckling, I tossed the knife over my shoulder. A loud clanking sound echoed as it hit whatever surface it landed on.

Throwing her arms around my neck, she pulled my face to hers. I tugged the top of her dress down, exposing her bra and ample cleavage. Tracing her collarbone with my tongue, I sprinkled small kisses on her chest.

Lips next to her ear, I growled as I nipped her skin. A soft moan broke away from her mouth as she anticipated my next move. I pulled my jacket off, dropping it to the floor behind me. With haste, she reached for the bottom of my shirt, lifting it over my head.

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