Page 9 of Once Upon a Villain

"I believe you." He closed the space between us and stalked me toward the wall until he had me caged with his hard body. His laugh was both confusing and so fucking sexy. "You're not afraid of me?"

"No."

"But you know what I am."

"I do." I traced a finger over his full eyebrow. "You're a lost mobster with a heart of gold."

"I was lost, but not anymore." He cupped my cheek. "As for the heart of gold...." he shook his head, "I was wrong before. I can't leave my family, but that doesn't mean I can't do right by others."

"Does that mean Mom can stay in the trial? You're not mad at us?" I searched his eyes. "I thought you were going to blame Zack's crew for the shooting."

"No, that wouldn't be fair. That shit show had nothing to do with you, the crew, or your mom. She's in the trial." He bent down to ghost my lips. "I want to kiss you. Actually, I want to do way more than that."

"Yeah?" A ribbon of desire spiraled from my chest down to my clit.

"Where's your brother?" He nibbled my earlobe in between raspy breaths.

I uttered a bunch of words that meant to say Zack was upstairs, highly medicated, and out for the night. We were practically alone in the house to do whatever we wanted. And I wanted nothing more than to see this man out of his fancy tailored suit.

"Do you always get in the mood when people shoot at you?" He slipped his fingers under the strap of my tank top and pulled on it so the fabric would rub against my hardened nipples.

"You’ve been on my mind all day." I inched my hands up his chest and pushed his jacket off his shoulders. "If you leave, I know I'll regret not following my heart tonight."

"I think I know what you mean. I was ready to let you go earlier. But after seeing you hold your own at the hospital, I started thinking maybe you and I could make this work. If you wanted." He didn't wait for my answer. Instead, he crushed his mouth against mine in a desperate kiss. "I feel alive when I'm with you." He mumbled on my neck, grazing his teeth over my hot skin.

"Take it off." I started with his shirt buttons.

When he took over, I moved down to his belt and pants. His erection sprang out of his trousers, rubbing on the inside of my thigh. A sound, something like an appreciative moan, escaped my lips. Of course the man was huge. I peeked at him through my eyelashes. "Are you for real?"

His chuckle sparked a shot of adrenaline between my legs. "I've never had any complaints."

"I'm not complaining."

"My turn." His smile lit up the hallway as he pulled down my tank top and kneaded my breast.

If anyone had told me this morning that, before the day was over, I would have my tits hanging out for Massimo Alfera to see, I would’ve said they were high AF. But we were here, and his mouth on me was an absolute turn-on.

One large hand reached behind me and grabbed my ass, pressing me closer to his rock-hard cock while his mouth moved from one aching nipple to the other. Just when I thought I was going to melt into a puddle of want at his feet, he reached inside my shorts and pulled gently on my strip of hair.

“Massimo.” I gripped his shoulders.

“Did you change your mind, Ms. Holt?” He cupped my mound. “Say the words.”

“Yes.” I panted a breath. “Damnit, you knew I would.”

“Hmmm.” He nibbled my earlobe as he slipped a finger between my folds and rubbed my clit.

My channel squeezed tightly with every stroke. A tiny orgasm sparked at my core, and I muttered something like "Omigod.”

"I bet you taste sweet." He planted wet kisses from my chest down to where his hand was working its magic on me.

"I don't know." I panted, squeezing my legs together.

"Relax." He stood and captured my mouth again, swirling his tongue in a gentle motion until I surrendered to him completely.

Before I could object, he knelt in front of me and shoved his entire face between my thighs. I was so close to orgasming, which was a first for me. Normally, I had to make the guy stay put and finish the job. They all seemed to lose interest after they got off. What Massimo was doing to me now though already had me on the very edge. Jesus, this guy was so out of my league.

Was that what this attraction was all about? Massimo Alfera, the mafia kingpin from New York, was definitely bad for my health. The rain of bullets from a few hours ago was proof of that. Beyond his association with the mob, this magnificent man also had the ability to break my heart into a million pieces. Even now, in the midst of what I knew would be a life-changing orgasm, I couldn't help but be afraid of what would happen when tonight was over.

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