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Gio Bilotti would not send me away. Not today.

Chapter Nine

Gio

I drank straight from the vodka bottle, waiting for it to numb whatever these feelings were.

Rage, lust, disappointment, anger, happiness, frustration, arousal. She pulled it all out of me. Cinzia’s ability to make me feel every emotion in a span of three minutes infuriated me. I wanted to push her away, but at the same time I couldn’t stay away from her.

I have to stay away from her!

I set the vodka bottle down on the bathroom counter and then turned on the water for the shower. As I stripped out of my clothes, I tried to block her from my thoughts, but I couldn’t. This was why she had to go stay with Romero and Luciana. Cinzia wouldn’t act this way with them. There would be no reason for her to. She had feelings for me. Feelings that I couldn’t reciprocate. I couldn’t even tell her why. It was her father’s place to inform her of a possible arranged marriage.

Fuck! I took another swig from the bottle before I walked into the doorless shower stall, immersing myself in the jets and allowing the steam of the water to engulf me.

I had never let the life I lived consume me with emotions. I rolled with the punches. I learned that at an early age. My father had been abusive toward my mother. Romero and I watched him beat her and break her. When she died, I was too young to understand that it was at the hands of my father. I buried my feelings. My father and brother insisted on it. We were Bilotti men designed to rule an empire. We didn’t show emotion unless it was rage, dominance, or control. So when my father was murdered in front of our home, I felt nothing. I was a Bilotti.

Things couldn’t be any different with Cinzia, but I had to take things as they were. My feelings couldn’t matter when it came to her, because I had no right to her.

I placed my hands on the tiled wall and let the hot water wash down my head and neck.

“Gio,” she whispered from behind me.

I couldn’t turn around, because if I did, she would be standing there naked and in my shower. In any other circumstance, I would have welcomed a hot, sexy, naked woman who was willing to give me everything but… Ah fuck.

“Gio, please look at me.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?” She came up from behind me and touched my shoulder. “What have I done to make you so angry with me?”

“Didn’t you just promise to behave?”

“This is me behaving.”

The hot water did nothing to relax my tense muscles. Her presence only made things worse. It took all the control I had not to slam her against the wall and fuck some sense into her.

“I don’t understand why you don’t want me.” She wrapped her hands around my chest and pressed her lips to my back. “I can be whoever you want me to be.”

“You’re perfect the way you are.”

“Then why can’t we be together?” She glided her hands down my stomach. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Cin.” I hissed when she swept her fingers along my now erect cock. So much for my self-control. “Don’t…”

“Don’t do this?” She gripped my length and pumped me in her hand. “Doesn’t it feel good?”

“So fucking good.” I pressed my hands into the wall. “You have to stop tempting me.”

“You don’t want me to stop.” She picked up her tempo. “Any more than I want to stop.”

“I’m going to hell.”

“Take me with you.”

I turned to face her, taking in her wet, naked body. Her damp hair curled at the ends, and her mascara smudged underneath her eyes. Her breasts were round, full, and perky. I reached out and circled my finger around her nipple, lowering my gaze to the one place that would make me lose my mind.

She guided my hand from her breast and to her pussy, moaning when my fingers grazed her slit.

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