Page 65 of The Capo

Christ. I was sitting in the fucking dark coming undone because of a girl almost half my age. I stroked my jaw, realizing it ached from the tension running through my body. Someone wanted her dead, the family destroyed in whatever method possible, and I was frustrated over my reaction to her like a sixteen-year-old boy. “Fuck,” I huffed under my breath. Then I sensed a presence behind me and stiffened.

There was no doubt she could see what I was looking at. Why I didn’t bother shutting the laptop lid was beyond me. Then again, I wasn’t embarrassed by the possessiveness I felt about her. I simply needed more.

All of her.

Every. Fucking. Inch.

She said nothing as she appeared in the reflection, but her silence said volumes. She’d felt the shutdown I’d experienced almost immediately after pulling from her luscious asshole. When I’d immediately gotten out of bed, she’d rolled over so she couldn’t see my face. I honestly believed she’d pretended to be asleep, knowing I’d leave the room with her in my bed, seeking solace elsewhere.

Maybe she could see through the bullshit more than I expected anyone could, the armor I’d placed around me thick yet maybe not solid enough. She’d somehow managed to poke holes through it. I couldn’t blink as she very slowly eased around the chair. When she was only inches away, I realized she’d opted to slide into a slinky dress, which surprised the hell out of me. It was almost eleven at night.

When she turned to face me, it was difficult to read her expression. She reached down, wrapping her hand around my glass. The moment our fingers touched, another jolt of electricity so obviously sparked both of us that we reacted at the same time.

Yet her shallow breath was short lived as she brought the glass to her lips, taking her time then tossing back the entire amount. All the while, her eyes never left mine, the look on her face coy.

“You’re watching me,” she said quietly.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

I took a deep breath, grabbing the bottle then adding another half glass, waiting as she once again brought it to her lips. “Because I’m trying to see if you were being stalked at your events.”

“Because of the roses.”

“Yes.”

“But that’s not the only reason. Is it?”

Chuckling, I steepled my hands, slowly lifting my head. “No. It’s not.” She shivered as soon as I issued the three words, dragging her tongue across her bottom lip. After taking another sip, she leaned over me, placing one hand on my thigh. When she pressed her lips against mine, I allowed her to take control, the liquid spilling into my mouth.

The kiss was more powerful than she could imagine, awakening all my senses. After swallowing, I dominated her tongue, enjoying the passionate moment more than I should. When she finally pulled back, it wasn’t before licking around my mouth and sliding her hand across my already throbbing cock.

The little temptress.

She giggled and I didn’t need to be able to fully see her eyes to know they were wild with fire and need.

Much like I expected mine were.

I fisted my hand, doing what I could to maintain control. All the while wanting nothing more than to force her down onto my big, fat cock.

“Careful, bad girl. I might be the big bad wolf.”

“No, you’re more like a tiger, but I do love wild animals. Maybe I could tameyou.”

“Not a chance, sweetheart. Not a fucking chance.”

“You’re wearing jeans,” she said as she eased back, surprise in her tone.

“Yeah, I am.” The taste of her was stronger than before, pushing every one of my buttons.

“They look good on you. They’d look better on the floor, but beggars can’t be choosers.” When she swayed from side to side, it was as if to some unknown music in her head.

“And you’re dressed up.”

She peered down at herself, twirling in a full circle. If she was trying to tempt me, it was working. “It’s the only dressy dress I brought with me.”

“It’s beautiful. So are you.”

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