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"Look into my eyes while you do it," Dario breathes, his voice thick with desire.
I comply, maintaining eye contact as I slide my tongue over the base of his cock, and then prepare to take him in my mouth. The intensity of his gaze is almost too much to bear, it feels like our souls exchange bodies, but I refuse to look away.
As I take him in deeper and deeper, I slowly begin circling my tongue on the base of his dick, the shaft hitting the back of my throat. He moans, and intertwines his hands in my hair, as he jams his ass towards me, placing his cock deeper down my throat.
I gag, but he gives me a second to suck in some air before I take him deeper to bring him closer to his own climax.
"Jasmine," he gasps, his eyes never leaving mine even as the moment overwhelms him.
Just as Dario's body tenses, his breath hitching in anticipation of release, an unexpected sound shatters the spellbinding intimacy between us. The doorbell.
I pull back at the interruption, looking up. Dario’s ruined climax spills over my chin. “Damn it,” Dario mutters, his eyes narrowing with disappointment but his voice still sounding husky from unsatisfied desire.
He puts himself back into his trousers before striding to the living room with near anger; me on his heels.
“No, wait,” I insist. “I’m not wearing pants and you’re not wearing a shirt.” We stop mid-stride, looking at each other and I start to giggle.
Dario snorts, and within seconds we’re holding our stomachs as we laugh, slumped on the couch, wiping away tears. Whoever rang must think us to be crazy.
"Wait, what's that?" I ask, still recovering my breath. There, on the floor, peeking out from under the door, lies an envelope.
Dario looks at it with suspicion. “It must be The Ghost. Rather unremarkable, considering—” He falters as a single bullet falls into his palm
I get why he’s scared. It’s not The Ghost we fear, but his warnings and what they bring. And this one looks ominous.
A small note slips out after it, the elegant handwriting belying the sinister message it contains. I catch it before it flutters to the ground.
"From the Ghost," I murmur, reading the words aloud so Dario can hear.
La partita cambia domani – The game changes tomorrow.
Dario's eyes widen, and he reaches for the note, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "Why would he send us a bullet—"
I answer for him, my voice tight with worry. "So we can be prepared."
Chapter 18
Unseen Forces
Dario
I wake up with a jolt, the ghost's warning from the previous night echoing in my mind: "Tomorrow, the game changes." Panicked, I look around. Jasmine isn't here, the snowflake quilt still studded with remnants of where her body lay.
I throw off the covers and rise from the bed. Where is Jasmine? What could the warning from last night mean? I need answers, and I need them now. Will trouble be at our doors today? Do I need to call for backup? How do I keep Jasmine safe?
"Jasmine," I call out as I exit my bedroom. "Where are you?"
"Here," I hear her voice echoing from the living area.
She's already seated at the dining table, sipping coffee and flipping through a newspaper. As she looks up, her eyes soften with concern.
"Couldn't sleep?" she asks, her voice gentle. "I felt you tossing and turning last night."
"Something like that," I reply, taking a seat opposite her. "I can't stop thinking about what the ghost said Tomorrow, the game changes.”
I quickly take the paper and begin flipping through the pages. On finding nothing, I'm about to pick up the TV Remote when Jasmine stops me, gently placing her hand on mine.
Surprised, I look up to see her furrow her brow in thought. "Well, maybe it doesn't mean today specifically, but rather, sometime soon."
