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I turn a corner and find the kitchen. Xavier is in there, pouring himself a fresh cup of coffee. He sees me enter and offers me a gentle smile. "Good morning," he says.
"Morning," I reply tentatively, feeling self-conscious in the borrowed clothes. "Mind if I join you?" I ask, hoping he doesn't mind my company.
"Not at all," he replies warmly as he pours me a cup of coffee. "How did you sleep?"
I just shrug my shoulders. Instead of pushing the issue, he kindly sets the mug in front of me and offers me different sweeteners.
"Anything you want for breakfast?" he asks.
I shake my head. "No, thanks. Just coffee is fine."
We sit in comfortable silence, sipping on our coffee. But my mind can't help but wander back to the conflicting emotions inside me.
"Xavier," I start hesitantly, unsure if I really want to open up to him.
He looks up from his cup, giving me his full attention. "Yeah?"
I swirl the spoon around in what's left of my coffee. "Lucas seems to think that I should leave. Do you? I... I don't know what to do," I confess, feeling vulnerable.
Xavier puts his cup down and leans forward, his gaze intense. "Mia, let me be clear," he begins firmly. "Antonio and I are in full agreement that we are completely capable of keeping you safe. We won't let anything happen to you." He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "The only reason you should leave is if you don't want to explore your feelings for us."
I feel my cheeks flush at his directness. This is exactly what I was trying to avoid - facing my emotions head on.
"I...I don't know what I want," I admit, looking down at my coffee.
He chuckles, shifting in his seat again. "I beg to differ, darling. I believe you know exactly what you want."
My heart hammers in my chest at his words. It's one thing to feel that pull towards them, but another entirely to hear them express interest in return.
I look up, meeting his gaze for the first time. There's a heat in his eyes that sends shivers down my spine, and I can feel myself flushing under his intense scrutiny. He reaches out, taking my hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze.
My heart skips a beat at the physical contact, and I find myself desperately wanting more. It's like there's a hunger growing inside me - a hunger that only they can satisfy.
As if sensing my thoughts, he leans in closer. "I do need to know one thing," he says seriously. "Do you want to stay with us?"
The question hangs in the air between us, and I find myself struggling to answer. On one hand, it's tempting - the thought of being with them, of exploring these new feelings is almost too much to resist. But on the other hand, there's still that fear inside me - fear of the unknown, fear of trusting strangers.
"I do," I confess.
But before I can fully process the moment, he stands up and walks over to me. He lifts me up with ease, my legs wrapping around his waist as he sets me on the counter. His lips collide with mine, and I feel the hunger inside me grow stronger. It's like he's awakening something deep within me - something that I didn't even know existed.
As he deepens the kiss, his hands start to roam my body, exploring every inch of my curves underneath the borrowed pajamas. I moan into his mouth as he squeezes my breasts, my body arching into him instinctively.
Then I jerk back, shaking my head. "I can't," I tell him desperately.
"You can," he growls back, gripping me by my hair to keep me where he wants me.
But it's wrong, I scream at myself. It's so wrong!
His lips move from my mouth to my neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses in their wake. My head falls back, giving him better access as he bites and sucks on my skin. The sensation sends shivers through my entire body, and I let out a soft moan before biting down on my tongue.
"You're... a criminal," I force out through rose-tinted desire. "You work for the mafia..."
He pulls back, staring into my eyes with an intensity that takes my breath away. "Darling, I am the mafia," he whispers darkly, "and you still want me to fuck you. Don't you?"
His hands trail further down, cupping my ass firmly and pulling me closer to him. I can feel his hard length pressing against me, and I know that he's just as turned on as I am.
"Xavier," I gasp out his name as he nips at my earlobe, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
