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“Your sense of smell is obviously off,” I muttered, even as my cheeks burned.
“Don’t pretend you don’t finger yourself to sleep every night imagining it is me, Rory. I can practically smell your arousal whenever we’re close. And last night, I was witness to your wet nightmares.”
I froze, swallowed hard. Had he watched me sleep? Had he seen me touch myself? I wasn’t sure what I’d done during my very hot dream but judging by the state of my shorts this morning, I might have actually touched myself.
Part of me wanted to turn on my heel and run away. The need to escape the situation was unbearably strong, but I didn’t want to give Nevio the satisfaction. He was the one in the wrong. He should have never been in my camper at night! “I bet you’re having wet dreams about me as well.”
“I won’t deny it. Not just at night. I think about how it’ll be to bury my cock inside you all the time.”
I shrugged, almost as if it didn’t matter, though my heart still beat furiously. “You were inside me.”
“That doesn’t count. Next time, I’m going to remember every inch of my cock claiming your tight pussy, going to memorize the smell of your arousal, lick it up after I make you come over my hands and face after I licked your pussy and your ass.”
I blinked up at him, trying to determine whether he’d really said it. Maybe I was actually asleep again. Because sometimes he said similar things in my sleep, but never when I was actually awake. Silence spread between us, and I could tell that Nevio enjoyed making me speechless again.
I glowered. “You’re all words, and I’m sick of them.”
Nevio dropped the coffee cup in the sink, grabbed my hips, and jerked me toward him. I breathed harshly, feeling a wave of rage but also desire for the man before me. Before I could choose either, Nevio’s lips pressed against mine. They were softer than I’d expected. I sank my nails into his shoulder, determined to shove him away and maybe bite him again, only harder this time, but instead, I pushed into the kiss, letting my rage consume me.
Nevio turned us around so my back pressed against the counter and kissed me even harder. His heat was everywhere, and he tasted and felt so good, like temptation and darkness.
A rage-fueled kiss wasn’t what I’d imagined for my first real kiss. It felt good, addicting, but also as if I was being pulled in a direction that wasn’t me. I tore my lips away and shoved Nevio’s arm until he pulled it back so I could move away from him. I didn’t want to be fueled by rage or hatred. Nevio obviously thrived on these destructive emotions, sought them like an addict, and I could see how they could become addicting in situations like this. They were easier to process than emotions like love and affection, which bared your soul and made you vulnerable.
I wanted to be vulnerable with the person I kissed, not driven by instinct like an animal.
“I think you gave me another one of your firsts,” Nevio said. I didn’t look at him. I wouldn’t give him a reaction, not when this was obviously a game that got him higher than any drug could.
“Keep my undies. I don’t care. I can’t play by your rules. I won’t.” I left his caravan without a look back. Part of me was satisfied with these highs, even if they were fueled by negativity. I had no intention to let that part win.
Aurora ignored me completely over the next two days. I had sworn to Dad that I wouldn’t spend more than a week at the race circus, so my time was coming to an end. I could tell that especially Massimo was growing restless with the lifestyle. He needed a task, and he probably missed his arguments with Carlotta.
I too missed Las Vegas, mainly because of our raids. Not killing anyone in a week really gave me an itch.
Still, I had every intention to stay until the race tomorrow and try to get one more rise, and hopefully orgasm out of Aurora.
In the afternoon before race day, Massimo, Alessio and I sat on folding chairs in front of the trailer we shared. Another thing that grated on Massimo’s nerve. He preferred privacy, especially at night.
Adamo came over to our trailer. He gave Massimo and Alessio a smile before he narrowed his eyes at me. He was still pissed because of Gigimo. It was an open secret in camp that I had attacked him because of Aurora. Nobody had dared to look at her twice since then. Even Adamo’s wife Dinara had given me the nasty eye ever since the incident. “Nevio, a woman came to me today. She told me she needs to see you. It’s ofutmostimportance.”
“What did you do now?” Alessio asked, his black Converse propped up on the folding table in front of us. “We’re in the middle of the desert, and trouble still finds you.”
“How did she look?” I asked, not really interested in the matter. If she was a groupie wanting to have sex…well, I was out of the business of having sex with random girls. And if she was a girl from the past…hard pass from me.
Adamo gave me a look that made it clear he didn’t want to get involved in whatever went on. “Tall, dark hair, with a French accent.”
I frowned. “I can’t remember a French girl…”
“You had two French girls so far. One last year, one the year before,” Massimo said, not even looking up from his phone where he was probably reading the newestScience Weeklyor whatever tickled his fucking fancy right now.
Adamo let out a long sigh. “Whenever I’m around you three, I realize why Remo was constantly pissed off at me when I was a teenager. You’re a nuisance. Any plans to return to Las Vegas. Perhaps tonight?”
Massimo gave a small shake of his head. “Technically, only I’m still a teenager, if you go strictly by the numbers and not by intellect and level of development.”
“Uncle Adamo,” I said with fake hurt. “We’re family. This is our bonding time.”
“Your version of bonding causes me too much trouble.”
I chuckled. Adamo sighed again. “The girl looked really panicky, and I think it’s urgent. So maybe you should talk with her before she disturbs the race tomorrow. I’d be really pissed if that happened. It’s an important race. We have halftime so new bets will flood us. Lots of money to be made.”
