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“I knew you’d come back.” I flip on the nightstand lamp while in bed when Antonio appears in my bedroom doorway.
Okay, I was eighty percent sure he’d return tonight.
He casually slips his hands inside his pockets and leans against the doorframe, unfazed by me calling him out.
“Now, get out.” I point toward the hallway.
He dismisses what I said with a scoff.
“News flash, Lombardi: I’m not a girl you can use for fun.”
“How exactly did I use you, princess?”
I mock his scoff. “Uh, I don’t know; maybe the blow job or vagina licking.”
He stares at me, amused. “I can’t believe I ate the pussy of a woman who refers to it as vagina licking.”
“And I can’t believe I let a man like you near my vagina.”
“You can’t honestly think I traveled all this way for a blow job or to eat your pussy, which, I’d like to point out, I already had a taste of before coming here.” He strolls into my room as if it belongs to him and I’m the unwanted visitor. “I could’ve done any of those things in the comfort of New York, saving myself time and all the damn headaches you continue to give me.”
“Men do plenty for sex.”
“I want to fuck you, princess. You’re correct about that. I rarely waste my time pursuing women, yet here I am, visiting your cottage every night.” He lowers his head to mine. “You see, Giana, it’s so much more than that.”
My voice shakes. “If you’re not here to fuck me, then what are you here for?”
“I’ll answer that when I know.”
He said those same words at the masquerade ball.
He brushes his lips against mine. It’s gentle, so unlike him. I open my mouth, accepting his unclear answer because it’s so Antonio.
A man whose actions speak more than words.
With our mouths still connected, he moves to the edge of my bed, unbuttons his shirt, and lets it slip off, revealing his toned six-pack.
Antonio is a killer, a man who tortures others.
However, he’s also the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
My villain gives me butterflies.
Butterflies I know he’ll destroy later, but, hey, butterflies are pretty in the beginning, right?
He lifts the blanket, exposing me in my nightie. The cool breeze sweeps over my skin and leaves goose bumps in its path.
“Like you said, you knew I’d be back, yet you didn’t sleep anywhere else or ask Bruno to sleep here for protection from me.” He straddles me, his weight heavy on my body. “Because you, Gigi Marchetti, like it when I touch you, use you, whether or not you want to admit it.” His sinful eyes sharpen on mine. “If your mouth won’t admit it, how about we let your body speak for itself, then?”
“I can’t sleep with you, Antonio. I’m saving myself for my husband when that day comes.”
“It’s funny you still believe another will ever have you.” He runs his thumb along my chin. “I’ve come between your legs, pushed my cum inside you, so I own you.”
I moan when he slips his hand beneath my nightie, drags my panties down my legs, and tosses them across the room. He freezes when I slam my legs shut and pays me a curious glance.
“Tell me a secret.”
“Excuse me?”
