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I tilt my head at him with wide eyes, and he throws his hands up innocently for me to continue. “Just a few days ago I was vowing up and down never to see you again. And even though I’m here, I stand by that ideal. I hate my brother’s ways, and refuse to talk to him because of it. He’s beaten and killed innocent people over bullshit.”
“First of all, I am not your brother.” He tenses, then relaxes. “Listen, kid.” He reaches for my hand, igniting another fire with his touch. “I don’t know too much about being serious with a woman, but I do know compromise plays a part.”
For a second, I thought he was going to lecture me on the ways he has to operate. This is a welcome surprise. I rub his hand with my thumb, telling him to keep going.
“You’re it for me, Gia. I mean it.” His eyes hold mine. “I’d do anything to protect you, to make you happy. But you have to meet me halfway. You know what I am… what I do. Tell me how we can make it work.”
Fuck. He threw it back on me.
The minimum requirements to be okay with dating a mobster? They don’t teach that in school. “Um.” My heart flutters as I register his words. That’s two times in a row he’s confessing that I’m his one and only. On the one hand, it hasn’t been long enough to make such grand confessions. On the other… it’s been a damn eternity.
I’ve been infatuated with this man since the day Marco brought him over on a random Thursday fifteen years ago. Now in this secret sort of way like I’m a kid again, I get my shot with him. Our chemistry, our laughs, our pitfalls. It’s true. He’s everything. I only want him.
I take a strong inhale. “Whatever it takes so Russians aren’t at my doorstep with sniper rifles, and they’re not pointed at you either.”
He licks his teeth and goes in for another bite of chicken. His cheek twitches. “This thing tomorrow.”
I bite my lip. I know what’s coming. At least be honest with me.
“I have to do it.”
My heart cracks inside my chest. Honesty didn’t help.
“All the wheels are in motion. When you’re coordinating a crew-wide job, you can’t back away.” He puts down his fork to grab my other hand. “But once this is over, I’ll be more careful. How about that? No more big expansions or risky plays. I’ll run my gold business, and my underground business, in a way that won’t garner enemies for you, your brother, and me. How’s that sound for a proposal?”
My heart skips a beat at that last word.
I imagine a whole life with him. A wedding day that I thought was so far away might actually be closer than I expected… if only I can get over the part where he’s a sadistic murderer.
Listen to him, Gia. He’s a boss, bending the knee for you.
I swallow hard.
“I love you,” he says, sealing his proposal with a dangerous kiss. It’s only been a few months of on and off dating. But… if truth be told, this is more than infatuation. I dream of him. I worry about him. I want him and need him at all times.
“I love you too,” I give in.
Just as the words slip out of his mouth, he extends his arm over the table and wipes it clean of everything.
Crshh!
Plates break into pieces, our drink glasses shatter, and my mouth is open in shock. He tugs me by the arm so my lips meet his, and all that sweetness he injected into my heart melts into fiery passion.
“I’m disgusting.” I smile through a kiss.
“You’re real,” he barks back, pulling me onto the table and grabbing at my legs so they’re hanging off the edge right in front of him. He sniffs my neck, making me coy. “Don’t cower. I like you like this.”
It’s gross because I’m un-showered. Nine hour shift on my feet the whole day, and he’s grabbing me like I’m the most beautiful thing in the world. I’d be lying if I wasn’t even more turned on. He’s less human than animal.
He licks my neck which must be all salty grime, and moans into a strong kiss against my skin. The hair on the back of my neck stands up. My body wilts into his seduction. Every pulse of my heart sends a tongue of fire through my limbs, coaxing me to tear at his rock-hard body.
One pull at my Bango’s outfit sends buttons flying all over the restaurant, and a strong tug at my bra leaves my breasts exposed for his face to bury into. He licks the sweat and inhales in between. I’m about to ask him why he’s so feral today, but he’s smart to slither two fingers over my clit.
I open my legs a little wider, internally saying: Deeper, Castor. I beg of you.
His tongue lassos around my nipple, making it hard, and I snake my hand up the back of his head, pulling at his hair. When his fingers slip into my slit, I imagine it as a priming for that massive bulge caged in his slacks.
He moves away from my breasts, down my stomach, planting a hungry kiss all the way down.
