We are chatting while I sip my water when the front door opens and closes.Then I hear deep voices from the living room.Seconds later, Damiano comes into the kitchen.He has removed his suit jacket and the sleeves of his white shirt are rolled up, showing his muscled forearms, and I have to gulp.His tanned forearms are covered in ink, the swirls and his bulging veins disappearing under his shirtsleeves.
I look up into his face.His eyes are burning into mine.
Dark and Dangerous.That is exactly what he is.
He closes the distance in three strides, clasps my neck with a firm hand and crushes his lips on mine.I stiffen at first, but when his tongue darts out to trace my lips, my mouth opens on its own accord and I melt into his kiss.Soon his embrace becomes forceful and his arm pulls me into his chest.He inserts himself between my thighs and grinds himself on my core.I can feel him hard against my pussy and I hear a moan.
Shit, was that me, shamelessly moaning?
I pull back, flustered.“Dark… You can’t… We can’t.There are people.”
His predatory smile is a promise of sin.“No one is here, little flower.”
I look around and sure enough, Rosa is gone.
Damiano grips my ass and lifts me from the stool to carry me to the empty living room.He sits on the couch with me straddling him and eases my hair over my shoulder to bury his face in the crook of my neck.The gesture feels intimate, raw even, like he needs to breathe me in to…to what exactly?I can’t make sense of the different sides I see of him.It confuses and frightens me.
He nuzzles my neck, his lips trailing featherlight kisses along my throat.My breath catches and he leans back to study my face.
“Did you miss me, little flower?”
I huff.“Of course not.Why would I miss my abductor?”His gaze darkens and I have the sudden urge to run from him.
As if reading my mind, he grabs my wrists in his hand and pulls me into his chest with a growl.
“Wait, Damiano, there is something we need to discuss.”
“Mmh, what?”he asks distractedly, too absorbed in nuzzling the spot behind my ear.I feel my thoughts begin to scatter.
I push against his chest and lean back.He releases one of my wrists and cups my face with his free hand.
“You… We didn’t use protection yesterday.”
“And?”His eyes are on my mouth, his thumb tracing my lower lip.
“Obviously we need to use protection,” I snap.
“You have an implant, don’t you?”
How…?I gape at him and nod dumbly.
“Then what is there to fret about?”
“I still need to get tested.I do have birth control, but I’ve never… You know…” I trail off, face heating.
“Relax, little flower.I am clean, too, and I’ve never gone without a condom.”
I gawk at him again.“Never?I mean, with your track record of dating so many… I thought… It’s hard to believe…”
“You shouldn’t listen to what people say.”He jokingly throws my words back at me.I huff.
He then becomes serious.“No, never, little flower.And my last blood check came out clean.I will have my doc mail it to you.”
“It’s okay.I believe you.I think we should use protection all the same, since this…arrangement is temporary and—”
He crashes his lips onto mine with a grunt.I struggle to get free, his intensity drowning me.His grip has become forceful when my stomach suddenly loudly growls.
That stops him dead and he leans his forehead against mine, chuckling softly.
