Holding her up until she came down from her high, I walked to the bathroom to get some paper towels and cleaned her up a bit before getting up and fixing my shirt while she fixed her dress.
“Does any man touch you like that? Make you come on their tongue like that?”
I looked at her, and she was silent. I gently grabbed her jaw, causing her to look up at me, and said, “I asked you a question. Does any man touch you like that? Do they make you come on their tongue? Do they make you fuck yourself while they watch?”
“Ronan,” she whimpered.
“Yes or no,tesoro.”
A shaky breath. A pause. And then—
“No,” she finally admitted.
“Good. Let it stay that way.”
I glanced at the clock.Shit. I was long overdue back at the hospital.
Brushing my thumb over her swollen lips, I tilted my head. “You should get back to the party.”
She didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Only stared, eyes glazed, chest rising and falling unevenly.
I smirked. “Cat got your tongue,tesoro?”
She swallowed.
My hand slid down her thigh one last time before I stepped back. “We’ll finish this another day.”
I leaned in, brushing my lips over hers in a slow, intoxicating kiss—one I knew she’d still be thinking about long after I walked out.
“See you soon,il mia cuore.”
And with that, I turned and left.
Fuck.
Nina Moretti.
My greatest obsession.
My favorite fucking flavor.
Chapter Forty-two
NINA
Present Day
NEW YORK CITY
My mind was blank.
My thoughts didn’t feel like my own.
And it was all because of Ronan Romano.
Everything after that moment blurred together. The rest of the night passed in a fog, my body moving on instinct while my head stayed somewhere else entirely. It wasn’t until I was alone later, lying in bed and staring at the empty space beside me, that it finally hit.
That was when I felt it.
