Page 66 of Savage Ambition

I shrugged. “Maybe there’s nothing to say.”

“Or maybe there’s too much.” Her gaze turned sympathetic. “He made you feel things you weren’t ready for. Now, you’re pretending he was nothing special because you don’t want to admit you like him.”

I glared at her. “Are you done?”

“Not even close. His cock is magnificent, isn’t it? Thick enough to spread you open to your limits with every inch. That perfect upward curve hits so deep you’ll scream. And those hands?” She bit her lip with a moan I rarely heard her make outside of the bedroom. “The way he whispers filthy Italian against your skin while his fingers work magic inside you makes you forget it’s business. Makes you beg for things you never thought you’d want. And the things that man can do with his mouth should be illegal even in our line of work.”

“Why are you doing this?” I asked, subtly adjusting myself.

She ignored my question and kept going. “But it’s his ruthless dedication to your pleasure that will ruin you. He made me come eight times. Eight, Dante. He started with that sinful tongue, licking and sucking until I was soaking wet and shouting his name with back-to-back orgasms. Then I rode him hard until I came twice more, my pussy clenching around him like a vise. He flipped me over, spanked my ass raw, and took me from behind until I squirted all over the sheets. But he wasn’t done.”

“Natalia,” I said in reprimand, but she was on a roll and kept going.

“He held me up against the wall next, my legs wrapped around his waist while he whispered filthy promises in Italian and wrung another out of me. For the seventh, he pinned me on the bed, shoving his magical cock inside me again, which was so thick it burned in the best way when I was oversensitive, and fucked me until I screamed. And he was still hard, still hungry for more. He finally pulled out, straddled my chest and slid that gorgeous cock between my tits, fucking them with the same intensity until he came all over my neck and collarbone. The hot splash of his cum on my skin triggered one last, shuddering orgasm. Only you’ve ever wrecked me more thoroughly than that.”

“Are you done?” I asked, maintaining a flat tone despite my hard-on.

“I didn’t believe there was a man alive who could fuck as well as you, but Renato gives you a serious run for your money.” She leaned back, satisfaction written across her face. “And I think you know it, which is why you’re fascinated by him.”

I broke off another piece of croissant, chewing slowly. “I’ll admit he’s skilled.”

“Ha!” She clapped her hands together. “We’re finally getting somewhere.”

“Don’t make it into something it’s not.”

“I’m simply pointing out that in all the years we’ve known each other, I’ve never seen you this rattled by anyone.”

I huffed at her unerring accuracy. “I’m not rattled.”

“Uh-huh, sure. Your knuckles totally aren’t white around that cup in your death grip.” She laughed when I relaxed my hold with a scowl. “Look, I’m giving you the rare opportunity to talk out your conflicted feelings about him before you blow a gasket from overthinking. You should take advantage of it before we have to go.”

Despite my reluctance to open up to anyone, Natalia was right. I gave up the fight. “What I don’t understand is why he’s working at Gennaro Corporation. He could have anyone he wanted.”

“We all have our reasons.” Her voice softened. “Most enjoy the money. Some have debts to pay. A few of us have people to protect.”

“I slip with him in a way I’ve never done with anyone else.” The words burned on my tounge. “It’s dangerous.”

Natalia’s expression turned serious, her playfulness momentarily set aside. “Maybe that’s what you need, Dante. Someone who makes you forget the script for a while.”

“Scripts keep me alive.”

“No, they keep you trapped.” She reached over to brush her fingers against mine. “You’ve been playing this role for so long, I sometimes wonder if you remember who you really are underneath all those layers.”

“That’s the point. There is no me without the layers.”

She squeezed my hand. “But someday, when you’re free of all this, you’ll need to know who you are beyond the performance.”

“Maybe,” I conceded.

“He’s making you feel things you don’t want to feel, isn’t he?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.” She stroked the back of my hand in silent comfort. “It’s okay to be attracted to someone, Dante. It’s okay to want something for yourself.”

I sighed. “Not in our line of work, it isn’t.”

“We give so much of ourselves to others. Don’t we deserve something real for ourselves?”