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Giada was special, not just because of her incredible voluptuous body but also because she had an air about her that was entirely different. There was no aura of arrogance that one would expect being from such a prominent family. She hadn’t been jaded by money or power, her time spent in Europe only adding to her depth, creating more layers.
There was nothing fake about her. While I sensed Cesare Vincheti had taught his daughter certain lessons regarding safety, he obviously hadn’t done a good enough job preventing her from wanting a bastard. God, she’d been hot. I hadn’t taken any time in appreciating just how gorgeous she was before sticking my dick inside of her. I rubbed my forehead, pacing in front of my desk. She was the most unassuming person I’d ever met. I also sensed she was far too trusting, believing in the best of people.
At least until she met rogues like me. Rogue. Hell, I’d surpassed that moniker by the time I was eight years old. I’d expected her to be whiny, acting like a petulant child, even throwing a tantrum, but she was capable of meeting my sarcasm with ease. I could only imagine what she’d do if provoked to another level.
Music?
She was a violinist? There hadn’t been time to check on every aspect of her background. Just watching her face contort in fury as she’d mentioned her hopes for the future would have crushed every other man.
But I wasn’t like other men.
With no conscience, it shouldn’t matter that I’d disrupted her life. Then why did it?
I took a sip of whiskey, praying the slight burn would help calm my anxiety, allowing me to focus more clearly.
I was wrong.
Goddamn it. Why had this turned into one fucking complicated mess? I paced the floor again, incapable of taking my mind off her.
Her sweet smile.
Her dazzling eyes.
Her hourglass figure.
“Goddamn it,” I bellowed out loud. I was acting like some schoolboy with a freaking crush.
The crux of the problem was that I’d never wanted a woman as strongly as I did her. I’d played over the passionate moments in the restaurant so many times I had every detail memorized. Then the reality always settled in.
Why hadn’t I seen the ambush? I’d all but laid out my cards for the asshole. There were so many things that didn’t add up, including who knew I was there that night.
At least we’d both survived, but that left another nagging feeling in my mind. We should have perished, if not to the gunfire, then to the flames.
I yanked out my phone, prepared to bark orders like a drill sergeant. “Sanchez. Meet me in my office.” I tossed back half the drink, licking the rim as I thought about our electric connection. She acted as if she could avoid my advances, her words saying one thing while her body said another. I’d fucked it up with the crap I’d said after tasting her the first time.
Still, she needed to begin to understand her new life was completely different than being under her father’s roof.
Fucking her had done nothing more than provide her with additional ammunition. How she would it use it against me would prove to be interesting.
I laughed softly, unable to rid my mind of the visions, especially in the restaurant. They played out like some hot porn movie. I could only imagine the assholes gawking from their vehicles as I fucked her like some wild animal. At least they’d had the common courtesy of waiting until we were finished before bombing the place.
And I’d been allowed to put on my clothes. Fuck. I shook my head, powering back the rest of my whiskey then pouring another. Wanting her was debilitating. Needing her even worse. Why couldn’t I shove her doe eyes or luscious body out of my mind? Why was it impossible to think about anything else but her?
She was my princess, her soft skin and curve of her body calling to me every time I walked into a room. I fisted my hand, her scent of only minutes before lingering on my skin. My cock continued to ache, still hard even after fucking her for almost a full hour. And I would do so again tonight, taking her even more savagely.
The thought that she was the target was never far from my mind. My instincts were rarely wrong and at this point, they were screaming that I’d fucking missed the point. However, I needed to make certain that all avenues were checked.
After taking another swig, I glared at my watch. Why the hell was it taking Sanchez so long to follow orders? My anger reached a boiling point, the glass threatening to crack in my hand. When the rage shot through the surface, I tossed the drink all the way across the room, almost hitting the door.
Just as Sanchez walked inside.
“Jesus Christ,” he snarled as he ducked, snapping his head toward the wall as liquor trickled down the side. “Let me guess. Trouble in paradise?” He grinned as he faced me.
“Just close the door. Don’t give me any shit.”
“Whoa, you’re in a piss poor mood. Do you mind if I ask why? Boss?” He added the last word for effect. He’d been more than just my second in command over the years. We’d developed a friendship, although he knew better than when to cross the line. Today was one of those days. I didn’t like being made a fool of and that’s exactly what had happened.
“It seems you’ve forgotten I was attacked less than forty-eight hours ago, my restaurant burned to the ground.”
