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We both pick up our shirts and walk up the stairs together. “You do know she’s a package deal, right? It’s not just her; it’s Isabella too.” He breaks the momentary silence.
“I know.”
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I’m getting too old for this shit. My whole fucking body aches like a motherfucker. The bag of ice I was nursing on my left eye is all but melted. Tossing it onto the bedside table, I lift the whiskey bottle to my mouth and chug the remaining contents, the burn in my throat a comforting companion. I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting on this bed, waiting for her to come back.
Every thirty minutes, I get text messages from the men I have tailing her all over fucking New York City. She’s certainly on a mission, gathering every bit of intel she can on the Valentino family.
I’m going to have fun making heads roll. Every fucker who gave her the tiniest bit of info on my family’s dealings will suffer the consequences. Just as soon as I can fucking move without feeling like the devil himself is stabbing me with his goddamn pitchfork.
“What the fuck are you up to, little angel?” I question the empty room, the only light illuminating from my phone as I flick through image after image of Angelica torturing family associates.
After spouting a few Italian expletives at me when I came up from the basement with T, she turned on her heel and walked out the front door. I’ve been waiting for her to come back ever since. Of course the one fucking woman who had to capture my attention and make my dick harder than fucking stone had to go and be more of a bloodthirsty psychopath than I am.
I suddenly sense that I’m not alone. “Where’ve you been, Angel?” I ask, looking up at my little psycho standing in the doorway.
“None of your damn business. What are you doing in my room, Neo?” I watch as she unstraps a number of guns and knives from her body.
Why is that so fucking hot? I should be running for the damn hills. I have no doubt Angelica could cut my dick right off without even blinking.
“Waiting for you. Where you been?” I grunt as I rise from the bed, swaying a little as the room spins. Angelica is at my side within seconds, pushing me back down. “Now that’s more like it.” I smirk.
“Why are you here?” She pulls on the lamp cord situated on the bedside table, the abrupt light blinding and causing me to squint my eyes up at her. “I should skin you alive, you know, after what you did to my brother. Nobody will get away with so much as scratching him while I’m around. Why should you be any different?” she seethes.
Holy shit, is she going all-out protective little sister mode right now? Those two barely know each other, yet you’d think they’ve been each other’s bodyguards forever. It’s scary how similar they are.
“Argh, God.” No, this can’t be happening.
“What? What’s wrong?” She’s suddenly all over me. Her hands inspecting every inch of my body.
“Ow, fuck. Nothing’s wrong. I’ve just figured out I’ve got a fucking boner for my best friend’s sister. A sister who is way more like that friend than I care to acknowledge. It’s a little disturbing.”
“So, basically, you’re saying you’ve got a boner for your best friend? Does he know this?” She laughs, and I swear I hear fucking trumpets.
“Shut up and kiss me already.” I don’t give her a chance to refuse me. Grabbing the back of her head, I slam our faces together. “Mmm, you taste so fucking good,” I murmur into her mouth. “Totally worth it.”
Chapter Eight
How do I keep letting this happen? I’m currently draped over Neo’s body, kissing him. Again. Damn, this man knows how to kiss. He reaches down and tugs my shirt up, pulling away slightly to get the material over my head. And I let him. Why am I letting him undress me?
One look into his lust-filled eyes, and I see my own desire—my need—looking back at me. Ineedhim to touch me. Ineedhim like I’ve never needed anyone before.
My focus is now zoned in on getting him naked and inside me. Reaching over the edge of the bed, I pull out the knife I have hidden just under the mattress. Then I sit upright and push Neo flat on his back. He doesn’t say anything as he watches me bring the blade to the collar of his shirt, holding the fabric a breath away from his skin. I cut right down the middle, letting the scraps fall to his sides.
My breath hitches at the sight of him. A broad chest that leads down to perfectly sculpted abs, the V-shape peeking out from the top of his pants. All of this wrapped up in flawless olive skin. While I’m distracted, staring at all that is Neo, he steals the blade from my hand and flips me over onto my back. With the flick of his wrist, my bra is destroyed into two pieces, my breasts falling free of the fabric.
“Hey, that cost me a lot of money.” My protest is weak, my gaze stuck on watching him watch me.
“I’ll buy you a whole fucking store, because there is no way I won’t be doing that again.” He smirks as he runs the tip of the knife down my heaving chest.
My nipples pebble, my pussy now throbbing. I should be scared. I shouldn’t let him have this kind of control over my body. Let him trail a knife along my skin. It’s insane.
Yet… a dark, desperate part of me wants him to dig just a little deeper. To cut my skin just enough to draw blood. His eyes never leave mine as the tip of the blade circles my left nipple. His lips tip up at one corner. Oh God, he knows. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
“Most girls would be screaming—terrified—right now. But you’re not like most girls, are you, Angel?” His voice is husky.
My hands reach for the belt buckle on his pants, inadvertently pushing my breast against the sleek, sharpened edge. “No, I’m not,” I say as I go about undoing his belt, followed by his pants. Reaching my hand in, I finally grasp his cock in my eager palm. I feel the tip of the knife pierce my skin, right next to my nipple, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me. My back arches in response, like an offering. “Oh God!” I cry out as Neo bends down, covering my breast with his mouth as he sucks, licks, and nips at my skin.
