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A purpose to life.
“I’m my own worst enemy,” I say as we stare at each other. Her face is becoming clearer, and less red as I lie here. She’s breathtaking. My eyes lower to her lips, looking at the tiny split on the side. I want to kiss her pain away. I’m responsible for it, so I should heal it.
“Are you okay?” I ask genuinely.
“I thought it would be exciting. I envisioned saving my family, showing I can be as good at this life as them.” She lets out a sad chuckle. “I was petrified that I put my family’s lives in danger. I was scared I would never see you, to tell you how big of an asshole you are—”
I cut her off by kissing her. I don’t know how to make her believe that I never meant for this to happen. I would rather take a bullet from Mancini than see her like this. I keep telling myself she is no good for me. She’s the enemy. But then why does my heart hurt for her?
Her lips are slow to move with mine and soft to the touch.
“Theo,” she rasps. I kiss her deeper, my tongue massaging hers, and she kisses me back.
“I’m sorry I didn’t protect you as I should have.” The harsh truth hurts. For the first time in my life, I feel like I chose thewrongright side. I kiss down her neck, triggering a soft moan from her.
“You’re playing both sides right now. Don’t say things you don’t mean,” she whispers.
Am I doing that?I kiss down her collarbone, trying to make her crazy with lust, so we both can stop thinking about the night.
“You’re blurring my moral compass.” I pull down her silk pajama top, exposing her breast. Licking around her nipple, I blow on it, causing it to stand at a point before I latch onto it with my mouth. I want nothing more than to rid her of her clothes and fuck her until we both feel good. Her back arches as I nip at her tip.
My hand works its way under her shirt, my fingertips lightly dancing on her soft skin. Her breathing changes to short pants with each of my touches.
Lifting my face, I look at her. She no longer looks like the enemy I once made up in my head. She’s staring right back at me, both of our chests rising and falling.
“Let me replace your pain.” There is slight indecision swirling in her irises before she nods. “I want to carry it for you. Let me do that, at least for tonight.”
She sits up, exposing her red teeth-marked skin. Rage boils my blood. I’ve never wanted Mancini dead so much in my life. For the first time, my father is not my motivation. It’s this dark-haired girl beside me.
Her arms slowly move her shirt up and over her head. She is stunning. The fleeting thought that I don’t deserve this girl swirls around me. I don’t deserve her forgiveness. I don’t deserve her body.
I lift my shirt over my head before caging her under me. I start by placing a delicate kiss on her marred skin.
My hands grip her hips and ass, moving her at my will. I kiss her neck once again, and a shiver runs down her length. Teasing her, I sit up, undoing my belt and slipping it off. I watch as her eyes widen and a half-smirk plays on her lips when she notices me making my belt into perfect handcuffs.
Without me asking, she moves both of her hands out in front, giving me her silent permission. My dick strains in my pants, liking her immediate submission.
Looping the leather around her delicate wrists, I pull to make it fit her before moving her hands above her head.
I stand, pulling my pants off, her eyes never leaving my body. My cock welcomes the reprieve as I lower my zipper. It springs free the moment I push my pants down an inch.
Her hands come down from over her head and I make atisksound, that has her lifting a brow playfully questioning what I’m going to do about it.
Kneeling back on the bed, I move her shorts down, her hips lifting, allowing me to remove them.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper gruffly. She touches the side of her cheek, and I move her hand away and over her head once again.
My fingers trace around her mark, not touching it. Not because I don’t want to, but because I don’t want to hurt her. My hand trails down to just above her heart, and it pounds against my touch.
I could leave now, and she would hate me forever. But it would be clear where we both stand. Her forehead pinches, and I wonder if she can read my thoughts.
“You having a gut check?” she asks. I watch her throat bob with insecurity.
I grind my jaw, hating that it’s rightfully placed. “No. I wanted to take a moment to admire how perfect you are.”
“Don’t play games with me, Theo. You have me half tied up. Are you backing out of what you’ve started?”
“Tonight, it’s just Aria and Theo. Tomorrow, we can go back to thinking about what that means. Now, open your legs.”
