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I expelled the air through my nose. Actually, I was not in the mood to face the situation from that point of view or what it might reveal when you looked at it more closely. I would have preferred to tell Gia that she should be glad to still be alive instead of pestering me with all these questions now. But at the very last second I changed my mind and bit my tongue instead.
"You know what bothers me? That I'm usually in a woman's bed at this hour, sleeping peacefully."
Gia gave me an irritated look. "Is that an awkward invitation, mafia prince?"
My posture changed, some of the tiredness left my limbs. I fixed my gaze to her to find out if she meant what she said or if she was just joking around.
"Do you want it to be one?" I replied, a dark undertone in my voice. She was in full possession of her reasoning, a grown woman, and not forced to do anything.
If she wanted it I was the last one to oppose and refuse her.
I had expected to find something like nervousness in her features, but she merely looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and interest. Under my gaze, she leaned back a little, her hands braced behind her so that her breasts stretched upward.
My brain did its part and got rid of the annoying clothes. For now just in my thoughts, but... My pants became tight, even without the immediate thought of sex. The image of her naked in front of me was enough.
Because my mouth was drying out, I poured myself another drink.Maledizione!She was not a victim. Not an innocent girl.
She had only cried because of the shock and because she had come damn close to death– that was the reaction of any normal person. But now? Now she was safe and seemed to grant me insight into her actual personality.
"You like playing with fire, don't you?" I mused aloud and watched her lolling on the couch.
The very fact that she was doing this absolutely unabashedly and unaware of any guilt made me swallow hard. She was putting it on. And if I wasn't reasonable, no one would be.
Reason? That was a quality my siblings rarely attributed to me. So why should I have any? I was not Emilio, who took an unnecessarily long time to get into bed with the woman he had desired for half an eternity.
In principle, it was quite simple. I found Gia attractive. And Gia was willing. So what was there to stop me?
"What makes you say that?" she asked, almost innocently. As if she didn't know what effect her current pose had on me.
To my brain. My body. My fucking cock.
"It's quite the risk you take shamelessly seducing a complete stranger, don't you think?" After all, she didn't know me. She didn't know what she was getting into.
Let alone everything she was going through at the moment.
"It's also a risk to save a stranger from certain death by putting your own life on the line."
I shrugged my shoulders. "I like to play. Makes me feel alive."
Gia tilted her head. "I know exactly what you're talking about."
"Is that so?" I asked, still not ready to bridge the distance and take her right there on the couch.
"I don't know about you, but I need the action, the adrenaline to well. It reminds me I'm still alive, and it's not all a big, boring dream."
"Why?" I wanted to know more about her. How she saw and perceived things.
"Because I've been dancing with death since the day I was born, and sometimes I can't tell the difference anymore." I did not expect such an honest answer and yet it triggered a certain reaction in me. Namely, the one that wanted to persuade me to find out all her dirty little secrets.
She undoubtedly carried them around with her and I could hardly wait to elicit them from her. Gia had one thing ahead of all the other women I fucked: she was interesting. In a way that few people were.
"Your words attract me,micina," I let her know in a dark voice.
"Just my words?"
I laughed, raising an eyebrow before shaking my head. "No, not just your words. Your body is screaming to get rid of all the tension from the last few hours, isn't it? Normal people go for a jog."
I set the glass aside.
