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As head of the families, I am expected to produce an heir, but I was never one to give a shit about their expectations in that respect. Now, I can’t stop imagining children with my unruly dark curls and Greta’s sapphire eyes running around our homes, torturing the staff with their messes.
“What are those?” Greta’s melodious voice hits me square in the chest, and I have to stop myself from rubbing at the aching where it hit its target.
Lifting my eyes tomia perla, I take in my woman and pray to a God that abandoned me years ago that I don’tlose her.
Swallowing the lump of emotions her mere presence brings about, I answer. “Both personal and financial documents confiscated from Vasile’s home in Germany. I already searched through the one fromBolzano.”
“What are you looking for exactly?” I loved her childlikecuriosity.
“I’m trying to find where he may have found sanctuary while my men search for the Rossi woman,” I answer and flip to the next page, reluctantly casting my eyes away from her before I’m tempted to say, “fuck it,” and abandon my work.
“Hmm. I know you said that the men that helped him escape had to be paid mercenaries, but…” She trails off.
“But?”I prompt.
“What if they weren’t? What if he has more connections than we thought? One thing I do know about Seb… Stefan was that he was clever and patient. Look how long he waited to make his move against you. Are we sure he doesn’t have another powerful figure supporting him? A silent partner, so to speak?” She finishes with a tilt of her head and a thoughtful gleam in her eyes. Fuck she’s sexy when she talks conspiracy theories. But hell, she’s sexy all the time. And born for this world. She’s fierce, intelligent, and the perfect balance of vicious andmerciful.
I re-arrange my pulsing erection in my jeans before answering. “You have a point. Here.” I hand her a stack of documents. “Search through those and let me know if anything sends up red flags.”
Her eyes widen as she takes the papers from my hand. “Really? You’d trust me with that?”
My brow furrows in confusion. “Why would I not?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. It seems like an important job, and I could miss something that you or your men would catch. Something…”
“Criminal?” I smile, to which she only shrugs.
Unable to bare even the smallest distance between us, I stand and cross the room to her, where I lift her feet and drop them on my lap, sitting on the ottoman facing her. Her feet are tiny in my large hands. She lets out an un-ladylike, but sexy as hell, groan when I dig my fingers into the arch of her feet. I clench my back teeth and think of old ladies in their underwear to keep my dick at bay, but there’s no hiding my “growing problem” when she gasps, then purrs like a wanton kitten as I graze my thumb over the ball ofher foot.
“If you continue making those noises,mia perla, I can’t be held responsible for my actions,” I caution while running a calloused fingertip across the area again. She shivers in my hands and bites down on her lower lip to stifle another moan, and the image of those pouty lips wrapped around my cock has pre-cum staining my boxer briefs. “Greta,” I growl in warning.
“What? I didn’t moan,” she argues.
“You know what you’re doing,mia perla. Your mind may not remember how to drive me crazy, but your body does.”
She lifts a foot from my hands to bring pointed toes to my chest, where she runs her big toe up and down the buttons of my shirt. “Stay on topic,Signore Calvano,” she coos innocently, then yelps when I take her roaming foot to my lips and nipher heel.
“Comportarsi, mia tentatrice.” I tell my temptress to behave, to which she responds in perfectItalian.
“Mai, mio diavolo.”Never, My devil.And Jesus, her calling meherdevil sets my wretched soul aflame.
Careful of her IV and her wounded arm, I lift her from her seat and sit her astride me. She bites her bottom lip again, this time suppressing a mischievous smirk. My cock jumps behind my zipper, begging to be buried deep inside her. My palms cup both sides of her face. “You’re playing with fire,mia regina.” My fingers flex against her silky skin as I resist the need to take what I want.
Her slender fingers grasp my wrists, and her eyes spark with a mixture of defiance and lust. “I’m not your queen, Emil,” she says haughtily, but her words lack conviction.
Bringing my lips a hairsbreadth from hers, I taunt them with a feather-light kiss, “Not yet.” Then I slam my lips down on hers, sealing my declaration.
Her lips are stiff and unyielding before she answers my demanding kiss with brutal nips, bleeding me. I hum in approval and encourage her brutality with a bite of my own, getting the desired effect when she growls against my lips and spears her fingers into my hair. She winces at the tug of the IV in her hand and the pull on her shoulder wound, but when I attempt to disengage,mia perlahas none of it.
She slaps my hands away, again wincing. “Greta, stop,” I grumble, but she’s a wild woman as she devoursmy mouth.
“Shut up, Emil, and fuck me,” she breathes against my bloody lips, and hell, who am I to argue with what my queen wants? So, without argument, I bring my lips back to hers. Our lips battle for control, our hearts pounding against the others. With desperate hands, I unsheathe my cock from its denim confines, lift the sweater dress she’s wearing just enough to expose the top of her lace-covered pussy, unhook her black lace bra, and rip the matching panties in my impatience to get at herwet heat.
Her hands disengage my hair, and her lips leave mine cold and wanting when she pulls away to rip open my shirt, the muffled pings of buttons flying and our labored desperate breaths echoing around the vast library. Her eyes immediately land on the Calvano family crest tattoo on my pec. Her fingers ghost over the black ink, her brow furrowed in thought. My heart bludgeons itself against my chest bone while my skin fizzles and my cock aches at her touch. I want to slam her back to the floor and ride her hardand fast.
“You were drunk.” Her words are barely a whisper, but I hear them nonetheless. My already thundering heart becomes a raging storm as hope surges through it like a bolt of lightning. Her eyes lift to mine, and a smile as warm as the summer sun stretches her lips. “I remember the first time I saw your tattoo. You were drunk, and there wasa woman––”
I cut her words off with the press of my lips to hers. “A mere distraction from the woman I truly wanted.” Her eyes narrow on mine, then flutter shut when I guide my swollen cock to her dripping pussy.
