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Was I the reason for her crowded emotions, or was she always this disgustingly bright?
My fingers on her waist tightened, and my other hand came to her waist as well. Her breathing was so fast. The low cut of her neckline tantalized me, but I managed to look into her eyes. Green, so green. They were not like blue or hazel or brown. It was pure green.
“What do you want in return?” I asked, even though she seemed too overwhelmed to answer. Good, now she was feeling at least an ounce of the irritation I had because of her.
Her lips parted, and she looked at me the same way others did when they wanted me to kiss them. I pressed her closer to me, making sure she felt all my body on all her body. Her fingers on my shoulders shook slightly, and when I leaned into her ear, I could feel her every heartbeat against me.
She was so responsive. So easily affected. The things I had to put so much effort to see in others were so easy in the open with her. I almost felt dizzy from the intensity of her.
I had to know her name. After that, she could get her kiss.
“What is your name?” I whispered with a low but soft voice into her ear.
She took a deep breath, and I could almost see her smile in her next words. “If you keep me this close, you will learn it very shortly.”
Now I was confused. My brows came together, and just when I was about to ask what she meant, a strong male voice came from a little too close to us, “Priscilla.”
I pulled back and looked at the owner of the voice. Almost as tall as me, blonde, too powerful for his own good.
“I was dancing with Mr. Mazzoni,” she said, fluttering her eyelashes to the stranger.
“I could see,” the guy answered tensely. I was so confused that I couldn’t even focus on the fact that I had learned her name.
Priscilla.
For some reason, it made sense. That name sounded fitting for her. Maybe even more fitting than Venus. She could keep being Venus in the depths of my mind, though.
Priscilla sounded soft, but also it had an erotic undertone when voiced the right way. I could most definitely voice the right way. I could bury every emotion I learned from her into her name just to make her go crazy.
“We haven’t met,” he said and extended his hand. “Gabriele Falzone.”
Oh fuck.
I pulled back from Priscilla to shake his hand, but my eyes still went back to her. She was like a magnet for attention. I wondered who she was to her and hoped she was not a date.
Gabriele answered my silent question when I looked at her a little too long. “This is my sister, Priscilla.”
Good.
But also fuck.
She only had an amused smile on her face at the situation. She already knew what the fuck was up. Yet her attitude towards me was not fake. I was good at understanding fake and genuine emotions. If her emotions were fake, she wouldn’t make me this uncomfortable.
“Can we have a smoke, Mr. Mazzoni,” Gabriele asked? “I am sure Priscilla can find someone else to dance.” There was a fire in his eyes. He hated seeing me dance with his sister. He hated seeing me touch her. He was going to do the best he could to keep me away from her.
Normally I wouldn’t care about it, but if I wanted to marry this woman, I needed Gabriele. I needed his blessing.
Game on.
Priscilla
He left. Gabriele just took him away from me. Such cockblocker.
And I stayed back stunned to my very core. He was even more perfect up close. He was so handsome, and oh god, that voice. Even his sound was enough for me to ruin my panties.
I mean, they would be ruined if I was wearing any. This dress was too tight and light for that. I was planning to give this information to Antonio, but Gabriele had to be a pain in the ass.
I was usually flirty, but I was always in control. This time he controlled me. He took my breath away, and I just let him. I wanted him to take my breath away, and I wanted him to know. I wanted him to see my want.
