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“So, what do you want me to take off?” Milene asks and lowers her eyes to meet mine.
“Your choice.”
She bends and reaches under the T-shirt and slowly removes her panties. When she straightens, I nod toward the piece of red lace she’s holding and extend my hand. “Those are mine now.”
Milene curves an eyebrow as she launches her panties right into my face. “You got lucky with that one. Next.”
The red lace falls onto my chest, so I deliberately lift it to my nose and inhale, enjoying the sight of surprise on Milene’s face. “You are allergic to fish,” I say and then add, “and to peanuts.”
Her lips widen in a smug smile. “That’s two misses, Tore. I eat half a jar of peanut butter a week, and we had fish at that restaurant where you made all the other guests leave. I expected you to be more attentive for someone who—” She stops in the middle of the sentence, and surprise flashes in her eyes as she comes to a realization.
“Yes, I guess I should be more attentive,” I say and remove my sweats for the fish. For the peanut butter, I take off my shirt. She only has the T-shirt left, and I’m in my boxer briefs. “Looks like we’re even at the moment.”
Milene’s eyes travel down my chest and stomach and stop at my crotch, or more specifically, the bulge there. “Playing games with me turns you on?”
“It’s not the games, Milene,” I say. “Just you.”
Her gaze snaps back to my face, those green eyes glaring into mine, lips pressed tightly together.
“Tell me, Milene, why were you so scared of getting into a relationship with someone from Cosa Nostra?”
She blinks and quickly shifts her focus to the painting above the bed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You are a very bad liar, cara. Lie again, and you remove your T-shirt as a punishment.” I reach for my wine on the nightstand. “I noticed a very interesting thing when I went over the info Nino collected for me. This last guy you were with, David... he was a yoga instructor.”
“So?”
“Before him, it was some pastry chef. Before that one, a florist. Even when you were in high school, you always picked the most... tame partners. You never even went out on a date with anyone from our circles.”
“You had your chief of security dig out my high school crushes?” She gapes at me.
“Yes.”
Milene leaves her empty glass on the dresser behind her and grabs the board at the foot of the bed. “You had no right!” she snaps.
“Were you afraid everyone in Cosa Nostra is like your father? Terrorizing people because of his own inferiority complex?” I continue, “Or was it because you didn’t feel safe?”
“And I’m safe with you?” The corners of her lips curve upward. It’s concerning, how much that little smirk turns me on. I watch her as she climbs onto the bed, then crawls over my body to straddle my waist until her face is onlyinches from mine. “You think you’re better than the other men in Cosa Nostra, so I have nothing to fear? Is that it?”
“Youaresafe with me, Milene.” I take a sip of my wine and leave the glass on the nightstand. “But not because I’m better than the rest. Just the opposite, in fact.”
“Oh?”
I grab her chin and fix her with my stare. “You’re safe with me because I’m the worst it can get, cara. And no one will dare touch what is mine.”
“You missed again.” She hooks her fingers in the hem of my boxer briefs. “I was never afraid that I might get hurt if I ended up with someone from the Family.”
“What else?” I ask and regard her as she moves down my body, pulling my boxer briefs along my legs. She doesn’t flinch when she reaches the stump midway of my calf, just continues sliding them down my right leg and then throws the underwear over her shoulder.
“I was terrified by the possibility I might fall in love with someone from Cosa Nostra,” she says and crawls up my body, avoiding my now fully erect cock until she’s sitting on my stomach with her bare and completely drenched pussy pressing onto my skin.
My cock is so fucking hard it feels like it’s going to explode. “And why would that pose a problem?” I ask and lift my hand to trace the line of her lips with my finger.
“Because I don’t think I’ll survive watching a man I love die, Tore,” she whispers, looking down into my eyes.
“Well, it’s a good thing you hate me, cara. So, I guess you’re safe from the heartache.”
“Of course I hate you,” Milene says through her teeth.
