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“I know,” I said softly. “I’ve met you before, remember?”

“Yeah, I kinda do,” she said sarcastically. “I mean it would be kinda hard to forget you.”

“Why’s that?” I could hear my grin even in the darkness. “Because I’m so handsome and brooding.”

“Never said you were handsome.”

“You never said I wasn’t, either.”

“You’re all right.”

“I was all right enough to slide on in there…” I whispered into the now-stuffy air at the back of the van.

“Slide on in where?” she asked sharply and then gasped. I knew she was blushing then, and I loved it.

“Fuck, my cock still feels how wet you were as I made my way inside of you, where no man had ever been before.”

“You don’t know that,” she said quickly. “What if I’d been lying? What if you were the tenth man I’d fucked? And if I’m quite honest, you weren’t even in the top five of all the men I’ve been with.”

“Ha,” I snorted at her comments. “You forget the blood that was on my cock and on the sheets,” I growled and grabbed hold of her, shifting her onto my lap. “You forget the way your lips trembled, and your eyes widened as I made myself go deeper and deeper inside of you. You were nervous I wouldn’t fit.” My hand slid around her waist, and my fingers touched the flesh of her stomach. Her top must have ridden up in the commotion. I pressed my lips against her neck and brushed her hair away from her ear. “Do you remember how you cried out as I thrust in and out of you?” I groaned as I moved her back and forth on my lap. The car ride was bumpy, so every so often, her ass tugged just right on my hardening cock. I could hear her breathing deeper now. I knew she had to feel me underneath her.

“I remember you slamming into me.” Her voice was high, and she moaned slightly as I slid my fingers inside her shirt and over her bra. “If you were so sure I was a virgin, why weren’t you more gentle?”

“I was gentle as fuck with you, Callie,” I growled at her words. “I’m not a beast.”

“Just a wolf?” she said softly. “Taking what you want without any care as to the other person.”

“I cared about how it felt for you, Callie. I wanted it to be sweet, soft, gentle. I wanted you to orgasm. I knew there would be some pain, but I wanted the pleasure to be worth it. Are you telling me that the pleasure wasn’t worth it? Are you telling me you regret me being your first?” My voice was gruff now, angry. I could feel my fingers digging into her skin.

“Do I regret you being my first?” She twisted her head to the side. “What do you think, Antonio? It’s not like we had a love connection. You used me. You—”

“I didn’t take your virginity for revenge. I took it because I wanted you. I needed you.” My voice was hoarse, and I was feeling feverish being around her. Callie had the uncanny ability to make me second-guess myself, and I hated it. I hated caring what she felt about me. I hated thinking I’d hurt her.

“Needed what?” she asked, spinning around. She tried to back off of me, but I held her in place. “This isn’t comfortable,” she said, pulling away.

“Then spread your legs around me,” I commanded, pushing her legs open and pulling her up on me so that she was now straddling me.

“Totally inappropriate, Antonio.”

“I’m not an appropriate man or haven’t you heard?”

“I heard you’re a jerk.”

“Who you been talking to?” I burst out laughing, even as my body stiffened. Her face was even closer to mine now, and I could make out the silhouette of her jawline, even in the dark.

“Everyone,” she said, and I could see her lifting her chin in the air. She shifted slightly, and I wasn’t sure if she realized it, but she was now directly on my cock, and every small move she made was turning me on more and more. “Who do you think took us?” she asked, sounding scared. The van picked up speed, and I held on to her tightly. “And where do you think they are taking us?”

“I have no idea who took us.” I was angry. “I have many enemies. Jimmy told me another Mafia boss, Nico Di Lorenzo, is trying to move into New York, so maybe him.”

“But why would he give a shit about me?” She sounded flustered. “I’m no one. Who cares about me?”

“Many people saw you at the ball… and Tommasso Romano witnessed you leaving that day…” I pressed my lips against her forehead. “Unfortunately, you’re involved in this world whether you like it or not.”

“Thanks so much, Antonio.” Her voice was saccharine. “It’s been such a pleasure knowing you.”

“And being loved by me…” I could feel her body freezing at my words. “And being made loved to by me is what I meant to say,” I corrected myself quickly, and she hissed something that sounded like “jackass” under her breath.

“For what it’s worth, I am sorry.” I rubbed the sides of her face. “I never wanted to put you in harm’s way. I never wanted anything bad to happen to you. I didn’t see this happening, Callie. You’re too good for this world.”

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