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He shakes his head, a laugh escaping him. “You and Tag have done some crazy shit, but this, it tops it all.”
I stand, fastening my jacket and scanning the room for Piper. I catch her disappearing down into the garden. The more time I spend with her, the more I need. Maria saw what I’ve been dreaming of, and I need to make it my reality, but I can only do that if I show Piper I’m worth being with. The games have to come to an end.
Chapter Twelve
PIPER
I sit on the small stone wall and stare out over the skyline. The beautiful thing about Italy is the hills allow you to see for miles, and tonight, I’m treated to the sun slowly setting, making the sky a hazy orange colour.
A man sits beside me, smiling wide. “I was watching you,” he says, his Italian accent thick. “You’re very beautiful.” I arch a brow as he runs his finger over my knee. The men here seem to be attracted to my pale skin like flies to shit.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” I begin, but it’s too late as Anton reaches over my head and grips the man’s finger, pulling it back until it makes a sickening snap sound. I wince as the man howls in pain. Anton shoves a handkerchief into the man’s open mouth, muffling his cries. He hisses something in Italian into his ear and the man stops his noise.
Another man rushes over, looking panic-stricken. “Mr. Martinez, I am so sorry. I’ll have him removed right away.” His words are rushed as he clicks his fingers in the air rapidly. “He’s only been with us for a short time. He isn’t made yet.” I watch as the man is led away holding his finger.
Anton turns his anger to the apologetic man. “If he isn’t a made man, why is he here?” The man visibly shrinks back but wisely chooses to remain silent. “Maybe I should pay you a visit tomorrow and make sure your organisation is in order?”
The man bows his head. “You are welcome anytime, Mr. Martinez.”
Anton takes my hand and pulls me to stand, then he marches back towards the house, tugging me along behind. “Anton,” I hiss, trying to pull free. He grips harder, leading us out the front door and around to the side of the house. He releases me, turning quickly and taking me by surprise. Without a word, he steps closer until I’m backed against the wall. His eyes search my face, for what I’m unsure, and after a few seconds, he slams his lips against mine in a bruising kiss, not stopping until he’s stolen every last breath and I’m left panting with need.
His stare only intensifies, then he tucks my hair away from my face before whispering, “You’re mine.” His moods are so confusing, much like Hulk’s, and I smirk at how similar they are. “I can’t stop thinking about you being naked under this,” he adds, plucking at the dress.
“You want to see?” I tease, grinning and taking the hem between my fingers. It works—he grins, and I relax a little. I like this version of him, the one I can joke around with. He hooks his finger in the top of the dress and tugs it an inch from my body, peering down at my breasts, and I laugh. “Perv,” I add.
His mouth is close again, and I stare longingly. All this teasing is driving me insane, so I take the plunge and gently press my lips against his. I pause, hoping he doesn’t pull away. It’s the first time I’ve been daring enough to make the first move. He smiles, taking my face in his hands and sweeping his tongue into my mouth. It’s slow and sexy, making my toes curl. “You push all the boundaries,” he murmurs, resting his forehead against mine. “It’s addictive.”
His words stir something inside me and, for a moment, it’s possible to see a future for us, together. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in for another kiss. This time, it’s desperate and rushed. Our teeth clash and his hands run down my body. He lifts me, trapping me between him and the wall, and I wrap my legs around his waist. My dress has risen, exposing my naked lower half, and he pushes his hand between us, running a finger through my folds. I hum my approval, and he growls, quickly unfastening his belt and unzipping his trousers. He shoves them halfway down his thighs and enters me in one swift motion. I cry out in surprise, and he kisses me again to steal the sound. I’m vaguely aware there’s no barrier between us, but he’s moving so fast, the pleasure is rolling through me before I can process it all.
Clinging to his shoulders, I hold on for dear life as he slams into me, grunting with exertion. I come apart quickly, shuddering until my body turns to mush and I’m left whimpering. Anton pulls from me, taking his erection in his hand and moving his fist back and forth. I lower to my hunches, and he groans, watching through hooded eyes as I swipe my tongue over the swollen head of his cock. I taste myself mixed with him and open wider, letting him slide between my lips. He presses his hands against the wall, keeping his eyes fixed on me as I suck him. After a few minutes, he stills, tensing and muttering words in Italian. I feel his cock swell and then streams of cum hit the back of my throat. I take everything, wincing as I swallow the bitter taste down.
He rests his head against the wall, closing his eyes while he gathers himself. I slip under his arm and move away, straightening my dress and running my fingers through my hair. I’m not sure how to feel about having sex with Anton. We’ve spent days teasing one another, and finally, we gave in. I glance his way, and he’s stuffing himself back into his trousers. He catches me watching and smiles. “Are you okay?” he asks. I smile too, nodding. Something’s changed between us.
He takes my hand and pulls me to him, placing a kiss on my head. “Go and wait in the car. I’ll say my goodbyes, and we’ll go home. I have plans for us tomorrow.”
ANTON
Piper was exhausted when we arrived home and went straight to bed. I promised to follow, yet here I am, sitting by the pool alone, thinking over my plans. Minutes pass and Michael arrives, stopping by the bar to fill a glass before joining me. “Where did you rush off to?” he asks.
“Piper was tired,” I reply, not bothering to look at him.
I feel him assessing me. “You fucked her,” he says, sounding amused.
“Do you have to be so crude?” I snap, scowling.
He laughs again. “Careful, you sound like you’re catching feelings, boss.”
I sigh heavily, swirling the ice in my drink. “I don’t know what the fuck’s happening,” I admit. “It’s gone way beyond what I imagined. I’m making reasons to tie her to me.”
“Yah know, you could just do it the old fashioned way,” he suggests, and I bring my eyes to his. He shrugs. “Date her, fall in love, marry her, have children.”
I shake my head. “She’s only here because I forced her to be. I’ve blackmailed her into this, and now, I’m . . .” I groan. “I’m scared she’ll leave.”
Michael gives me a sympathetic look. “Maybe she won’t. Ask her out properly.”
“And if she says no? If she tells me she still loves that fuck-up biker, then what?”
He shrugs again. “You find someone else.”
