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If he is here to kill me, he’ll fucking succeed because apparently, I’m a damn fool for him. His brothers, too.
“That’s a complicated question, Ava,” he says quietly, coming to a stop in front of me. Toe to toe like this, his body heat surrounds me as he stretches his arm out over my shoulder. I don’t understand what he’s doing until I hear the sound of the door clicking shut behind me, which is barely audible with the pounding of my pulse in my ears.
So. Fucking. Screwed.
“Then uncomplicate it for me.” The anger in my tone melts away with his proximity as my chest heaves with each breath.
He tilts his head from side to side, like he’s observing me from every angle until he finally speaks. “What’s so alluring about you,Bellissima?”
I frown in confusion with the complete change of subject as he lifts his hand to my chin, using two fingers to tilt my head back, giving him full access to peer deep into my eyes and touch my soul. “Stop trying to change the subject,” I manage to scramble in response, but my voice is getting weaker, distracted, consumed by him, and the smallest grin on his face says he knows it too.
Vito maintains eye contact with me as he runs his thumb over my jawline, somehow leaning closer to me, our chests brushing as he nudges me backward. I don’t stop until my back hits the wall, this brute of a man now consuming every inch of space around me. It would be a lie if I were to say I hate it. But I somehow manage to keep my arms planted at my sides, even though my fingers itch to reach out for him.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispers, his breath fanning across my lips as he tilts his head closer.
“Missed what?” The words slip from my lips before I can stop them, and the glint that flashes across his gaze tells me he knows he’s got me exactly where he wants me.
“I’ve missed watching your skin pebble beneath my touch,Bellissima. It’s all I’ve been able to think about.” His lips are barely an inch from mine now. “I thought about it when I watched your sweet ass sway as you walked away last night. I thought about it in my fucking dreams as I imagined you in every position and got to know your body more intimately. I thought about it this morning in the shower as I wrapped my hand around my cock and exploded to the taste of your pretty pink tits on my tongue. And I thought about it every second in between as well.”
My chest tightens, the need seeping from his words holding me in a vise-like grip as I stand frozen in place. How can his words render me speechless, set me alight, and leave my mind empty of everything but the thought of him?How?
A beat passes, followed by another, and another, until my body finally kicks into action, and despite myself and my earlier anger, the words that leave my mouth only confirm what I truly want to happen here.
“Fuck it.”
My hands lift to his chest, my fingers wrapping around the lapels of his jacket as I rise up on my tiptoes and crush my mouth to his, or does he crash his mouth to mine? I don’t know. All I know is, this better not stop, this better not end, because I need this more than my next fucking breath.
Mouths colliding, tongues sweeping against one another, we completely melt into each other.
He’s all I can think about, all I can feel, all I can see, all I can smell, all I can hear.
Vito’s grip on my chin quickly drags down to my throat, making a choked moan burn past my lips as he continues to kiss me. I need more, and I need it right now.
“Please, Vito. Please,” I beg, not caring about anything but getting more from him, and he doesn’t disappoint.
He tears his lips from mine, taking the smallest step back as I shakily release a long exhale. His gaze drags over me from head to toe, like he’s undressing me with his eyes before he does the real thing.
I would be more than happy to take the lead, but I remember his brother stopping me from touching Vito’s neck last night, and I really don’t want to do anything to spook him right now.
Without a word, he reaches for the collar of my checkered shirt, but before I can shake it off my shoulders, he tears the material in half, right down the back. The torn shirt fabric sliding down my arms effortlessly before he discards it over his shoulder.
Desire courses through me as he grabs the front of my white tee and does the exact same thing. The only sound that can be heard is the cloth shredding in his hands, revealing my lacy white bra underneath, and his eyes darken in response.
“Take off your pants before I do the same to those too,” he grunts, his eyes still fixed on my chest, and if I hadn’t learned last night that he was a breast man, I would have found that out right now.
Without any further prompt, I quickly step out of my pants, taking my socks and panties with them as he drags his tongue over his bottom lip once more.
“Don’t move,” he orders, taking a step back to shake off his jacket, placing it on the unused bed in the room before undoing his belt and dropping it beside the discarded material.
Holy. Fuck.
Still clothed in his shirt, pants, and shoes, he moves toward me, his steps filled with promise, determination, and need. He doesn’t slow when he approaches me. Instead, he grabs the back of my thighs and lifts me into the air, pressing my back firmly into the door behind me as his gaze fixates on my lace-covered breasts once more.
Using one hand under my thighs to keep me in the air, he brings his other to my chest, running his finger over the lace as he drags the cups down, exposing my nipples while keeping the bra in place.
The way his eyes devour me, I could explode from the passion and confidence it evokes inside of me.
His hand disappears and a moment later I hear the sound of his zipper lowering, and I know he’s freeing his cock.
