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This close, I realize for the first time that the eyes I thought were almost black are, in fact, an attractive chocolate brown. He has fine lines at the corners, like most people beyond a certain age, I guess, but I hadn’t expected any vulnerability whatsoever, and the lines suggest a hint of human susceptibility.
I become breathless for a whole other reason altogether. Lying like this, for just a few seconds, he seems to offer something more than the heartless mob boss persona.
I bite at my bottom lip, moistening the area with the tip of my tongue, and shift slightly, forgetting not to. The rush of desire between my legs is so strong I almost moan out loud.
Then his pupils flare, and the sense of vulnerability and something human is gone. The darkness returns to his expression.
“Are they not interlinked, little bird? Passion and anger. Just like pleasure and pain.”
“Not in my world,” I manage, and he smiles gently, as if I’ve just said something ridiculous.
“The thing is, Bianca, you are notinyour world anymore. From now on, you’re a part of mine.”
* * *
Rio
When she partsher lips like that, darting out with the very tip of her pink tongue to moisten them, it takes everything in me not to crush her mouth beneath mine.
Until she moves her hips, inadvertently grinding against my erect cock, and my control dips.
“Bianca.” Her name comes out half strangled, and I lower my head and sweep my tongue across her mouth, wanting to taste what she is unconsciously offering.
She closes her eyes, as if she cannot bear to look at me this close, but does nothing to avoid my brief invasion.
“Why are you here tonight?” Her voice is the merest whisper. “Isn’t it bad luck, the night before the wedding, for the groom to see…”
She swallows, clearly unable to finish.
“Bad luck? You just smashed a mirror, little bird.”
“Ah yes. So I did.”
I shift my weight more onto my right arm so I can lift a finger of my left hand to trace a line down her throat. So delicate. I rest my hand there, my fingers spread, and both of us know I could squeeze tightly if I wanted to, and there’d be nothing she could do to stop me.
She swallows again in a convulsive manner that vibrates beneath my grip, and I wonder if she has ever had a man thrust deeply into that space. Thrust deeply and claim her throat with his cock?
As if she can sense the direction of my thoughts, her eyes flash open, and my heart skips in a strange pattern at the close-up reminder of her unusual coloring. The darker ring of iris around the delicious golden center. Brown eyes, but nothing like any other brown eyes I’ve ever seen.
“A bad portent for our marriage, Rio, isn’t it? All this bad luck? Perhaps you should just let me go.” Her lips lift in a tiny smile, but her brows dip into a frown. “I will sign over the papers for whatever you want. You can have my inheritance. My Mafia family fortune, or the official rights to the Carlotti name, or whatever it is you need from me. I’ll give it to you freely, if you simply let me go.”
“No.”
“But—”
I stop her futile protest with a kiss. A short but intense kiss in which I claim her mouth the way I do with all the other women I’ve ever had. Hard and forceful, and with no regard for anything but stamping her with possession.
Mine.
She whimpers, the sound as effective as a face slap when it reverberates up from her throat and into mine. I involuntarily soften my approach, trying to gauge why that sound affects me so strongly.
Then she whimpers again, but there’s a different note in the sound this time—a note that sends a signal straight to my groin. All of a sudden, her hands clutch at my back, her nails digging into me through my shirt, and she pulls me close.
Then she kisses me back.
The embrace changes completely to something I don’t know what to do with. It is no longer led by me in a ruthless show of possession. Instead, her lips and tongue against mine are sensual, delicate, coaxing an altogether different response from me.
What is she doing? Now I’m the one groaning as she takes my sounds into her mouth, her throat, and her legs shift beneath me, opening wider until her thighs cradle my hips.
