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I was so alive, more excited than I’d been in my life. I wrapped my other arm around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair and as he took full control, forcing me to ride him long and hard, I remained lightheaded.
Nothing had ever prepared me for something like this. For someone like him. I was thrown into such magic that nothing else mattered.
When he broke the kiss, he nipped my lower lip, his breathing as labored as mine. Heat exploded between us and I laughed nervously, no longer the scared girl who wasn’t certain she knew what she was doing. I was a woman. He’d made me that way. All I could think about was being with him.
“That’s it, come on my cock, baby. Come for me.”
His command was exactly what I needed. In the next few precious seconds, I threw my head back, allowing the vibrations to course through me like a tidal wave of blissful pleasure.
“Oh. Oh… Yes. Yes. Yes!”
His cock continued to throb, his breath skipping and the second a climax rushed into me, I sensed him letting go, filling me once again with seed.
I sucked in my breath as the beautiful, yet damning memory started to fade.
The moment had been just as incredible, just as heartfelt. It had been our last few seconds together before the bubble we’d placed around ourselves had been burst.
Before my tender heart had been ripped apart.
He’d pulled away, his entire demeanor changing, a single phone call creating a distance between us. Then he’d sent me on my way, telling me that it was for the best and that I didn’t deserve to be strapped with his world. Now I understood better why. He was exactly like my father and my fiancé, a bastard criminal likely with violent tendencies. On that night so long ago, he’d broken my heart into a million little pieces. I’d hated him at first, telling myself that I would never forgive him. Then it had no longer mattered. In truth, maybe he’d done me a favor.
It was too bad fate was a cruel bitch.
There was no chance that the man standing at the front of the restaurant was my Francesco, the man I’d fallen hopelessly in love with all those years ago. The chances of me winning a Powerball lottery were much higher.
But when he turned his head, his eyes locking with mine, there was no mistaking the truth of who and what he was.
I tried to turn away, my heart racing, but the draw to the man was too significant.
All the tears I’d shed, the horrors that I’d been forced to go through in the months after our glorious night of passion rushed to the forefront of my mind. I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t breathe, and there was no doubt that my sins had just come back to haunt me.
Just like my father had told me would happen after calling me a whore.
He was watching me, crowding closer. He pushed his way through the crowd, a knowing settling in. I mouthed his name and he did mine was well. For a few seconds, no one else was in the room. There was no sound, a concentrated light on the two of us. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.
I’d read about the top syndicates in New York. Hell, one of my classes in college had centered around organized crime. Examples had included some of the most famous crime bosses in the country from history as well as newcomers.
Including Tony Arturo.
My thoughts drifted to when he’d told me his father had been killed. The paths of our lives were too similar. Lights flashed in front of my eyes.
Francesco was everything I’d ever wanted and nothing I could have. When he took another step closer, I knew I had to break my hypnotized state, or the past would collide with the present. Nothing good would come out of this. If he was close to Dante and his family, then my life as I knew it would be over.
When my old lover’s attention was pulled away by Mayor Santiago, I fisted my hands. This was possibly the only opportunity I had of getting away. Where? How? Think. Think. An idea popped into my head.
Then I did the only thing I could do without having any power whatsoever.
I backed into the shadows, trying to become invisible. I needed air. I needed time to think. Was this all a coincidence? I took several deep breaths, trying to control my nerves then peeked out again.
He was still there. He was trying to find me again. Damn it. I could feel him all around me, capturing me with his essence. I could almost gather his scent, the exotic mix of spices and the darkest part of the forest igniting a fire that I’d purposely kept squelched. He was the only man I’d cared about. The only man I’d ever allowed to touch me.
To kiss me.
To taste me.
To fuck me.
The only man I could ever love.
