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We've both been on a razor's edge of desire since dinner. It's time to take care of it.
"You have biometric security on your bedroom?" she asks with disbelief.
"It's more like an apartment within the house."
Her perfectly shaped brows draw together in a frown. "You don't trust your brothers?"
"They're two of only a handful of people I do trust. The lock is there for everyone else."
"Like your housekeeper?"
"And everyone else who comes inside the mansion."
"I guess after what happened to you that level of paranoia makes sense, but it must be exhausting."
"Security is second nature to me now."
"Were you like this before you were taken?"
"I don't remember." I was a kid. I came home a made man at the age of eleven, no longer a child, but not an adult either.
"Your brothers are really worried about you. I'm assuming you don't date a lot."
"I don't date ever."
"That's hard to believe considering how quickly you went from one-night-stand to committed couple who don't see other people."
"I knew you were mine the first time our eyes met."
"I want to scoff at that, but it felt like that for me too." She sounds worried about that.
And she doesn't even know the half of why she should be. The fact that we got together so quickly is nothing compared to the identity of the man she's dating.
DÃmios. The executioner.
It is inevitable that she will eventually find out about my connection to the Greek mafia, but she never needs to know how many men I have killed. Or how much more blood I will spill in the future.
She looks around my space and her eyes widen as she takes everything in. "You weren't kidding when you said apartment. This living room is three times as big as mine. You even have a freaking kitchen."
"More like a snack area." There's a stove that I never use, a small fridge and a wall of cabinets and drawers.
"It's bigger than my kitchen and I bet you never cook for yourself."
"That's a bet you would win." I'm not interested in talking about how my meals are prepared right now. "Tell me what put that look on your face at dinner."
"What look? There were so many ranging from embarrassment to confusion, not to mention trying my hardest to hide how turned on I was by what you were doing."
"It was definitely a turned on look. And it was before I started touching you under the table."
"Oh." Lucia looks away. "That."
Definitely that if this is the effect remembering what caused it is having on her. "What were you thinking?"
"You were trying to feed me."
"I did feed you." She kept forgetting to eat because my damn brothers were talking to her, so I had to feed her a few times to remind her about the food on our plate.
She swallows. "Yes. You did."
