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I draw in a steady breath as adrenaline courses through my veins. Relief comes swiftly, opening my lungs and loosening the grip on my heart. My gaze locks on Franco’s. “You’re good for now, but you should follow up with a doctor,” I tell him as I place two fingers at his pulse point. It’s weak but steady.
I did it.
He glances up at Carlos and a knowing look passes between them.There won’t be any doctors.
Carlos shifts his gaze to me. “You two should go. I’ll make sure this gets cleaned up.” He looks over at Callisto, whose eyes are trained on Franco. “I’ll make sure he gets home safely.”
Callisto slowly nods at his words. Then, calmly, quietly, and stoic, as if he’s trying to contain a beast, he grabs my hand and leads me into his office.
As soon as the door closes behind us, he slams me against it and pulls my dress over my head.
“You have no fucking idea how sexy you are,” he says as he hurries to unbutton his pants.
I’m beginning to figure it out.
He takes my hair, pulling my head back and exposing my throat to him. “You didn’t even question when I asked you to help. You just did what you do. Never nervous. Never curious. You’re so fucking amazing. I could watch you all day.” He dips his head and kisses my neck. His teeth nip the edge of my jaw, then his breath is hot against my ear. “Remember when I told you I would never fuck you in this office?”
He’s successfully unbuttoned his slacks and let them fall to the floor. He steps out of them then spins me around, pressing my breasts against the hard surface of the door. His hands are covered in blood. My hands are covered in blood. Adrenaline roars through the air like hot flames, licking our skin. He locks his fingers with mine and brings both of our hands above my head. This is my heaven, his body warm and hard against my back, his breath against my skin.
His teeth nip at my shoulder as he speaks against my scorching flesh. “I lied.”
My whole body trembles when he shoves inside of me in one hard thrust. He fucks me without boundaries. Without control or restraint. He grunts against my neck, and my chest heaves against the door. We’re consumed by the flames now. He’s saying something but it’s in Italian. The words are a guttural growl against my skin. And it’s so beautiful I could come just from the sound of it.
His thrusts grow faster. And harder. Deeper. Pressing my body against the hard door, rubbing my clit against the unforgiving surface as he drives into me from behind.
In a flash of blinding, white heat, I explode around him, dipping my head and biting my lip to contain my cries so that no one else hears. His body shudders against mine, and his beautiful words get softer and quieter. It’s almost like a prayer, a holy moment bound in blood and sweat and sex.
He lets go of my hands, then circles his arms around my waist, pulling me against him. “Say the words, angel. Tell me what I need to hear.”
My heart beats and breaks and bleeds for him. He will never say it out loud, but Callisto was scared earlier.
For the first time since I’ve known him, I saw fear in his eyes.
I need you to fix him.
He thought Franco was going to die.
I reach behind me and grab his head, locking my fingers in his hair. And then I whisper the words he wants to hear. “I love you, Callisto. I love you so damn much.”
After a long, tense pause, Callisto eases away from me, then bends to hand me my dress from the floor. I slip it over my head, and it drapes easily over my body. He pulls his pants up and fastens them, never taking his eyes off his bloody hands.
“We can’t meet Brynn like this,” he says.
There are a million thoughts running through his mind right now. I can see it in his eyes, practically hear the unspoken words crawling up his throat.
I hold my own bloody hands out in front of me and glance down at them. “I don’t know. She might dig the Bonnie and Clyde look on us.” I give him a smile that he doesn’t return. I take a step forward. “You can talk to me, you know,” I tell him as I run my hands up his chest, resting them on his shoulders.
“Do you see why now?” Callisto asks as his fingertips trace delicate circles across my back. “Why I didn’t want you in my world?”
“Do you see now why I belong in your world?” I look up into his beautiful, tortured eyes. “That I’m strong enough to handle it.”
He brings his lips to my forehead, and I close my eyes and savor the gentleness his mouth brings. “I can’t lose you.”
“You won’t. Just like I won’t lose you.” I bring my hand to the back of his head, twirling my fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. “What happened?”
He exhales a long, hard breath. “We were coming back from collecting a payment for my father. I was tired, so Franco drove my Rover. As soon as we pulled behind the restaurant and he stepped out, they hit him, probably thinking it was me.”
My fingertips freeze in his hair. My body goes rigid as reality slams into me.
