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As far as everyone was concerned, it was a heart attack that had taken him. There was nothing to suggest otherwise, nothing to trace back to the small pill I had forced down his throat.
Tonight Gabriel became Capo—the boss of the Società Mafia. And I became his Consigliere, his chief adviser and second-in-command. We had taken over power of the Società and tomorrow we would get to work.
Cecilio Bonardi was still an Underboss and I hoped he wouldn’t let us down. If he did, we would deal with him too. Nothing and nobody was going to get in our way now.
That night, as Jessica lay in bed, I stripped off my clothes. I could see her carefully watching me, with a small frown across her brow, as her eyes took in my body from head to toe.
I climbed into bed. Before I turned off the lamp on the nightstand, I turned to her. “Are you alright? Do you want me to sleep in a guest room tonight?”
“Why would I want that?”
“I know that tonight couldn’t have been easy for you—with my father, the violence, and everything.”
“You’re my avenging angel,” she said quietly.
“I’ll never be an angel, but I’ll always protect what’s mine.”
Jessica turned to me, a pink tinge highlighting her cheeks. “I want you…”
I stilled, not quite believing what she's just said.
I didn’t want to take advantage of her. In the morning, she might regret asking me to do this.
But my mind was in turmoil after the events of tonight. She had looked beautiful tonight—she was always beautiful in my eyes. “I’d like nothing more than to kiss you right now. But are you sure?”
She nodded.
I smoothed the waves back from her forehead before lowering my hands and running them gently down her arms.
I looked into her eyes and saw apprehension there. But there was also something else that hadn’t been there before—there was curiosity and, more than that, there was desire.
She wanted this. She wanted me.
And that thought made me even more eager for her body.
But I would take it slow. After what had happened to her, I wouldn’t rush her. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”
She looked at me with her wide gray eyes. She didn’t say anything.
“You just have to tell me to stop, okay?”
“Okay,” she whispered.
I had to be sure that she understood this. “I’ve got no expectations of you. I won’t make you do anything you’re not comfortable with. You can always tell me to stop. And I will stop—no matter how much I want you. I’ll always stop if you tell me to.”
As I spoke, I saw the frown disappear from her brow. And I knew that she understood me.
She was lying down on the bed against the pillows. I raised myself on one arm above her and stroked her dark glossy waves back from her face. “You’re beautiful,” I said in a low voice as I took her in.
Bending my head down to her face, I pressed my mouth against hers—my lips firm but undemanding, wanting her to know how much I desired her.
I didn’t, however, want my desire to frighten her. I needed to take it slow with her.
I found her attractive and she was the only one I wanted. I toyed with her mouth, letting her know this, using my lips and tongue to arouse her desire for me.
As she laid under me, I felt her breath quicken and she willingly accepted my tongue into her mouth, enjoying its caresses. She breathed a soft moan and I felt her raise herself up slightly toward me, pressing her mouth against mine.
Kissing her, I skimmed my hands down her arms and over her hips and felt her shiver under me. I could see she was affected by my touch as I ran a trail of small kisses from her mouth, down her neck and to the soft skin above the swell of her breasts.
