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She blinks quickly, then rubs the sleep from her eyes. “All these nights that you weren’t at home, have you been with her?”
My brows furrow, and my head whips back and forth. “No.”
“You swear to me?” Those eyes pin to mine, andDio,my heart does that strange shudder again. “I know you don’t owe me the truth. I know we aren’t anything to each other, but please don’t lie to me about this, Dante.”
“I swear to you I wasn’t with her.” I press my lips together not wanting to aggravate the precarious situation, but if she wants the truth, I’ll give it to her. Maybe it’ll help us both understand why this is so wrong. “But she did call me yesterday. She wanted me to come over and begged me to get back together.”
She pushes herself off the cushion and sits straight up against the back of the couch, tucking her knees to her chest. She’s wearing a crop top and those damned yoga pants again, revealing every decadent curve of her body. “And what did you say?” she whispers.
“I thought about saying yes.” I pause and snag my teeth over my lower lip, staring down at the floor. “I hoped a quick fuck would help erase the memories of your hands all over my body, your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock, those lips—merda,” I hiss out. “I can’t do this, Rosa. I’m not good at any of this shit.” I glance up and meet a pair of glistening blue orbs. The ghost of a smile curls her lips, and fuck me, but it’s the most glorious thing I’ve ever seen.
“So, you haven’t been with her?”
I shake my head, still kneeling in front of her. “How can I when all I think about is you?”
The full smile melts across her lips.
“I don’t know how to do this, sweetheart. I am not a good man, not a good person. I do bad, fucked up things. I’ve only had you one time, and already I’m addicted. That’s not good for either of us. I’ve struggled with addiction my whole life, and it’s not pretty.”
Her soft hands frame my face and draw me closer. “I’ll help you,” she whispers.
“Are you sure? Because it’s a hell of a lot more than what you’ve bargained for.”
“I want you, Dante Valentino, and I’ll take everything that comes with the dark and savage package.” Her lips sear to mine, and it’s better than any high I’ve ever experienced. My fingers dig into the hair at the back of her nape, and I fist the silky blonde locks, tipping her head back. From this angle, I devour her mouth, drawing her tongue into my own. I’ve never enjoyed kissing a woman like this. It was always just an annoying precursor to the final act of wetting my cock.
With Rose, it’s different. The perfect bow of her lips is so sensual, that tongue so wicked, I could spend all night exploring every corner of her mouth.
But this feisty little thing can’t wait. She pulls me onto the couch on top of her and reaches between us, hands fumbling with my belt. She’s a fiend for my cock, and who am I to deny her? BecauseDio,I love that she knows what she wants, and she has no problem going for it.
My lips move across her jaw, then find her ear as she drags my pants to my ankles. I nibble on the soft lobe before biting down, hard.
“Ow!” she squeals.
I lick it softly before drawing it back into my mouth. “I couldn’t resist.” Goosebumps ripple down her bare arm, and seeing that reaction only adds to the thrill.
Reaching for the hem of her crop top, my knuckles brush her soft skin. “You want me to fuck you in front of that ugly ass Christmas tree, sweetheart?” I whisper before I jerk the shirt over her head. She’s bare beneath, and my cock instantly hardens at the sight of her perfectly pink nipples.
“Mmm, yes,” she groans. Her eyes find mine once her top is on the floor and taper at the edges. “Wait a second, it’s not ugly,” she hisses.
A deep chuckle vibrates my chest. “Whatever you say, sweetheart.”
Her fingers make quick work of the oppressive button-down shirt, and it’s like the elephant on my shoulders disappears the moment it hits the ground. I’m just not meant for fancy suits and board meetings. I need to get Luca back here ASAP before I lose my mind dealing with all that bureaucratic bullshit.
Her hands move to my chest, fitting perfectly against the tattoo inked across my skin. Her palms cover the word vengeance. Ironic since it’s only when I’m with Rose like this, that the burning desire for revenge falls silent.
Vengeance is king.
With the first part covered, only the king remains.
I push the random thoughts aside before I start waxing poetic. Fuck, what has this woman done to me?
Slipping my hands beneath the waistband of her yoga pants, I yank them off so violently a sharp rip breaks through the hum of ragged breaths and shedding clothes.
“Dante!” she cries. “These are my favorite.”
“I’ll buy you new ones.”
“You better.” Her eyes meet mine, amusement sparking in the vivid blue.
