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Who does she think she is? Where does she get off saying shit like that?
I’ve never been a monster, but I’m not afraid of her darkness. I’m not backing down until I get what I want.
And that’s her.
Tapping my fist against the wood of the table, I try to peer through the blinds across the room. Sunlight is just barely starting to peek in, and I can’t decide if this was a mistake or the best move I could’ve made.
The sound of the back door opening jerks me from my thoughts, and I take a deep breath, getting ready for the shit I know she’ll throw at me. The little spitfire has no clue just how much of a match she has in me.
“I know you’re here, Niccolò Amato,” Evelina calls out as she flips the main light switch, casting a fluorescent hue throughout the shop.
My name on her lips is pure fucking seduction. Tastes like sin and pleasure and hell and heaven all at the same time.
“Do you honestly take me for a complete and total incompetent moron?”
She rounds the corner, and I stand from the table—impressed. I can’t control the smirk that spreads across my face. From her words. From her confidence. From her.
“Well, well, well. Looks like someone has some…dare I saygroveling…to do,” I gesture to the seat across from the one I was just sitting in.
Her bookshop has cozy reading nooks and tables and chairs and all the cute shit social media book people probably love.
“You were pretty fucking ungrateful the last time I saw you. You know, before you sped away like a goddamn heathen into the night on a motorcycle.” I pause as rolls her eyes. “Fucking sexy, by the way.”
She sent me a text last night asking if I’d meet up with her after Giana’s next shift. I obviously took that as I needed to break into her place of business and be waiting for her this morning. She said she had something she needed help with. And while I am more than happy to oblige, I want to see her fucking squirm. Just a little.
“I’m happy for an apology that takes place on your knees if you want to…” I cock my brow and start to unzip my pants just to see how the little spitfire reacts.
But she doesn’t.
She doesn’t move an inch.
Instead, she raises her two perfectly symmetrical eyebrows and shakes her head.
“I know you typically have to resort to getting your dick sucked by women who have to be told what to do, but that’s not me. If I were going to suck you off, you wouldn’t have to say a word.” She flings her oversized purse onto the counter, and it hits the register and topples over, random objects spilling out onto the glass top.
She doesn’t move to fix it, though. Her eyes stay trained on me as she walks toward me in a silk blue long-sleeved dress that reveals just enough cleavage to make my bones fucking ache and my pulse to beat justthatmuch faster.
“Now zip up your pants before I cut your cock off.”
“Look, love,” I tell her and watch as her face contorts into something resembling…disgust, maybe? Pisses me off that she’s still fucking beautiful. Doesn’t matter what she does. She’s got something ethereal about her. “You’re the one who reached out to me. Asked for a meeting.” I widen my eyes as she narrows hers. “What? Yesterday I wasn’t good enough to fucking be in the same room as you, and today youneedme. Isn’t that a strange turn of events?” I yank the zipper of my pants up as she sits in the chair, allowing me to tower over her even more than I already do when we’re both standing. “Make it quick, Evelina. I’ve got shit to do.”
Two can play this game.
The game of who gives a fuck less.
It’s probably her, considering I’ve got an unhealthy fixation with worshipping the ground she walks on, but I don’t mind playing the role of asshole if that’s who she wants me to be.
I think I’m pretty goddamn good at it.
A delicate gold chain resting around her neck rises and falls in time to her breathing, and I can’t help but picturing myself pulling it from her neck in the heat of the moment. Just before I plunge into her for the first time and wrap my hand around her perfect little throat.
The things I’d do to this woman.
Even if her attitude both makes me infuriated and turns me on.
Something changes on her face, and I know exactly what she’s doing. She’s about to play another game. About to audition for the sad girl who needs help.
Her green eyes lose a bit of their sparkle. The hint of defiance in those pretty little orbs washes away as she swallows down her reluctance.
