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She grabbed the top of my boxers and tugged everything down, letting my cock come free.
I grabbed her thong and yanked it to the side, stretching the fabric until it nearly came apart.
She slid down my length, her tight opening taking me slowly until she pushed through, sliding down my base until she could go no further. Her lips paused against mine as she breathed, as she panted at the feeling of me inside her.
My hands were on her ass again, squeezing those cheeks.
She started to move on top of me, slide up and down, fuck me nice and slow as her warm breaths blanketed my face.
My hand slid into her hair, and I tilted my head back so I could watch her face as she moved on top of me, as I felt the connection between our souls, the burn of our hearts. In that moment, I could have fallen even deeper, but then I was reminded of my ugly reality…that this could only end one way.
When I woke up the next morning, she was beside me.
She was hooked around my body, her arm across my chest, her hair a mess from the way I’d ruffled it the night before. We’d left the couch and made it to the bed, and she was so fucking irresistible that I couldn’t stop myself. I made love to her all night and enjoyed every damn second of it.
But now the morning came—and reality with it.
“Fuck,” I said under my breath. I scooted out of the bed and was careful not to wake her before I put on my clothes and stepped into the other room. It was cowardly just to take off and leave her there, but I didn’t know what else to do. If Dante knew she’d slept over here, my father would be dead.
“Are you leaving?” Her voice reached me from the other room.
I froze on the spot, caught in the act.
She left the bed, pulled on one of my t-shirts, and then joined me in the other room. Accusation was in her eyes, like she knew nothing had changed despite her expert seduction. “I meant what I said last night.” She looked me dead in the eye, her confidence sexy. “I’m not going to let you go. So whatever issues you have, we can work them out together.”
This was worse than breaking up with her. She fought for me because she knew that what we had was real, that my abrupt change in attitude wasn’t powerful enough to change that fact. She believed in me more than anyone else ever had. What the fuck was I supposed to say to that? “Last night was just a booty call as far as I’m concerned.”
Her eyes retained their confidence. “Right.”
“I meant what I said before. We’re done.”
“Just tell me the truth. Because I don’t believe a word of this bullshit.”
“The truth is, I’m bored with you,” I said. “It was fun and exciting?—”
“Fuck off, Axel,” she snapped. “It’s my father, isn’t it? That’s the only explanation for all of this bullshit?—”
“Your father has nothing to do with this.” I had to convince her of that, because if she accused her father of an intervention, he’d kill both of my parents. I couldn’t tell her and ask her to keep it a secret because the knowledge would make her treat her father differently, and he would pick up on that. “If he did, I would just tell you.”
Her eyes watched mine, shifting back and forth.
“I’ve come to realize I want something else?—”
“I can’t listen to this anymore.” She walked to the couch and grabbed the clothes she’d worn the night before, her bra and dress, and quickly put them back on. “When you decide to be a man and tell me the truth, you know where to find me.” She slipped on her heels, grabbed her purse, and then walked out.
I knew that wouldn’t be the end of her. She wouldn’t let it be the end.
The second I arrived at the estate, I knew Dante knew.
Men were positioned in every corner of the parlor, their guns on their hips, ready to shoot me down if their leader ordered it.
Dante stepped into the room a moment later, his eyes as maniacal as they had been the other night. “Your parents are having lunch at Le Conte. On the drive home, my men will swarm their car on both sides and pump them with lead.”
I knew he was watching the both of us closely. He knew she’d come to my place last night and stayed until morning. “I went to her apartment and broke up with her like I said I would. But the problem is—she won’t let me break up with her. She came to my place afterward because she doesn’t believe that I’m being genuine.” And I was fucking proud that she didn’t believe me. My baby knew I would never do this to her, not unless my arm was twisted behind my back and there was a gun to the back of my head.
“Then make her believe it’s genuine,” he said coldly.
“That’s hard to do when she knows I’m hung up on her. When she knows I’m fucking crazy for her.”
