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I couldn’t help myself and laughed.
“You’re right about something. No one with half a brain would call you pretty.” With a malicious smile dancing on my lips, I got up and walked to him, touching his pectoral. “You, Hugo Mustafa, are absolutely stunning. Don’t give me that look.”
“What look?”
“Like you don’t believe a word of what I just said.” He puffed a gust of air in a very sarcastic way. “You can’t be serious, Hugo. Women throw themselves at you everywhere we go. I can just imagine what’s going on when I’m not around. You’re notorious for threesomes.”
“Who even tells you those things?”
“About the threesomes? Bianca heard it from one of the twins. Apparently, you are his hero. Something to do with two sisters that work in one of Gino’s bars.” My eyebrows raised, and he pealed his eyes away from mine. He wasn’t ashamed, but he wasn’t comfortable talking about it either.
“Some women get off on danger, and I’m fucking dangerous.”
Stubborn ass.
“I don’t. I don’t care for the blood on your hands. I just care it’s you. And I think you’re very, extremely, crazy hot, Monster.”
When he saw there was no end to this conversation, he just rolled his eyes and dismissed it.
“Why did you come down here, Catherinelle?”
“I’m tired. Can we go to sleep?”
“Then go to bed. You have school in the morning.”
“I meant together. Would you hold me, please?”
We stared at each other with a choking intensity. He was trying to decide if it was wise to give into my desire, but I wasn’t going to make it easy for him. I stepped forward and hugged his waist and looked up, flashing the baby blues. He was rock hard under my touch – everywhere.
“You’re making it hard to do the right thing, princess. Every time you look at me like that, I’m one step closer to hell.”
“I’m ready to jump into the flames with you, Monster.”
Hugo smiled, but I was dead serious. With every passing minute, it became more and more clear that if my soul was the price to remain in his arms, I was ready to pay up without a second thought. He was stronger than heroine, stronger than crack. He was the Albanian Monster, and I was the princess that fell slave to him.
“Let’s go to bed, baby girl.”
“Can we go up to my bedroom? I don’t like it here, ever since Enzo…” Muse’s brother stayed with us for a short while before he was shot dead. It was in this room the last time I saw him, and it made me sad to be here.
Hugo put a pair of grey sweatpants on and lead me to the elevator in silence, and when we got into my bedroom, he was the first to jump into bed. It was cute to see this massive, dark and handsome man spread on my pink silky sheets and fluffy pillows that had the word ‘queen’ embroidered on them.
“Why can’t you stay in the guest bedroom?” he asked out of the blue. “Did you have something going on with the kid?”
I wanted to laugh at his absurdity, but it didn’t seem appropriate.
“Are you jealous of a dead boy?”
“Just asking.”
“He was my friend. He was family.” A family that was used to losing its own. “Move over, you’re on my side of the bed.”
“How do you have a side of the bed when you sleep alone?”
“I just do, and you’re on it.” I frowned and pinched his arm. “Scooch.”
“Are you still naked under that robe, Cat.”
“No, but you can rectify that,” I whispered with all the sweetness I was capable of. “If you move.”
A few seconds later, I was safely nested at his chest, his bear paw spread on my ass and his nose nuzzling through my hair. A feeling of contentment washed over me, a strong sense of belonging right here with him, and I fell asleep holding onto Hugo so hard that he had a new set of nail marks the next morning.
