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“Oh, this is amazing.”
“They’re from my aunt’s bakery.”
Right, Salvatrice, his aunt, owned a bakery downtown. Everyone in his family was talked about that place like it was heaven on earth. Now I could see why.
“I love it, give me more.” He laughed and fed me more croissant.
“Ludmila?”
“Yes.”
“I love you.”
My heart dropped, and I choked. He said it last night numerous times, but it was better and better to hear it.
“I love you too, Enzo Nucci.”
“Never stop saying it, baby doll.”
“I love you,” I repeated myself, only this time I looked straight into his eyes and everything around us started to fade.
“Good. Again.”
“I love you.”
He pushed the tray off and all the food fell on the floor, but I didn’t care because we were already jumping each other, getting lost in a searing kiss. His hands were in my hair, and I was holding on to his muscular arms. We wanted each other with such intensity, it was almost violent.
“Baby doll,” he breathed in my mouth, “I want to taste you. Get on your back and open your legs for me.”
I did, but apparently it wasn’t good enough for him. Enzo grabbed my knees and spread my legs wider, until I was completely exposed in front of him.
“Beautiful,” he whispered before lowering his mouth on my pussy.
The way he looked at me, almost made me cry – like I was everything he’d ever dreamed of. Me, a ruined woman, I was the incarnation of his fantasy. How could anyone not lose themselves in that feeling?
His tongue was dancing a tango on my clit – and he was an expert dancer. Every stroke was sending waves of shivers to all my nerves. My legs started moving relentlessly while he was licking my slit, tasting places I didn’t even know the tongue could get to. Enzo was close to making me come – again – when my phone rang and made me flinch. I rarely got a phone call and when I did…
I grabbed the phone from the nightstand and looked at the screen.
“Enzo.” I called his name, but he was like he didn’t hear me. “Enzo, stop.”
“Not in a million years.”
“Alexei is calling me.”
“So?” He gave me a long lick. “Answer.”
“What?”
“Ludmila, answer the damn phone right now.”
With shaking hands, and a man eating me like I was his dessert, I accepted the call to see what my husband needed from me.
Chapter 18
“Hello.” Ludmila’s voice was shaky.
I didn’t know what Popov was saying on the other end of the conversation, and I didn’t care. She was with me now. Her smell was filling my nostrils, her taste was rolling on my tongue, and her body was quivering. Maybe Ludmila still had his name, but it was I who was tormenting her with pleasure. I was taking Popov’s woman from right under his nose, and it made me feel good. It made me feel alpha. He didn’t deserve her, anyways.
