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Chapter Two
RAVEN
After my embarrassing encounter with the new guy, I head over to the Get Go gym. It’s owned by Vinn and all employees get free usage.
I’m lost in thought on the running machine, jogging steadily with my earbuds in place, when a hand reaches over and slows the machine to walking. I don’t need to look to know it’s Vinn, so I stare straight ahead and walk. He tugs the earbud from my ear. “You hung up on me earlier.” He has the ability to make me shiver with his smooth voice.
“I was busy.”
“With?” he asks, and I furrow my brow.
“How’s Sofia today?” I ask lightly. “I booked your table for one-thirty. Don’t be late.”
“I know, I checked my diary, despite you taking an unexpected day off,” he says dryly.
“Great, well, don’t let me keep you, Vinn. Have a great day.” I smile even though it’s obviously forced and fake as fuck. I jump off the machine and grab a fluffy white towel from the nearby shelf before heading for the steam and sauna rooms.
“I’ve had a long morning, Corvo,” he drawls, following me. “Not helped by my assistant avoiding me.”
“I’m not avoiding you, Vinn. I’m taking a day off. Fuck knows I need it. Let me recharge and I’ll be back tomorrow as normal.” I begin to strip off, and he watches me through hooded eyes. I have my bikini on underneath my gym clothes, not that it makes a difference, because he’s seen me naked too many times. His eyes track me until I disappear into the steam room, relieved to be away from him.
I lie back on the wooden bench and close my eyes. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Falling for Vinn Romano is one of the stupidest things my heart has ever done, and I’m so fucking mad at it. I always do this. I always find the most unobtainable man and that’s who I fall for. I thought I was safe with Vinn since mafia bosses have never really been my type. I hate the way heads turn whenever he enters a room, and I hate the expensive suits and disgusting fizzy champagne he insists on drinking. I’m not the type of girl to look pretty on his arm at expensive dinners, and I certainly don’t want to wear red-bottomed shoes and diamonds.
Because that’s what he expects from his women—top quality. I’m more budget-friendly. But I liked the way he didn’t ask questions. Neither of us is ashamed to admit we love sex. It’s the twenty-first century, and a woman can own that shit without being judged. And he didn’t, judge me that is. Vinn’s only rule was we don’t fuck around. We fuck together with no strings, but the second we hook up with another, we walk away like it never happened. I agreed. Sex. Just sex.
I let out a large sigh. “Idiot,” I mutter out loud.
“Corvo, don’t be so hard on yourself.” His voice rumbles through me, and I jump. Opening my eyes, I find him sitting by my feet, completely naked. I didn’t even hear the door.
“What the fuck, Vinn?” I gasp. “Someone might walk in,” I hiss.
He takes his large, erect shaft in his hand and rubs it with a cheeky smirk. “Then you’d better make it quick.”
“Fuck off. You can’t just demand that I—” I inhale sharply when his fingers brush over my bikini bottoms, applying pressure. I’m instantly wet.
“Take them off,” he commands. I shake my head, and he laughs, slipping a finger inside and running it along my wet opening. I gasp as he retrieves it and places it into his mouth, grinning as he licks it clean. “Now, Corvo, before I become impatient.” I hook my thumbs either side of my bottoms and lift my arse, sliding them to my ankles, where he removes them completely and gives a satisfied smile. He places his hands on both my knees and pulls my legs apart, taking a second to stare at me laid out before him. I lie back on the wooden bench and close my eyes.
Vinn might be a complete selfish bastard in general, but when it comes to sex, he knows exactly what he’s doing, and I’m too fucking weak to say no. I try . . . I really try, but there’s something about the way his mouth crooks up at one corner and how his eyes darken when he’s in the mood to fuck. And the way his toned body moves over me, owning me in ways no one ever has before. It’s hard to say no to a man so fucking perfect, it’s ridiculous.
He grips my thighs, digging his fingers into my flesh as he eats my pussy like he’s starving. The little groaning noise he makes at the back of his throat whenever he’s turned on is a personal addiction of mine. When I’m ready to burst into a thousand tiny pieces, he pulls away, wiping his mouth unapologetically on the back of his hand before grinning down at me. Slowly, he crawls over my body like a hungry panther, he looks down between us, lining himself up with my entrance and slowly easing himself in. I press my hands against the wall above my head. It’s fucking hot in here and our bodies are dripping wet. As he slides into me, I stare into his eyes, willing him to kiss me. It’s the one thing he never does, and it drives me insane.
He crooks his mouth up. “You ready, Corvo?” I nod, not trusting myself to speak. He buries his face in my neck, biting me gently before bracing his arms either side of my head and withdrawing inch by inch before slamming back into me hard enough to make my fingers slip against the wall. I struggle not to bang my head as he slams into me over and over.
Deep groans escape as he begins to lose control. And then, just as I can feel that build-up again, he stops and tips his head slightly at the sound of male voices outside. I panic, trying to push him away, but he grins wider and begins to move again.
“Vinn,” I hiss, “they’re gonna see us.” He puts his foot against the door, using it as leverage to fuck me harder. I bite my lip to stop me crying out as the voices get closer.
“How good does it feel, Corvo?” he whispers in my ear, then proceeds to nip along my jawbone. “To know you have me on my knees, begging for your pussy. To have me come find you because you hung up on me. Do you like having the power?”
“Vinn,” I mumble as warmth builds in my stomach.
“Do you think about my cock, Corvo, like I think about your wet pussy?” If only he knew how much I thought about us like this, doing exactly this. Someone tries the door of the steam room, but with Vinn’s foot against it, it holds. “You need to come, Corvo,” he whispers. “I’m not stopping ‘til you’ve come on my cock.”
There’s a knock on the door. “Excuse me,” shouts a man, “I think the door is locked. Can you open it from the inside?”
“Come, Corvo,” he pants, twisting my nipple gently between his thumb and finger. I shudder, gripping his shoulders as I convulse through a powerful orgasm. It rolls through me over and over until the voices outside sound distant. Vinn places his hand over my mouth as a muffled groan escapes.
“I’m going to get a member of staff,” the man shouts.
