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My heart rate quickens.
His lips are kissable, though his eyes are cold and dangerous.
There’s only one problem… he fucking hit me.
“Back up, Mr. Valentino,” I say.
“Or what?” He arcs an eyebrow, staying exactly where he is.
Or I’ll know for sure you’re just as rancid as your slimy father, I want to say, but bite my tongue.
“Or I’ll get my new boo after you.” I motion to Sal cackling at the TV, and we both share a laugh of our own.
“Please. You may despise me, Ellie Rigiano, but we both know I’m the one that makes you wet.”
I sip at my nearly empty glass. He might be right.
“You know, you were a real hit with the boys tonight. I’m impressed,” he speaks low, like it’s only me and him in the entire world.
“And you showed that you’re more than a hotheaded thug.” I clap sarcastically. “Congratulations.”
“C’mere, I want to show you something.” He nods toward another room.
My thighs tingle at the ask.
I look to the living room first – the crew is all drunk and occupied. They don’t notice. Then I look back to Donny. “Lead the way.”
I can’t believe I said those words. It’s the alcohol, has to be. Except this pull to him gripped me before the liquor did. It’s just helping me admit how much I want to grab his muscular arms and mount myself on him.
He takes me into a room I’ve only visited once or twice. A bedroom less special than mine.
I shut the door behind me and turn to the giant ball of muscle standing over me.
His eyes hold mine, and sparks misfire in all directions.
I can tell he wants me.
I want him. But not until I get even.
Whack!
I slap him as hard as I can across the face, and he remains still as stone, his head tilted from the momentum of my surprise hit. Then I grab him by the collar and pull him in for a kiss.
Chapter 8
Donny
My face stings from Ellie’s slap, and my cock is rock-hard in response.
She knows her little stunt might’ve just warranted a bullet with her name on it, yet she takes the risk anyway.
Her tongue swirls in my mouth right before her perfect lips close over mine. There was never a doubt that she’d be able to resist me.
I press my hand over her abdomen and clench it around her dress. Then I pull it up with one violent tug, exposing her toned thighs and panties. She squirms away from my predatory fingers.
She’s playing hard to get.
I kiss her more feverishly to let her know what she’s doing to me. If she doesn’t open those legs and let in what’s waiting for her, I might punch a hole in the wall.
