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He pulls away slightly, both of us panting, and leans his forehead against mine. I notice a small twinkle in his eye, which makes me think he enjoyed that just as much as I did.
“Was that better than what you had before?” he asks, with a growing smirk on his face.
“Very,” I admit quietly, my voice unstable, still trying to gather my thoughts and calm my racing heart. Our eyes are glued to each other, and it is like he is looking right into my soul, before we are startled apart by a clearing throat behind us.
Dante is whip-fast as his head flies up and he immediately pulls me behind him, keeping one hand on me as the other reaches for his gun. But he doesn’t need it because the man at the door must be one of his men. He’s leaning casually against the door frame, his arms crossed across his chest as he chuckles.
“Asshole,” Dante grits out, and my mind slowly reconnects to my body.
What the hell just happened?
“Little Red, this is Carter, my brother,” Dante says with a wave of his hand, and I look at the man, already knowing he isn’t brother by blood. They look completely different.
“Hi, Annie, pleased to meet you. Sorry to interrupt...” Carter says my real name instead while offering me his hand to shake, a cheeky grin on his face. So, he already knows me, then…
I blush at being caught kissing Dante, our tender moment now all but gone. “Hi, Carter.” I shake his hand quickly. “You’re just as stealth as he is, I didn’t even hear you come in,” I say by way of making conversation, because I was too enthralled with Dante to notice anything else.
“Yeah, well, looked like he was sweeping you off your feet there…” Carter says before Dante interrupts, startling us both.
“Little Red, why don’t you head back out to Leo and enjoy your lunch. I have some work to do,” Dante says to me softly, and I nod and walk past him and his brother. I stop at the door and look back at him, noticing Dante’s eyes still firmly on me as he leans back, his hands gripping onto the desk on either side of his body. A mix of admiration, protectiveness, and perhaps a sparkle of something more flashes in his eyes, and I give him a small smile. One that I am surprised he returns before I walk away, back down the hall, to the safety of the antipasto platter with Leo.
13
Dante
She has been in my house only a few weeks and already Leo is responding to her better than he has anyone else. Even Maria, the same housekeeper I have had since he was born, hasn’t been able to sit down for a meal with him, yet when he is with Little Red, he looks… happy.
I don’t know what kind of voodoo magic she has, but whatever she is doing is working. She has not only cast her spell on Leo, but me as well, and I am entirely caught up in her orbit. Her sorcery has captured me completely, making my heart beat in a way it has never before. It is unnerving. I feel vulnerable around her, and I have no idea how to get myself out of it before I get in too deep.
She looked so fucking beautiful sitting at my kitchen bench with my son. Like she was always meant to be there. When I heard Leo laugh and saw the delight and sparkle in her eyes, I had to force myself to walk away and not to throw her over my shoulder and take her to bed. I asked her to my office to quiz her, to find out how Leo went from being totally quiet to laughing. I’m no fool; I know they have been spending time together, but the fact he has made such significant progress in a short amount of time can only boil down to one thing. Her.
Once I had her in my office, it became even harder to stay away. Her presence as she walked straight to me, her scent as it wrapped around me, and her fucking innocent eyes as they looked up at me, all nearly put me on my knees in front of this woman, who I am sure has no fucking idea what she is doing to me. All thought of quizzing her about Leo disappeared, and I was overrun with the need to have her. Although I know I shouldn’t have touched her, I couldn’t stop the urge to put my mouth on hers, and fuck it was worth it. She tasted like everything I don’t deserve, and everything I desire. The innocence pouring out of her, the flush of her cheeks at my touch, it was enough to let me know I want to mark her as mine. My desire for her grows every day, and it is getting harder and harder to stay in control.
But I need to stop. Not only because we are like night and day. Me with a load of baggage and many fights left ahead of me, but also because she is so young, so completely innocent, I wonder if she has ever had a man touch her before. In the ways I want to, at least.
I also told myself after Angelina, I would never have anyone close to me like that again. Someone who was meant to be your partner, someone you were meant to trust, but who ended up being the biggest cause for pain in your life. I am no angel, I know that, but I’m loyal and honest to a fault. And maybe that’s what draws me to Little Red. She’s genuine and honest right down to her bones. I don’t think she could lie even if she was paid to do it.
Thinking about her soft skin under my hands and the way she whispered my name, like she was begging me to touch her, is enough to get me hard all over again. I need to adjust myself as my cock begins to throb in my pants at the mere thought.
“Are you listening to me?” Carter asks, and I rub my eyes. I’m tired. I’m tired because we still can’t find the Russo brothers and they are really grating on my nerves. But I am also tired as I hardly sleep at night because all I want to do is watch her. She is my addiction, and I need to have my hit.
“Yes, I am listening,” I grit out to Carter, as he smirks at me and shakes his head.
“Have you fucked her yet?” he asks bluntly, and my nostrils flare as I glare at him. The urge to punch his smarmy face is strong right now, but I know he is trying to get on my nerves, so I remain calm.
“I am not having that conversation with you today, and don’t talk about her like that unless you want my knife in your throat.” While I haven’t touched Annie, fuck, I want to. I want her underneath me, on top of me, splayed out across my desk. I want her in every position, in every way. I want her begging for me and giving me everything in return.
“Whoa, okay, but I see the way you look at her.” Carter shakes his head, a grin on his face because he knows that I am totally and utterly fucked over for this woman.
“How the fuck am I looking at her?” I ask him, playing dumb like I don’t know I look at her like I want to bow at her feet.
“Like you want to fuck her, marry her, and make little baby Dantes,” Carter says, laughing as I look at him and scowl.
“Been married once and look how that turned out,” I huff to him as I shuffle the paperwork in front of me.
“Okay, perhaps you just want to fuck her, then.” Carter’s trying and succeeding at pushing my buttons.
“Like I said, don’t talk about her like that.”
