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“How kind of you,” I teased, and his smile grew.
He lifted his rough hand and grabbed my jaw in a firm grip, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip, smudging my red lipstick. I stood frozen. I would never let a man touch me like this normally, but there was something about him that made me want more. He was the scariest yet most attractive man I had ever met and just that action had my core tightening and body aching with arousal.
“I have been waiting for a woman like you for a long time,” his deep voice and the proximity of his face to mine, had my mind spinning, but I wouldn’t give in to him so easily. I guessed he was a man who liked a bit of cat and mouse.
“And what makes you think the wait is over?” I bantered back and he chuckled deeply.
“Because you will be in my bed within the next hour.”
I scoffed loudly, pulling my jaw from out of his grasp. “You are pretty sure of yourself, Sal. What if I am not interested?”
I was. I can’t deny that my mind was racing with thoughts of how good he might be in bed.
“We both know that is a lie.” He ran his ringed finger from my lips down my throat and chest, until he reached the swell of my breasts. My breathing became laboured as he moved my silk blouse to the side to reveal my lacy bra. “From the moment I saw you tonight, I knew you would be mine.”
I narrowed my eyes at his words. “I belong to no one.”
His eyes darted up from my breast to my face and I gulped at the intensity of his heated glare. “You are mine if I say you are mine. Just give me one night to prove it to you.”
He ripped open my blouse, the buttons popping off and I gasped as he cupped one of my boobs and flicked his thumb over my nipple that was concealed under the lace material. He leaned down and tugged my lower lip with his teeth and I moaned. I couldn’t help it. I knew sex with this dangerous stranger would be the thrill of a lifetime. And didn’t I deserve a reward for my success at work today?
“One night?” I breathed against his lips.
“We’ll see,” he mumbled back before weaving his fingers into my hair and claiming my lips. And I gave in to him. For one night only. I was Salvatore’s.
After my one-night stand with Sal, I snuck out of the hotel room without leaving any contact information. It had been an amazing night filled with raw and passionate sex but that was all I wanted from this man. He was bad news, and I could tell he was extremely dangerous. Someone that I didn’t need in my life or to ever see again.
A few days later, I walked into the small interview room in the police station, where my new client was being detained. I paused when I saw his muscular frame, bulging muscles and thick black hair from the back. My heart flipped in my chest as for a moment I thought it might have been Sal. But I knew it wasn’t. This man was bigger, taller, more muscular and a strange tingle of anticipation danced across my skin just on seeing his back profile. Squaring my shoulders and lifting my chin, I strutted into the cold, unwelcoming interrogation room to face my first ever client. I worked for the local law firm and, as it was his right, he was allowed a civil court representative as well as his personal lawyer. Looking around the room though, his lawyer had not arrived yet, as only one police officer stood on guard by the door.
The click of my heels echoing against the walls, caused him to turn his face towards me for the first time and, honest to God, my heart skipped a beat before it came alive with instant excitement. His swarthy features flickered with surprise as he took in my body, dressed in a formal pantsuit and blonde hair tied up in a high ponytail. He had the darkest olive-black eyes, tanned skin, a slightly dimpled square chin and roughly carved cheekbones. He was the most devilishly handsome creature I had ever laid eyes on.
I buried my instant attraction to this man deep down in the pits of my soul. I would not turn into some love-sick puppy on my first real case. I was a professional and I wasn’t going to let some sex-God bad boy derail me.
I pulled out the metal chair on the other side of the table and took a seat, placing my leather briefcase on the table. I could feel his intense stare as I clicked it open and pulled out my files.
“Good afternoon, Mr Buccini. My name is Ms Tessaro and I have been assigned by the court to represent you.”
“I already have a lawyer. Though now I am starting to think I may have the wrong one,” he flirted, causing a flutter of butterflies in my stomach.
“Well, now you have two. Which I think you are going to need all the help you can get with these charges.”
A slow, deliberate smile made him look even more dashing and I had to glance away from his face quickly, so he didn’t catch the blush that was spreading up my chest and onto my cheeks. What on earth was wrong with me? I do not let men affect me like that!
“Do you know why you are here?” I began in the most professional tone I could muster.
“Hmmm. I think there was a mention of murder or something,” he replied coolly, his voice a deep husk. He said it as if the idea was amusing to him. Murder…Cecilia…did you not hear that?
“Si, Mr Buccini. You have been arrested on suspicion of first-degree murder. This is a very serious charge.” I added when I saw he was still smiling as I spoke. Irritation brewed inside me as I realised he wasn’t taking any of this seriously in the slightest.
He sat back on his chair, spreading his thick legs out lazily and rested his bound hands on the steel surface of the table between us. My eyes flickered down to his masculine and powerful hands as he started to drum his fingers on the table in a hypnotic motion. It drew my attention so much that for a moment I forgot what I was about to say.
“You don’t seem the lawyer type to me,” he said with a smirk, his dark eyes twinkling.
I narrowed mine to him. “What do you mean by that?”
“Just that you take me as someone who likes to live dangerously perhaps… Life is boring you, isn't it, Ms Tessaro? You are looking for some excitement, that’s why you are here representing me,” he teased arrogantly.
I glared at him. “No Mr Buccini. I do not like to live dangerously. That is why I am sitting on this side of the table, on the right side of the law, unlike you.”
