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“Your lips are so fucking distracting,” is all he says before kissing me.
He tastes like vodka and spice. I tilt my head up to give him better access and Carlo responds by thrusting his tongue into my mouth. His hand tightens on my neck while his other hand drifts down to my thigh, drawing me closer. Carlo suddenly pulls away and I moan the loss of his mouth on mine.
He rests his forehead against mine. His hand is still around my neck. It’s carnal and possessive at the same time.
“No one touches you but me,” he says firmly. “Say it,dolcezza.”
My eyes narrow. “You’re being ridiculous.”
Because despite that passionate, earth-shattering kiss, he still needs to know I am not his possession.
“Say it, Astoria,” he repeats, his eyes burning like coals.
“Move, Carlo,” is all I say before he removes his hand from my neck and steps back.
“Tori, I’d never harm you.”
“I know that,” I assure him and he signs in relief. “But I am not your toy.”
He walks closer to me and I start stepping back until my back is against the wall.
“I don’t want you to be my toy. I want you to be my girl. I want you to be mine. And I don’t want anyone touching you but me.”
“I don’t want anyone touching your lips, I don’t want anyone touching that ass.
Then he slides his hand down to my center and begins tracing it with his finger through my dress. “And I definitely don’t want anyone to touch my pussy.” He softly pulls my chin up to look up at him and slightly bites my lower lip while pressing his hard cock against my now very wet pussy.
“Say it,” he commands.
I swallow softly. The pressure in my lower belly increases and I have to clench my thighs. Carlo notices; I catch the dark glint in his eyes.
“No one touches me but you,” I whisper, feeling the need to give in.
“Good girl.”
His hand snakes downward, lifting my dress. I automatically push it away.
“We’re in a hallway!” I say, my voice high-pitched.
He grins, taking my hand and leading me up the stairs to a bedroom.
“Can we even be in here?” I question.
He shoots me a look. “It’s my brother’s house. This is one of their guest rooms. Get on the bed, Tori.”
I would honestly do anything he asks if he continues to talk to me in that tone. I get on the bed, and it’s safe to say we don’t make it back down to the party.
* * *
It’s getting pretty lateinto the evening and I’m all alone at Carlo’s apartment. We’ve been together for more than two weeks now. Officially together, or as official as things can get without us actually calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend or having a conversation about it.
I know we’re dating, though. He calls me “his” and I spend most nights here. He even gave me a key to his apartment, which is how I was able to let myself in and wait for him. He already told me he might be home late.
I change into shorts before grabbing one of his shirts and putting it on. I have some of my clothes here but I love wearing his shirts which are oversized and incredibly comfortable on me. I manage to entertain myself with a TV show for an hour before I get bored. I would cook us dinner but he gave me strict instructions to “never enter the kitchen without adult supervision.” I rolled my eyes hard when he said that.
I pad across the living room and eventually find myself in front of the showcase that’s fixed to the wall. I bite my bottom lip as I stare at it, my eyes automatically going to the wooden box.
Nope, I shouldn’t.
