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How could my throat be such a sensitive spot of my body? How could it fill me with so much forbidden desire? He pulled back but didn’t straighten immediately, his face still close to my throat as he exhaled. When he finally stood, his dark eyes sent a new ripple through my body. His fingertips brushed over my tender throat, and my lips parted in a small exhale. Our eyes locked and one corner of his mouth lifted. “Did you like that?” “Of course not,” I snapped. “I thought you were a good liar.”
“You can have an Underboss, someone who’s learned to do another man’s biding, or the Capo, a man who has men follow his command.” “I can have a monster or a man.” “Do you really think Danilo isn’t a monster? “He isn’t a monster like you.” Remo nodded. “He’s a lesser monster. Who’d want to settle for less?”
He stepped back, turned around, and picked up his phone. “Look broken for a moment.” I glared. “That’s not the look we’re going for.”
“You aren’t broken, Angel. Sacrificing yourself for someone you love isn’t weakness.”
She closed her eyes, chest heaving, elegant throat flexing. I needed to own this woman. Body and soul and everything else she could offer. I fucking burned with the desire to possess her in every way possible. Finally, Serafina screamed, and it was so fucking real that my body reacted to the sound, but not in a way it usually did, not with excitement and the thrill of the hunt. There was something close to revulsion filling my body, hearing her agonized cries and imagining they were real. My hands curled to fists, my muscles tensing because a deeply buried instinct wanted me to protect her
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Serafina twisted her head, staring at me. She was backlit by the silver moonlight as she perched in the window frame. She’d never looked more like an angel than in this fucking moment, and I realized I was on a precarious path. Her whispered words broke the silence. “I wonder whose game is more dangerous, yours or mine, Remo?”
“Run, Angel. Run from what you’ve done,” I murmured with a dark smile, and Serafina did.
I wanted nothing less than every last part of her. Her innocence, her heart, her soul, her body. Her purity and her darkness. I would take everything.
“Oh, Remo, I will be your first angel. Patience is a virtue, and you will be rewarded for it.” I kissed his ear then trailed my tongue over the rim. He exhaled and pulled back so he could look at my face, and the look in his eyes, it almost made my knees buckle. For a second, I had him. I held the reins on the cruelest, most powerful man in the west, and it was thrilling. But Remo wouldn’t be Remo, wouldn’t be Capo, if he didn’t know how to take his power back.
Remo stilled above me and raised his head. Our eyes met. I don’t know what he saw in mine, but he cupped my cheek, startling me. His kisses became light, gentle, almost caring. So wrong. That wasn’t Remo. That was a lie. “Shh, Angel. I’ll be gentle.” His fingers stroked my breasts, my side, oh so gently, and his mouth … his mouth dusted me with loving kisses. Even though I knew them to be false, knew I was supposed to shove him away, to put up a fight, I kissed him back. Lost, lost, lost.
His dark eyes said what I’d known all along. He possessed me. He owned me. I was the queen. He was the king. Checkmate.
I was torn apart and put back together, miss-matched and wrong but back together.
Serafina was so much more than I’d hoped for. She was magnificently gorgeous, ruinously breathtaking.
“Don’t lose yourself in a game you don’t have full control over, Remo.” The worry in his voice made me look up. I touched his shoulder. “When have I ever been in control? Losing control is my favorite pastime.”
“Now let’s figure out the best words to crush them. I thought we could start with a reference to the bloody sheets tradition of the Famiglia for an additional kick.” Nino shook his head. “I’m glad you are my brother and not my enemy.”
“Why can’t you just hurt me?” she whispered, tilting her face sideways and upward. Yes, why? My hands always gave pain readily.
Her eyes held mine as if she could find salvation there, but we were both damned, and I was dragging her closer to damnation every day.
She blinked slowly. Then she surprised me by leaning forward and kissing me. A soft kiss. A soft nothing that felt like fucking everything. My brows drew together, trying to gauge her mood. “I’m lost, Remo.”
“There are rules in our world. We don’t attack children and women.” “Funny that you say that. When your soldiers attacked my territory, they fired at my thirteen-year-old brother. You broke those fucking rules first, so stop the bullshit.”
“They are my brothers, my flesh and blood. I’d die before I ever hurt them.” I fell silent. Serafina was quiet, too. “I don’t understand you, Remo Falcone.” “You aren’t supposed to.” “I’m perceptive. Before you know it, you’ll reveal more to me than you want.” I feared she was right.
She stiffened but then gave me a cunning smile of her own. Her fingers curled over my neck, and she pressed her forehead against mine like I had done before. “You took something from me, true, but you’re not the only one doing the taking. Maybe you don’t see it yet, but with every bit you take from me, you’re giving me a bit of yourself in return, Remo, and you will never get it back.” I harshly claimed her mouth and rolled on top of her, pressing her into the mattress with my weight. “Don’t,” I snarled into her ear. “Don’t think you know me, Angel. You know nothing. You think you’ve seen my
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Serafina was everything. Cunning and strong. Loyal and fierce. She could have been Capo if women were allowed that place in our world.
She huffed. “I’ll figure out another way to bring you to your knees, Remo.” If anyone could, then it would be her.
“Oh, Angel, forgetting you will be impossible.” And I smiled. God help me, I smiled. Remo shook his head slowly. “This is madness.” “It is.” It was and worse … betrayal.
We were both caught in an undercurrent, dragging us down into its unforgiving depth, unable to swim to the surface on our own. The only people who could save us only wanted to save one of us and see the other drown, but we were entangled. One of us would have to let go first to reach the surface.
