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You saw her, and you decided to stay.”
“As if I’d give up my life in London for a piece of pussy.” “Uh-huh.”
“She’d be begging you not to chop down the forest, not your uncle.” With a hard shove, I push him away from me. “Is that what you’ve been doing these days?” I snarl. “Training to become a fucking counselor?” A satisfied smirk crosses his face.
“When you realize you’re moving back, let me know.” His jaw ticks. “Because when you steal Uncle Alberto’s girl, I promise you, you’re going to need a fucking army.”
One day, Angelo will leave for good without warning and he won’t come back.
“Fucking hell, haven’t had these in years,” he mutters, tossing them into his mouth. “You get these trick-or-treating? You’re still young enough for that, right?” I laugh. “Shut up.”
I’m not the type of girl who dresses all sexy for Halloween, and I know the only reason I’m doing so tonight is just in case Angelo turns up.
For just one last time, I want to feel his eyes follow my every move. I know it’s wrong and I’m playing a dangerous game, but I want him to see I’m not the silly little girl he thinks I am.
Just once. Just for tonight. Because tomorrow is my engagement party, which signals the beginning of the rest of my miserable life.
He rounds the car and helps me out, then pushes me toward the entrance of the club by the small of my back. Skipping the line, we stop at a wall of burly, suited men with earpieces. Tor slaps one on the chest and points at me. “See this girl? It’s Big Al’s fiancee.” The man’s eyes grow wide. “You keep an eye on her at all times, got it? Anyone touches her, you take their hand.”
Jesus, by take their hand, I doubt he means “hold it.”
Then his finger lands on me, along with a serious glare. “Remember what I said. No men. Three drinks.”
“This way, signora.” I wince at the name, suddenly reminded of what Amelia said to me a few weeks ago. They’ll be calling you Signora Aurora Visconti soon.”
“He lost our yacht in a poker game the other evening,” she says tightly. “He didn’t really have a choice. Anyway, does Alberto know you’re here?”
“In two weeks, she’ll be one of us. And we don’t snitch on our own.” He winks and hands me the glass of champagne. “Welcome to the family, bella.” I smile, feeling my cheeks heat at the kindness of his words. I
Even so, they are known as the Hollow enforcers, carrying out hits on anyone who dares get in the way of the Smugglers Club’s expansion.
“What the hell, Rory? Last year, you dressed as a dinosaur. The year before, a giant tube of toothpaste. Why so sexy this year?”
“Christ, he’s definitely the hottest Visconti. And have you seen those muscles?” “How have you seen those muscles?” I snap back, sounding angrier than I meant to.
“Yeah,” she sighs, shooting Benny a sideways glare. “Not like this idiot, who doesn’t have an inch of flesh left on his body to tattoo. What do you want, Benny?” He flashes her a dazzling grin. “Is that how you speak to all your customers?” “Just the ones that hover uncomfortably close to me on my days off.”
“You must be the only person who can speak to a Visconti like that and not get a bullet in your head.” She laughs breezily. “They are all pussy cats masquerading as lions.”
This is not how the night was meant to go. I had this stupid, schoolgirl fantasy that he’d be watching me all night, while I pretended like I couldn’t feel the heat of his gaze on every inch of my body. Instead, I hadn’t even known he was here, and he hasn’t looked up at me once.
There’s a dark figure standing on the other side of Tor’s desk. He’s leaning on his knuckles against it, and when I open the door, he looks up at me through half-lidded eyes. They take their time scraping over every inch of my body, coming to rest on my face. Angelo Visconti. A barely audible puff of air escapes his lips. “You wore your hair curly.”
But now, I don’t feel like basking in it, not after seeing him talk to that supermodel-esque blond. When I pass him, I breathe a little easier. That’s the hard part, and now I’m so close to the door, I can hear the hum of music— “No!” But Angelo doesn’t listen to my weak-willed protest as he grabs my wrist and spins me around so fast the lights spin in a golden haze. When I blink and steady myself, my back is flush with the door, and Angelo’s heavy body is pushing me against it.
“I need to know what the fuck you meant when you said you touched yourself in the sea thinking about me,” he growls. His hot whiskey breath grazes my nose, and my knees threaten to buckle underneath me. I can barely breathe, let alone reply. In response to my silence, he winds his hand through the roots of my hair and yanks my head back. A moan escapes me before I can stop it. He hisses something dark in Italian. “Fuck, you’re annoying.”
Duck it. This is the last chance I’ll get to do something crazy. Because after tonight, wedding celebrations begin, and I’ll live the rest of my life tethered to an old man.
A sly grin spreads across my face and I squirm as his gaze automatically drops to my lips. “That it would feel incredible.” I gasp again as his fist slams the door just inches from my head. He pushes himself off me and turns around, running his hand through his hair. Then he stands there, glaring at the back wall.
“Fuck, Aurora.” When he turns around, his eyes are as wild. Hungry. “You’re my uncle’s fiancee. I can’t touch you.”
“Do. Not. Tempt. Me.”
They say be careful what you wish for, and tonight, I got my wish. Angelo Visconti wants me as much as I want him.
“Do you always wear pink panties?” I pop a lid, my eye landing on his lips. No smirk. That’s good. When I look up, his gaze snatches my breath away. It’s clouded with desperation. Desire. For me.
He turns to look at the thin pink lace crumpled up on Tor’s rug. “Christ,” he mutters.
“Lie down,” he demands. “And. Show. Me.”
When a groan rumbles deep in his chest, a wave of pleasure washes over me. “Fucking hell, Aurora. You’re perfect. Of course you’d be perfect.”
“Is that what you did? In the ocean?” Angelo chokes out. Biting back a whimper, I nod. “To begin with.” His gaze flashes dark. “To begin with?”
“Does it feel good, baby?” Baby. Heat rises from my pounding clit. “Yeah,” I whimper, fingering myself faster. Then I catch his eye and smile coyly, “I bet it’d feel better if you did it.” Dark amusement flashes in his eyes, but his hands clawing over the curve of his arm rest tell me he’s restraining himself. Seeing him so worked up is driving me wild. “Tell me what you’d do to me.”
Arching my back, I reach around and unhook it. With a mischievous grin, I toss it onto his lap. He groans, fisting the fabric and bringing it to his face. I pump my fingers into my pussy harder, faster, getting off on the sight of his big hands clawed around my lingerie.
“Mmm,” I moan, tugging at a nipple, hard. His eyes glitter. “You like it rough, baby?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper shyly. “Then I’d want to find out,” he growls, inching closer. I raise my hips up so he can get a better look at what’s going on between my legs. “I’d slap that tight little cunt just to hear you scream.” Muffling a sob, I slap my pussy, bucking under the shockwave of pleasure that rolls from my clit and up to my lower stomach. Holy crow. “Harder,” he demands. I slap it again, an orgasm cresting inside me. “Oh, swan,” I mutter, turning my head and biting down on a cushion. “Don’t you dare look away from me, Aurora. I want to see the look on your face when you come.”
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“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” he snarls, leaning over my knee and not taking his eyes off my pussy. “I want to see your cum trickle out of that cunt and down your thigh.”
“I was wrong about you, Magpie,” he says huskily, licking his lips. “You are a bad girl.”
The image of my uncle’s fiancee naked and fingering herself last night is burned so deep into my retinas that I fucking see it every time I close my eyes.
I knew I had to get the fuck out of there before I did something I couldn’t take back.
Christ himself doesn’t have as much restraint as me.
And besides, I was in no mood to deal with Dante, who, for some reason, was glaring at me from the other side of the VIP booth like I fucked his prom date all over again.
My stomach flips. I’m surprised at how quickly her comment digs under my skin, carving a bitter, angry path around my body. I lock my jaw in an attempt to keep my expression neutral.
My hand around her jaw cuts her off. Her eyes widen, cutting back to Alberto’s office. “What happened to no touching?” she breathes. I let out a dry chuckle and reluctantly drop my hand to my side, dragging my thumb down her soft cheek as I go.
Where were you on Wednesday?” “Why? Did you miss me?” “Yes.” Her answer comes quick and thick. It’s followed by the most adorable little laugh. Coming to a halt to meet the gate, I drop my head against the backrest and close my eyes. “Don’t test me today, Aurora. I’ve spent nine years resisting temptation. You’re making it very hard for me to get to a decade.”
“And if you tell Alberto, I swear, I’ll set fire to your car.” I bite back a laugh. “You’ll what now?”
I’m forcing my face to remain unbothered, but inside, my blood is pounding hot and fast against my skin.
She’s “Rory” all of a sudden. She has a bite, and it’s irritatingly hot.
