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I squeeze the jacket in my hand, trying to decipher the meaning of this unbidden urge to grab the girl’s face and turn her to me so I might claim her smile for myself. I don’t have a good name for what’s overtaken me. Perhaps . . . yearning?
ooof i love when an mmc doesn’t understand what he’s feeling yet
Nino bursts out laughing behind me. “Well, I see why you found her interesting.” Yes. I find Milene Scardoni very interesting.
“And I like unusual things very much.”
A feeling of immense satisfaction passes through me upon hearing her say my name.
But I wasn’t satisfied with watching her from afar anymore. I want Milene Scardoni like I’ve never wanted anything else before.
The coffee-shop smile, I liked.
I close my eyes and inhale deeply, trying to ignore the butterflies fluttering in the pit of my stomach.
looking down at our intertwined fingers. I should pull my hand away. But I don’t.
“What I am, is uninterested.” “Uninterested.” I nod. He’s absolutely nuts. “About the people who work for you, or people in general?” “In general. With one exception,” he says and levels me with that unnerving gaze of his. “You.”
“You shooed away a whole restaurant full of people?” “You said you wouldn’t be comfortable with them staring at you.” He pulls my hand closer. “Now they won’t.” My heartbeat skyrockets. That’s the most fucking romantic thing a man has ever done for me. “So, a hundred or more people had to leave in the middle of their meal because of my shorts?” “No. They had to leave because no one gets to make you feel uncomfortable.”
It’s so angry. His kiss. My response—even angrier. I grab his neck, intending to squeeze it, but instead my hands slide upward, fingers tangling in his hair. There is not enough air in my lungs as I try to keep up, taking everything he’s giving. God, his mouth . . . so hard, but somehow soft at the same time. Teeth biting at my lower lip. His fingers, still holding my chin. It’s madness. I can’t think. I don’t want to think.
he buries his fingers in my hair, pulling my head lower until my mouth almost touches his lips—“did I buy the bracelet, Milene?” “Because I liked it?” I whisper against his lips. “Because you liked it,” he says as he presses his mouth to mine.
“I can’t wait to have you in my bed, Milene,” he whispers, and a shudder passes through my body.
“I’m not jealous.” I take a sip of coffee. “I just have an uncontrollable urge to kill any man who even looks at my wife.”
sounds like jealously babe
“Just talk, Tore.” “Just talk, Milene.”
“Playing games with me turns you on?” “It’s not the games, Milene,” I say. “Just you.”
“Because I don’t think I’ll survive watching a man I love die, Tore,” she whispers, looking down into my eyes. “Well, it’s a good thing you hate me, cara. So, I guess you’re safe from the heartache.” “Of course I hate you,” Milene says through her teeth.
Milene squints her eyes at me, and then she smiles. It’s like the first ray of light after a thousand hours of a long night, piercing the darkness inside my chest and filling me with warmth. I kiss that stubborn mouth and enjoy the feel of my cock as it stretches her inner walls until her pussy spasms around my length.
“I want you to smile at me every day,” I say next to her ear and slam into her again. “Every.” Slam. “Fucking.” Slam. “Day.”
“That was a lot of pent-up aggression, Salvatore,” I say and brush the back of my palm down his cheek. “Where am I with my debt now?” “Right where you were two hours ago.” “That doesn’t sound quite fair.” He lowers his head, leaning toward my face. “I don’t give a fuck.” I sigh, then pull his head down until our lips touch. “So, I still owe you everything?” “Everything, Milene,” he whispers without lifting his mouth off mine.
Squeezing my arm more tightly around her, I smash my lips against hers, stealing that smile. It’s mine. She’s mine. Along with everything else she has to give. Every smile, every kiss, every moan. They’re all mine.
I put the phone back in my pocket and find Aldo and Stefano gaping at me. “We adopted a cat. It’s defective,”
“And do I own you, Tore?”
“I’m afraid you do, Milene.” He slams his lips to mine and thrusts into me at the same time, filling me with his hot cum.
“It’s all or nothing with me, Milene. You should have figured that out by now.”
“I want to make love to you,” I say into his lips and feel him go still under me. “Will you let me?” When I open my eyes, his steady gaze is fixated on me. “Yes.”
“Mine,” he says and thrusts his fingers all the way in, hitting that spot only he has ever found. “You are mine, Milene.”
“I want to feel her skin when I touch her,” I answer. “And I can’t do that if I’m wearing a glove.”
“Vita mia,” he whispers. “Please. Get down.”
“I love you, Tore,” I say into his ear.
Oh, how I will enjoy filleting the man who hurt the only thing in this world I love.
The pressure in my chest builds, my heart beating so fast it feels like it might burst out. I press her harder to my body, careful not to hurt her arm.
“You don’t understand, Milene,” I say into her mouth. “Of course I do.” She smiles and looks right into my eyes. “I love you, too, Tore.”
“But I love you anyway, Tore.” I smile.
“I love you, too.”
My breath catches. His eyes move back to mine as his other hand comes to stroke my ear. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I know it’s not easy. Being loved by me.”
“Being loved by you is the best fucking feeling in the world.”
“She will love you,” I say again and press my lips to his. “She’ll fucking adore you. Like I do.” “You promise?” he whispers into my mouth. “I promise.” I reach out and place my hand on our daughter’s head, brushing back the short blond strands. “Just look at her. She already loves you unconditionally.” He looks down at the baby sleeping on his chest. Mia’s eyes flutter open and a moment later two amber gazes collide. And then, my husband smiles.
