10. Elio #2
She tried to shrug off my touch. I wasn’t fucking moving.
“Elio, let go of me. What I do is none of your business. You don’t have to worry about it.”
“Everything you do is my business!” I yelled. I could feel my heart rate picking up.
We both held still, not saying anything for a beat.
Her hot breath fanned over my skin in the small space between us.
I couldn’t see her that well, but I could feel her.
Could feel her breathing, could feel her solid form pressed in close to me.
Could smell that sweet, floral scent of hers that was fucking with my mind a little more with each second I spent in her presence.
She took in a deep inhale, pressing her chest a little closer to me. My skin felt both light and heavy at the same time, and I didn’t know what to make of my reactions.
Fucking hell, but why was I reacting so strongly to her?
“Elio?” she said softly.
I didn’t say anything back to her. I couldn’t. I didn’t know what to say.
She purposely moved in closer to me, and I didn’t move away. I stayed where I was, even as alarm bells went off in my head, and I knew I should move away. Touching her was such a dangerous thing.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips against mine before I could even think.
I froze where I was as she tentatively molded her lips around mine. My thoughts seemed to be running a million miles an hour, and none of them were coherent enough for me to make sense of, save for one hard truth.
Isa was kissing me.
I didn’t fucking know what to do or how to react.
Not reacting could get men like me killed, sometimes in just one second.
She pulled back when I didn’t respond. I felt more than heard her stuttering breaths.
“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice catching at the end. I could hear the heartbreak in it, killing me a little. “I shouldn’t have done that. Let’s just forget I did that?—”
“Like hell,” I said before slamming my lips against hers. I could feel her deep inhale against me before she froze in my arms.
I pressed in closer to her, taking more of her into my mouth, running my tongue over the seams of her lips.
That seemed to get her out of her reverie, and she kissed me back, her movements hesitant and slow.
Fuck me.
Electricity burst from where we touched, and I deepened the kiss, teasing her lips open with a light, prodding touch of my tongue.
I let out a deep groan when our tongues glided against each other, feeling all my control slipping, making me question whether or not I ever had it in the first place, as I banded my arms around her and pulled her in closer to me.
She wrapped her arms back around my neck, her chest pressing in tightly against mine, until I could feel her breasts pressed against me in the sweetest way possible, driving me crazy.
I deepened the kiss, and she let out a whimper, the sound causing a small vibration between us that had me throwing any sense of logic out the window.
I was no longer thinking, just moving on pure instinct.
And I still wasn’t fucking thinking when I moved one hand between our bodies and cupped her breast, playing with her.
Her breathing came out in broken gasps of air between our lips, and I kept kissing her as my fingers sought out her nipple through her shirt before grabbing the top cup of her bra and pulling it down.
My thumb and forefinger latched onto her hardened nub, and I played with it as she arched toward me.
All the while, we never broke away from the kiss.
Fuck me, but it was taking everything in me not to fuck her against the wall of the alley right there and then.
She was even fucking sweeter than I imagined her to be—in the rare times I had allowed myself to imagine anything about her.
She was fucking everything, and I needed more and more and more.
I moved my hand down, away from her breast, and to the hem of her shirt. I pulled away from the kiss and said, “Tell me to stop.”
I pressed a quick kiss against her lips once more, not wanting to stop. That was the last thing I wanted.
“Don’t stop,” she said, echoing my thoughts. “Fuck, Elio. Please don’t stop.”
The sound of my name on her lips nearly drove me over the edge.
My hand pressed under her shirt, my fingers teasing over the waistband of the black leggings she wore.
I felt her stomach cave inward from the movement just before I slid my hand beneath the fabric of her pants and panties.
I could feel her soft, bare skin against my palm.
Fuck me.
I didn’t break away from the kiss as I moved my hand further down until I was cupping her small pussy. She was wet.
Fuck. Me.
I felt her still against me for a quick second before I started to work my hand over her. Her muscles clenched from the sensation, the arms around my neck loosened, and she brought her hands down to grip my biceps, her fingernails digging into my skin.
This time, she pulled away first.
There was just enough light for me to see her mouth opening, her breathing harsh as she watched me pleasure her.
My fingers found her swollen clit, and I rubbed over it again and again, loving the way her back bowed against the wall, as if she wanted more, as if it wasn’t enough.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet for me,” I gritted out.
“S-Sorry,” she stuttered out, pressing her face against my chest.
“Don’t be,” I said. “I fucking love the way you respond to me.”
“You do?” she asked, a breathless quality in her voice that was driving me out of my mind. How could I not know just how fucking sweet, how fucking enticing she was?
“I do.”
“Elio—”
Her breath came out harshly, cutting off abruptly when I pushed one finger inside her tight heat.
Heaven.
Fucking hell, but this must be what fucking heaven felt like, or it was goddamn close to it.
Her head fell back against the wall, and small whimpers escaped her lips.
“Elio, I…”
She trailed off, her hands moving over to my chest. She pressed her palms there, pulling closer to me.
“You feel so fucking good,” I gritted out, moving my finger in and out of her, reveling in the sensation.
“Please, Elio,” she gasped out.
“I know what you need,” I rasped, wanting more and more of her. I didn’t think I would ever get enough. I quickened my finger, and she arched into me, a loud moan coming out that was cut short when I slammed my lips against hers, kissing her with everything in me. She kissed me back.
Fuck me, but she kissed me back, and it felt like I was quickly losing that tightly held grip on my own control.
“Baby,” I whispered against her lips when I felt her trembling against me, knowing she was close. “Come for me.”
I pressed my thumb against her clit, and that was all it took. She pulled away from me briefly, mewling her pleasure before she moved back and buried her face deep into my chest just as she came.
I pulled out of her and wrapped my arms around her body, bringing her in close to me, holding on tightly, knowing I would need to let her go eventually, but not sure if I would be capable of it.
It wasn’t like lust had clouded my brain so much that I didn’t know what I was doing, even if it felt like I hadn't been able to think rationally at that moment.
I knew exactly what the fuck I had been doing, and who I was doing it with.
Valentino’s sister.
Someone so fucking precious, I had no business even holding her this closely in my arms. If Valentino killed me, it would be well-deserved.
I waited for the regret to come in, to weigh me down.
All I felt was her.
The soft, warm feel of her in my arms, along with that addictive scent of hers that I didn’t want to fucking end.
There was no regret, at least, not at this moment.
“We have to go,” I said softly into her hair. I felt her tense, and for a brief moment, I wished she would tell me no. That we didn’t have to go. That we could just stay like this.
Fuck, but just like this.
Then she pulled away from me, and it suddenly felt like I was missing something.
My arms hung down by my side, my fists clenching and unclenching as I watched her in the shadow.
I held out my hand. “Come on. I’ll take you home.”
She hesitated for a brief moment before placing her hand in mine and letting me pull her out of there.
The walk to my car was made in silence. I kept her hand in mine as we walked, unable to let her go just yet. I opened the door to the passenger side for her.
She looked up and met my eyes briefly as she moved past me to climb inside.
I shut the door behind her and stood there for a moment, trying to catch my bearings.
Fuck, but what had I done?
I climbed inside the car and drove off to her house.
She still hadn’t said anything during the ride. And I didn’t know what she was thinking or feeling. Was she regretful over what happened?
I wouldn’t blame her if she told Valentino.
We pulled up to her house in too short a time. I pulled to a stop at the edge of the property, taking in all the strange parked cars, with the lights inside the house turned on.
“Your father has company? It’s a little late for that, isn’t it?”
She shrugged. “They weren’t here when I left. It must be Marco and the rest of them here.”
I looked over at her. She said “the rest of them” like she knew there was a line between the rest of Massimo’s men and the traditionalist men her father was a part of.
She probably did. She probably knew more than she let on. I was sure Joseph Gambino wasn’t as careful with his words in his home around her.
“I can’t go back in there. I can’t just sneak in the same way I got out.
Not with my room on the top floor. I would have to walk through the door, and my father would know I wasn’t in bed like I was supposed to be.
” She turned and looked at me. While there had always been this genuineness about her face that told everyone around what she was feeling or thinking, it seemed her guard was up with me tonight because I couldn’t figure it out.
“Can you take me to Valentino’s?”