Chapter 4 #2
Finn gritted his teeth but stayed silent as he walked behind us. We reached the bottom of the staircase in the foyer, which led up to the Buccinis’ private floors. Elenora spun around on the bottom step and waved her finger in my face.
“Access denied, Signor Aiani. I’ll be going to bed alone.” She grabbed her shoes from Finn’s chest and kissed him on the lips. I tried to hide my shock that her lips had touched his so flippantly. Since when did mafia princesses kiss their bodyguards? And I thought he was into men?
“Go home, Finn baby. You are officially off duty.”
She swayed up the stairs, humming a tune. A large, older soldier appeared on the landing, nodding at Finn in silent understanding that he’d take over from there.
“Marco! Oh, Marco! I love thee, old Marco!” Elenora began singing and wrapped her arms around the man. It seemed Finn wasn’t the only soldier she was overfamiliar with.
“Had a good night, Elle?” the soldier asked, guiding her towards her bedroom with a small smile.
Once they were out of view, I turned to face Finn, my heart pounding because I’d somehow ended up alone with this man again.
He smirked at me, mischief in those dark brown eyes, then stormed out through a side door the staff used, heading towards the garage.
I should have let him go. I should have signalled to my men to fetch my car, but I’d told them to stay behind in the club while I helped Elle. Instead, I followed him outside.
A new Range Rover pulled up on the driveway, and a man got out, throwing Finn the keys before striding away.
I stopped on the top step and watched as Finn walked around the car to the driver’s side and opened the door.
He paused, glancing up when he saw me standing there.
Those dark chestnut eyes made my heart race.
“You coming then?” he asked, swinging the keys around his finger once before climbing into the car and vanishing behind blacked-out, bulletproof windows.
The way he said it, so casually, with an air of arrogance, as if he knew I was going to follow him and get in his car, had my blood boiling.
But there was also excitement coursing through my veins.
Why was I so drawn to this man? I hesitated, glancing over my shoulder to check if anyone had seen us.
The last thing I needed were rumours starting because I was seen in a car with a gay Buccini soldier, but everyone was still in the club.
I didn’t know what drove me to make the most reckless choice of my life, but my feet moved before I could stop them. I threw myself into the passenger seat, and the tyres spun on the gravel before I’d even shut the door.
“If you don’t want them to see you, get down,” he said calmly, his eyes fixed straight ahead on the enormous iron gates securing the Buccini residence.
Armed soldiers stood on either side, and I quickly sank into the footwell, my heart pounding with addictive adrenaline.
What the fuck was I doing? Finn nodded at the guards, who recognised his car and opened the gates for him.
As soon as we were a safe distance down the road, I shoved myself back into the seat, panting hard.
My eyes darted everywhere but refused to look at the man driving.
This was a mistake. Why the fuck had I got in his car? What had I thought would happen?
“Where are we going?” I asked, hating how my voice trembled slightly with nerves. There was just something about this man that made me feel out of control.
“Where do you want to go?”
I glanced at him for the first time since I had made the stupid choice to leave with him.
His handsome face was relaxed, dark stubble ran along his strong jawline, and those full lips were slightly pouted as he waited for my answer.
His short brown hair was swept to the side, and he wore a plain black T-shirt that showed his one sleeve of tattoos, along with black trousers that clung to his muscular thighs.
I shouldn’t have found him so fucking sexy, but I did, and my traitorous body reacted the longer I stared.
I like women. I only like women.
“Take me back,” I ordered a little too aggressively, staring out of the window. My skin was itching. My heart was pounding. It was too hot. I had to get out.
I felt his eyes on me. “You sure?”
“Si. Take me back. Now.”
He yanked up the handbrake while we were travelling at over fifty miles per hour, and the car skidded, then spun around in the middle of the deserted road.
My hand shot up to grasp the roof of the car, and the other flew out to the side, directly over his hard chest. I didn’t know why I did it, but I did.
When the car stopped at the side of the road, I was nearly hyperventilating, staring straight ahead but feeling the rhythm of his racing heart beneath my palm.
Turning, I found him already looking at me, his eyes full of the same hunger and need I was trying to suppress.
We stared. Caught in a moment that could never be real. But fuck, it felt real. The way he was looking at me, as if he could see right into my soul and wanted it. He wanted to devour it. No one had ever looked at me like that before.
A beat against my palm. And then another. And another. Until he moved, reaching for the nape of my neck and forcing our lips together over the centre console of the car.
His lips were softer than sin yet commanding.
Insistent. Forcing every thought from my mind as his tongue brushed my lower lip.
Electric. My lips parted in surprise, granting him access to more of me.
The sensation of his tongue against mine sent me into a hypnotic state of bliss.
The kind that made me forget who I was, where I came from, and that I shouldn’t be allowing this.
But I couldn’t resist. My hand fisted his shirt, drawing him closer as he leaned over the armrest and pressed me against the passenger door.
I’d never kissed a man before. I’d never been kissed like this.
Every moan, every touch of his tongue, made me lose myself to someone I shouldn’t be.
Someone who wanted this. Someone who wanted him.
In a sudden burst of panic, I yanked my gun from the back of my trousers and pressed it to his temple. His lips released mine, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he hovered over my mouth, his dark gaze fixed on mine.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” I growled, trying to hide how much my hand shook. I didn’t want to kill him, but I should.
“I thought it was pretty obvious,” he husked, his lips brushing mine as he spoke. The action made me inhale sharply, another mistake. I could still taste his minty breath, and I wanted more.
“I don’t like men,” I snarled my denial with venom, but he didn’t even flinch. He just kept staring.
“Then why aren’t you pushing me away?”
He was right. Why wasn’t I? My hand still gripped his shirt, holding him in place, while my gun pressed against his temple. A physical representation of how torn I felt inside.
“I’m about to shoot you. That should be enough of an answer.”
He smirked. “Except we both know you won’t pull that trigger. Not until you get what you got into my car for.”
He reached for my belt and unbuckled it, holding my gaze in challenge. I clenched my jaw, every rational thought in my mind screaming at me to stop, but my body refused to move. The words wouldn’t come out. How many times had I fantasised about this, knowing it could never become a reality?
His knuckles brushed down the length of my rock-hard dick through my trousers, and I shuddered with anticipation of pleasure, every muscle in my body as solid and tense as my dick.
“Has a man ever touched you?” He unzipped me and pressed his palm against my erection, rubbing over my boxers. My head hit the glass behind me as I hissed.
“No. I told you… I’m not…”
My words were cut short when his hand slid beneath the band of my boxers and wrapped around my dick. His fingers were calloused and firm, so different from a woman’s touch. My eyes rolled, and my gun shook as his hand moved in confident strokes.
“Then tell me to stop.”
I couldn’t. If he stopped, I thought I might die.
His lips crashed against mine again, but this time, he was feral.
Rough. Just how I liked it. His tongue didn’t just caress; it claimed, pinning me in place and forcing me to submit to the raging need coursing through my veins.
And I submitted. The hand fisting his shirt moved up to his jaw, and my fingers dug into his rough stubble.
We both groaned as my hips thrust upwards, fucking his hand as he squeezed.
The kiss ended, so he could glide his lips down my jaw.
He licked his way down my throat, grazing his teeth against my Adam’s apple, and I lost my damn mind.
Without realising, I’d moved the gun away from his temple and rested it against the dashboard.
I threw my head back against the window and moaned when he bit my nipple through my shirt.
He paused above my cock and looked at me. He was giving me one last chance to stop this before he ruined me. But fuck, I’d let him because the part of me I’d refused to acknowledge since I was ten roared to life and wanted this. So fucking bad. Fuck the consequences. I’d deal with them later.
He kept his gaze locked on mine as he took my cock in his mouth.
“C-cazzo,” I growled, as he swiped his tongue over the head and flicked it across my slit, licking away the pre-cum.
He moaned around me, taking me deeper, sucking harder until I was a twitching, groaning mess, struggling to hold on to my sanity.
He never stopped watching me, just as he had all night in the club, and it made me fucking furious and insanely aroused all at once.
That dark hunger in pools of deep brown challenged me, stripped me bare, and took everything I’d tried to hide.
It shouldn’t feel like this. This shouldn’t feel so fucking good, better than any experience I’ve ever had.