Chapter 9
9
Massimo
"What do you think?"
I glance up from my phone and my jaw drops.
After Karma took Via—she’ll always be Via to me—and Penny inside, the shop assistant showed me to the waiting area. I decided to use the time to catch up on work. With my oldest brother, Michael, wanting to legalize the Cosa Nostra business, I’ve been involved in many of the intricacies that come with that. Before I realized it, forty-five minutes had passed. I was about to ask the shop assistant to ask Karma how much longer it’d take, when Via stepped out from behind the door that separated the waiting room from the atelier.
I take in her curvy figure draped in a dress with long sleeves and a bodice like a corset, not dissimilar to what she was wearing the day we met. It nips in at the waist, and the skirt falls in a straight line to her feet. It’s a deceptively simple dress, but the way it’s cut, it clings to her every dip and curve. It shows off her hourglass figure, her gorgeous breasts, those curvy hips and thick thighs, with which she gripped me as I drove into her.
"Massimo?" She props a hand on her hip and angles her body so I can see the way the dress molds to her thighs and down the line of her legs. She looks like a picture from yesteryear’s Hollywood. Beguiling, alluring, and absolutely ravishing.
"Do I look that bad?" She purses her lips. "Maybe I should change." She turns to go, and I rise to my feet.
"Don’t change."
A thick sensation crowds my chest. My belly hurts. My fingertips tingle to reach out and touch her, to make sure she’s real.
She frowns as I walk over to her. "You look perfect," I murmur.
The air thickens. Her chest rises and falls. She tips up her chin to meet my gaze and those green eyes of hers are so clear, I can see myself reflected in them. She licks her lips, and the blood drains to my groin. I widen my stance to accommodate the growing thickness in my crotch.
She draws in a breath, and color stains her cheeks. Her eyelids flutter and she lowers her chin so her hair falls over her face. "Uh… I’ll… I’ll just tell Karma I’m good with this."
She turns to leave, and goddamn it, I am not letting her go. Not again. I grab her wrist and pull her so she falls against my chest.
"Massimo." She plants her palm against me. "What are you doing?"
"Are you going to pretend we’ve never met before?"
"We didn’t meet before. Don’t you remember, we said what we had was for one night only? When I left that room, I forgot all about it."
"Did you?" I twist her arm behind her so her shoulders arch back. I glare at her and she pales.
"Let me go," she whispers.
"No." I rake my gaze over her face, then back to her eyes. "Tell me you didn’t feel something in that room. Tell me you didn’t walk out of there and leave a part of you with me."
"I…" She opens her mouth and shuts it. "I—" She glances away.
"That’s what I thought." I walk her backward until her back is to the wall. Then I release her arm, only to cup her cheek. "I can’t get you out of my mind, bellezza . I can’t stop thinking of your lips, your beautiful tits, your gorgeous ass, how you moan when you’re close, and your back arches when you’re about to come, how your cunt flutters around my dick as you orgasm, how you cry out when you climax, how you—" I lower my face until our eyelashes kiss. "How, when I look into your eyes, I can see the light that shines through you. Your radiance stands out like a beacon on a misty night. There’s something about you that is so attractive, it renders me speechless every time I see you. I don’t want to want you, but I do."
Her pupils dilate. Her breath comes in little gasps. The pulse at the base of her neck flutters like a hummingbird trying to escape the confines of a cage. I stare at her mouth, and a moan bleeds from her lips. I brush my lips over hers, and her entire body shudders. I lick into her mouth, and she sighs. I nip on her lower lip, and she leans into me. I deepen the kiss, thrust my tongue inside her mouth and suck on her upper lip. She plants her palms on my chest as if to push me away, then rises on her tiptoes and kisses me back. She licks the seam of my lips, and a groan rumbles up my chest. I push my hips into hers, holding her immobile against the wall, and she gasps. She must feel the length of my arousal. I hadn’t meant for this to go so far, but seeing her pretend she didn’t know me made me mad. How dare she act like we never met? Like she didn’t come apart under my fingers, my lips, my cock. I tear my mouth from hers and stare into her desire-filled eyes. "Never avoid me again. I won’t tolerate it, you feel me?"
She swallows, then tips up her chin. "Never try to kiss me again. I don’t want it, you get me?"
"Not what your body says." I lean more of my weight into her so the tent in my crotch stabs into her core. Color flushes her cheeks.
"I am not my body." She firms her lips. Then she slaps me.
The sound echoes around the space. My cheek throbs, and I can feel every pulse, all the way to the crown of my cock. My shaft elongates. Her pupils dilate. The air thickens with unsaid emotions pressing down on us. Then we move at the same time.
Our mouths collide, our teeth clash, and our tongues tangle as we kiss and kiss. The blood roars in my ears, and my heart hammers against my rib cage. I slap my palm to the wall next to her face and kiss her so hard, my teeth ache. My chest hurts, and my stomach ties itself in knots. Oh, fuck, this is going to complicate my life immensely. I tear my mouth from hers, and we stare at each other without saying a word, even as our eyes seem to communicate on a different level. I step back and she slides out from between me and the wall, then turns to leave.
"Via."
She pauses.
"This isn’t over yet."