Chapter 3
THREE
Angelo
It feels damn good to be back in my own home. Sure, it’s a slight step down from my father’s house. No gold leaf walls, no expensive chandeliers. There are no Monet paintings on the wall, but there’s more than enough for me to be comfortable, even with the ankle bracelet.
Two cops watch me as I slump onto a chaise lounge in just boxers. Bathing in my shower has been the second-best thing I’ve experienced in the last few days. The first was Luisa.
The hottest fuck of my life walking right back in. She’s dyed her hair a dirty blonde that suits her. Her pouty lips, her thick, gorgeous body barely contained in her officer’s uniform, and that ass. Oh, I could forget plenty in my life, but not how I grabbed her ass and jerked her back against me.
I didn’t have to worry about being rough with her. She could take it. Wanted it. Those thick thighs I was hoping to wrap around my ears after my shower, her perky tits with her dark pink nipples that ... fuck, just licking and touching them had her coming for me.
The way she deep-throated me, how she moaned for me, bit my ear instead of finishing her sentences.
Sentences I was happy to reveal I could understand.
Nothing about any fuck has been sexier than Luisa ordering me to fuck her harder, telling me she could take it, then proving it by having me flip over to ride me like the goddess she was.
Drunk on alcohol and power, that woman was flawless.
And now that I’ve seen her again, those same dark eyes, her soft tanned skin, the new blonde hair .
.. she’s even better. Her tits are a little bigger, her ass tighter, her thighs more muscular, and I have a feeling that she could throw plenty of people around.
But I’ve changed too. I packed on muscle, know how to dress, and now I know what I’m capable of. Six years changes a person, but that little minx, a little older, more focused, and a detective. She’s so fucking hot.
Even better than I could have dreamed up. I lick my lips, thinking of how she tasted.
“Put it away, Rossi,” the officer says.
I glance down and see how hard I am. Tenting my spandex boxers and giving these guys a look at my gigantic cock. One checks his walkie and nods. “He’s not decent, but he’s here.”
I snort at the idea of ever being decent in their eyes, but then the singular reason I’m hard walks in.
She has on black slacks and a gray button-up blouse that’s looser than it should be.
The open vest on her shirt adds a touch of style and her hair is back in a ponytail, revealing a fresh scar on her neck.
A wave of desire pools in my lower belly. I want to lick that scar, hear the story behind it, behind her victory, because it’s clear it’s her victory. Then I look at her face. She’s pissed. No lipstick, very little makeup, and she still looks fresh-faced despite being pissed that I exist.
“Rossi,” she says. “Put on some pants.”
“You don’t like the view, officer?” I ask, not moving at all. “I know these guys are jealous, but you don’t strike me as someone with dick envy.”
The guys tell her I’m all hers and I’m more than happy to agree.
They leave her alone with me and she drops something heavy to the floor.
She walks over, not looking once at my hard on, but I see her eyes stroke over me, taking in the lack of tattoos, the additional scars, and then she meets my eyes.
“Did you remember yet, Topina?” I ask, sitting up to watch her.
“I don’t know what you mean,” she dismisses me. “And I’m not a mouse.”
“You researched. How sweet of you.”
She takes a slow deep breath, that has her tits straining against her blouse. I lick over my bottom lip. “Feel free to get comfortable. No need to wear so much.”
“Put on some clothes, Angelo.”
I stand and stare down at her. I raise my hand to touch her and she shows me her phone. “Touch me and you lose your deal.”
“Hardly fun,” I comment.
“This isn’t fun, it’s house arrest. This is some kind of karmic punishment for me, but I’ll make house arrest hell.”
“Are you going to make me eat my veggies? Make me work out? Replace all my weapons with fakes? Destroy everything I love?” I ask.
“Don’t tempt me with what you deserve,” she hisses, staring me down like there’s no height difference, like she’s older and wiser even though I know I have at least ten years on her.
I lick over my bottom lip and see her blush. I edge around her and grab her bag. “You’ll want the room across from mine. Just to do your job, of course. I’d never accuse you of being unprofessional and not disclosing a bias to your team.”
“There is no bias,” she snarls.
“I know you remember fucking me, Luisa. You’re not dense and you’re not forgetful,” I challenge. “You’d be a shit officer if you were.”
She follows me without saying a word and I toss her bag at a closed door. She stares at it, huffs, then bends over. God damn, I want to grab her ass. I’m sure it would take one kiss, drunk or not, and she’d remember. She’d fall into me.
I have more self-control than an animal, though. I have to. Even if my cock is pulsing just looking at her round, spank-able ass. I bet I could be even rougher with her now and she’d take it and love it. I lick over my lips.
She opens the door and throws her bag in. She’s got strength. Good. She faces me and tosses her vest to the side, then kicks off her shoes. I see the taser on her hip and lean against my doorframe.
“Would you like a tour?” I offer.
“Depends.”
“On?”
“Are you going to leave out all the places you’re going to use to escape?”
My face settles into a hard mask. “I’m not escaping, Luisa. I’m staying right here. They’ve got nothing to find me guilty of and there’s plenty I can do while comfortable here..”
“Then you won’t touch me either,” she says, but I know it’s a question.
“No matter how hot my memories of you are and how good you look in your uniform, I’m not threatening my freedom with a good fuck .
.. or daily good fucks.” I almost groan when her eyes widen.
I take a step forward. “Twice daily, however ... getting what you denied me last time ... that might be worth it.”
“I thought a Rossi like you wouldn’t threaten his empire or legacy over some girl. Didn’t you yell at your sister, threaten to kill my partner just to get her to fall in line?”
“Just because I want to fuck you again doesn’t mean I’ll fall for you. I’m not Emilia,” I sneer. “And you’re not as stupid as your partner.”
She doesn’t back up, doesn’t back down. My little mouse is a determined thing. I press my hand above hers on her door frame. She doesn’t even glance at it. Her eyes are on me. “Stop the games, Angelo. You’re in my custody and if you step a toe out of line, I’m going to cut it off.”
“My toe?”
“Or your dick since it seems to think for you right now,” she threatens me, still not looking down.
“You enjoyed it so much last time, I think that’s one part of me you’d want to keep,” I tease.
She takes an uneven breath. “Whatever happened-” she winces. “Nothing happened and if something did.. if ...”
“Cat got your tongue, Topina?” I ask. “Stick it out. Let me see it just to be sure it’s not knotted.”
She glowers at me and tries to compose herself. “Stop, Angelo. Flirting will not get you anywhere.”
“I already said I don’t want to leave,” I croon. “Are you afraid I’m serious?”
“You’re full of ... just stop! Stop!” she insists, slipping into the room and slamming the door, nearly taking off a finger.
I step back, then pull on swim trunks after shucking my boxers. With Luisa around, I’m going to be careful with what I do and say. She’s not an officer I can buy off. That’s clear. She’s making seduction damn hard, too.
She’s not admitting to remembering anything. I can’t use six years ago against her, anyway. If I do that now, then she will not get in any trouble. She could say she was drunk, and I’d look like some sentimental sap hung up on a drunken lay.
It would make me look worse, not her.
But if she caves, if she fucks me while she’s here ... then her bias is clear. She’d either have to admit that she fucked me, or she’d be in my pocket.
Pushing open the French doors in the back, I dive into the pool. I swim a few laps, then roll over to float, only to find Luisa standing there. She has on an oversized T-shirt and shorts. Fuck. I’m going to lose my mind with her here.
Her thighs on display, the tease of knowing what she has on under that oversized shirt. Fuck, she’s killing me. I haven’t gotten laid in weeks thanks to working for my father (thanks to Emilia deciding to turn witness) and being in jail. That’s all it is. I’m just horny and hard up.
Can’t masturbate when sharing a cell without getting some unwelcome advice, advances, or company. Rolling out my neck, I take a slow breath, then drape my arms behind me on the wall of the pool.
“Something you need, Luisa?” I ask.
“You out of the pool.”
“Why? I’m not going.”
“Sure you aren’t. Because your family is known for telling the truth,” she hisses.
I pull myself out of the pool and walk toward her. She looks me over this time, then takes a hesitant step away. “Angelo.”
“I’m not the one who sneaks out of places, am I, Luisa? You did that. While I was in the shower.”
“You were done with me,” she breathes.
I shake my head. I knew she remembered. “Topina, I wasn’t close to done with you. I was going to come back out and have you ride my face. I was going to make you come until you were so exhausted, all you could do is sleep.”
“Lies. It was a drunk hookup that I barely remember,” she says, dismissing it. “That’s all. It’s not like ... It’s not. Put on some clothes!”
“It’s my house.”
“And my rules!” she says, stomping her foot.
I look at her foot, and she looks down at it too, before taking a step back. “Do not comment.”
“You’re cute.”
“I’m a detective and you’re going to-”
“Ask you to towel me off, massage my shoulders every day, and enjoy some luxury since there’s tension rolling off you in waves,” I say, grabbing my towel from behind her and offering it to her.
She looks from it to me. Oh, my mouse pretends to be big and scary, but right now she looks like I’ve trapped her in a cage. She takes a step back. “Come inside and eat something so you can’t say I’m starving you.”
“Ask nicely,” I dare her.
“Give me a reason not to tase you,” she counters.
I can’t help but smile. This is going to be fun.