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“What the fuck —” Her voice is muffled as she disappears into the fabric until I can yank the fabric down so that her head pops through the neck hole. Her hair is mussed and all over her face, and her arms are trapped inside. “— is wrong with you?!”
“The better question is ‘what is wrong with you .’” I say, holding the hoodie down as she fights against me.
“Get this fucking thing off me,” she shrieks.
People around us are no longer pretending not to stare. Matti walks our way, raising his eyebrows at me briefly, then starts to usher them away from us, leaving us alone in the corner of the rooftop.
I pin her against the wet concrete wall, caging her in with my arms on either side of her and bend down so I’m eye level with her.
“You’re a beautiful girl. You don’t have to dress like a whore to get attention from men.” I keep my voice low, feeling like I’m saying too much.
Her eyes grow wide with fury and she bangs her body back and forth against my arms like she’s trying to break out. I don’t budge. “I’m not a GIRL. I’m a fucking woman, in case you hadn’t goddamn noticed.”
“I did notice,” I growl. “Everybody noticed. Including douchebags who aren’t good enough to be in your presence much less see you… like that.”
Her eyes brighten with anger. She moves closer to me, lowering her voice seductively as she talks.
“Oh really. Are you jealous of Antonio, Tommy? Do you wish I’d dress like this for you?
Make it our little secret, keep my ‘beautiful’ body hidden away from the world until you want to take me out and play with me? ”
Fuck, my cock is so hard. I want to drop to my knees while she’s bound by my hoodie, and push up her dress, shove my face into her pussy and eat her until she comes on my face.
Instead, I shake my head, speaking through my clenched jaw. “I’m not jealous of any little prick who goes by the name of Tony the Hack, I promise you. And I’m not trying to fuck you.”
She blanches, the color draining from her face, as if a realization just hit her. “Oh my God. Are you gay, Tommy? Is that why you never bring women around or hook up? Oh my God, I’m so embarrassed.”
Despite my resolve to remain void of emotion, I can’t help but laugh at the shamed look on her face.
“No, I’m not gay. I just don’t bring women around you.
But you should be embarrassed. No man who pays attention to you when you’re dressed like this is going to respect you once he’s done coming on your face.
Especially a guy who got his name for fucking up everything he touches. ”
Rage washes over her, and I barely jerk my head back in time, still laughing, as she throws herself forward trying to head butt me.
“Fuck you, Tommy Demonio! I don’t give a fuck what you think of me, who I fuck, or what I wear when I get fucked.
” She leans in close, her face inches from mine, breathing hard while I grin at her.
“And for your information, I’ve never had a man come on my face and ghost me.
He always comes back, begging for more, and it’s me who has to tell him to fuck off and get a life so I can move onto the next hard cock that I want . ”
The smile falls off my face, and she smirks victoriously. But she’s still wrapped up in my hoodie, and I’m the one in charge.
“Either you put your arms through the sleeves of that hoodie in the next five seconds and keep it on the rest of the night, or I’m going to throw you over my shoulder and carry you out in front of all these people.”
“And then what?” she challenges, her arms still captured within my hoodie. She’s not flirty this time. She knows better.
“Then I’ll take you downstairs and tie you up in Matti’s penthouse and leave you there until the sun comes up, and your father is ready to drive you home. Wherever the fuck he is.”
Her brown eyes are so dark they almost look black as she scoffs at me. “You want to tie me up, Tommy? What are you going to do to me while you wait for the sun to come up? It’s not even midnight yet.”
She leans in closer to me, but I hold her gaze and don’t move. She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, then releases it, staring at my mouth.
I don’t breathe, as she snakes her tongue out and moves a millimeter closer to me, then drags the tip of her tongue over my bottom lip. She pauses, her mouth next to mine and whispers, “Tell me what you want to do to me, Tommy.”
I again imagine smearing her pink lipstick with my cock, but instead of acting on it, I steel my resolve, summoning every bit of self restraint I have.
“Time’s up, sweet girl,” I say, squatting to grip her around the backs of her soft thighs, lifting her onto my shoulder, and stand up.
“Oh my God, fucking put me down, Tommy! Seriously! Put me down!” She sounds terrified, and I smile to myself.
“Are you going to be a good girl and put your arms into the sleeves if I do?” I ask calmly.
Gi writhes against me, trying to get down, and I grip the back of her thighs harder with my forearm, digging my fingers in to keep her from falling off my shoulder.
Her voice is almost desperate. “You don’t want me showing my ass, but you’re going to carry me out with my ass literally hanging out of my dress?”
I turn my head slightly and see that she’s right. Her plump, round ass is right next to my face, her thong exposed, the hem of her dress and the hoodie pushed up to her waist.
I suck in a breath to stop myself from sinking my teeth into her bare ass. Luckily, we’re still facing the corner of the rooftop, the rest of the party behind me. They can certainly see what’s happening, but they can’t see her ass unless I turn around.
“It’s your choice, Gi,” I say waiting calmly, watching the storm clouds move across the dark sky lit up by the city lights. I glance at my watch. 11:57pm. Three minutes to midnight. “Decide how you want to bring in the new year.”
She mumbles something I can’t hear.
“What’s that?” I ask.
She wriggles a bit more but not fighting against me, and I realize she’s trying to put the arm not pinned under her through the sleeve. It only takes a minute and she succeeds, immediately reaching down and slapping my ass hard. “I’m doing it, Tommy. Now Put. Me. Down.”
Keeping my arm around her, I let her body slide down the front of mine till she’s steady on her heels then cage her back in, one arm on either side of her.
I lean down so that my face is inches from hers.
I nod my head toward her other arm and she sulkily shoves it through the sleeve and waves her hand in my face petulantly once it’s through.
“Good? Now let me go.”
I keep my arms in place, holding her against the wall next to me as the seconds pass. My expression is cold, daring her to defy me. She holds my gaze, her eyes flashing angrily.
Slowly, the look on her face starts to change, to soften, and I realize that what started as a stand-off has evolved into us staring into each other’s eyes.
Even with that realization, I can’t break away.
I want to kiss her, want to wrap my arms around her, pick her up and carry her downstairs, start the new year balls deep inside her.
But I don’t move. I still have nothing to offer her and I can’t risk her leaving me while I’m busy putting together an empire to present to her.
Yet I know that if I move out of her way, some other guy is going to swoop in and take her away from me. I can’t let that happen, either.
“What do you want, Tommy?” Giovanna whispers, pulling the cuffs of the sleeves over her hands and hugging her arms around her chest.
My heart clenches. I just want you, sweet girl.
I drop my arms to my sides and stand to my full height, stepping out of her way, and keeping a blank expression on my face.
Biting her bottom lip, her eyes well up with tears as she looks up at me. “Fuck you, Tommy.”
Yanking the hem of my hoodie down so that it covers her dress and the top of her thighs, she shoves past me.
The crowd begins to count down loudly together: “10, 9, 8, 7…”
Tony steps into Giovanna’s path and bends to look her in the face, then reaches out to brush her cheek with his fingertips. She swats his hand away and pushes past him, snatching the drink he’s carrying and throwing it back in one gulp. She sits down heavily on the closest chair, glaring at me.
“6, 5, 4…”
Tony stands next to her tentatively, following her gaze to me in confusion then back to her as she wipes the back of her hand across her cheek. She barks something at him, and he looks at me, irritation on his face, and heads to the bar.
I pick up my hat where it fell on the floor, and put it on backwards the way she likes, almost as an apology.
I lean into the corner where I had her pinned, resting my arms along the metal railing that lines the brick walls and cross one ankle over the other, holding her gaze. She stares back at me, angry and sad.
“3, 2, 1! Happy new year!”