11. Moan My Name
Moan My Name
“There,” the male nurse tugged off his gloves after finishing the bandage on my palm. I had refused to be treated by a woman, so I had to wait over an hour for this man. But it was worth it. No woman was going to care for me except my future wife.
“Keep it dry for the next few days, but it should heal quickly. It was a clean cut and not too deep.”
I know. I was the one who put it there.
“Grazie,” I said, my eyes still tracking Arianna as she practically sprinted down the corridor and out of sight.
So her father had already warned her to stay away from me.
Interesting. I thought Piero might have tried to shelter her from the knowledge of danger.
Instead, he had done the opposite. Personal bodyguards, extra security measures at the hospital and new CCTV in her building.
As if that would be enough to keep me away.
I glanced down at the nurse’s ID badge clipped to his trouser pocket. Had I cut my own hand just to find an excuse to enter the hospital and steal a staff access pass? Of course. I hadn’t even expected to see Arianna tonight. That was just a bonus.
I nudged the supply table with my knee, knocking equipment onto the floor and cursed, then lowered myself to help the nurse pick it all up. I used the distraction to slip his ID badge from his pocket into my bike helmet.
“It’s okay,” he rushed to stop me from helping. “Please. You’re fine. And you’re free to go, Signor.”
“Grazie.” I stood up, patted his shoulder, and then exited the ER, swinging my helmet in my hand.
Making sure the extra security staff watched as I climbed onto my bike and drove out of the car park, I smirked at how easy that had been.
I parked a few streets away, kept my helmet on, and strode towards the back of the hospital where there was gated access.
I flashed the ID badge under the scanner, and the heavy side door opened into the staffing area.
The corridor was lined with private rooms where staff could sleep or rest for a few hours between shifts, and at the end was the staff lounge.
After checking there was no one inside, I slipped in and took a few photos on my phone of the staff rota on the board for the next week to see when Aria would be there.
Knowing she was about to go on her break at any moment, I checked the resting room keys.
Choosing room number two, I unlocked it before returning to the staff lounge and removing the other three keys from the hooks, hiding them in a bowl and leaving only number two available.
I waited in room two, removing my helmet and glancing around the small room.
A cramped single camp bed was set up in the corner, with a bedside table beside it.
A second door led to an ensuite where staff could freshen up, and a small bookshelf held a few worn, heavily used books.
When I heard the faint sound of heels clicking against the floor, I smirked and stepped into the ensuite.
The door opened, and the air immediately shifted, desire stirring inside me as her intoxicating perfume wafted through the air and I heard the subtle exhale of exhaustion leave her lips.
I peered through the open crack in the door and watched her toss her handbag onto the bed and remove her heels while she flicked through messages on her phone. I took a full minute to watch her.
She brushed her hand across the nape of her neck, which was exposed because her blonde hair was pulled back in a bun.
Her eyes were fixed on her phone screen, immersed in doomscrolling her socials, but the subtle way her body responded to my gaze was slowly dawning on her.
She shivered as if from a draft and glanced up with a cute frown, checking to see if the window was closed.
She rolled her shoulders, threw her phone onto the bed, then stood up and headed straight for the bathroom. Towards me.
With my back against the wall behind the door, she slipped past me and stood in front of the sink. Her whole body tensed before I even pushed the door closed and revealed myself standing behind her in the mirror’s reflection.
Her crystal-blue eyes widened as she twisted around, her mouth opening to scream.
But before she could, my body collided with hers, spinning her against the wall and covering her mouth with my hand.
She was panting, her chest heaving and her eyes dilating to reveal a blue halo around the black holes of terror.
Keeping her caged between my body and the wall, with my hand firmly pressed against her lips and the other at the side of her head, I dipped my face towards hers.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” I husked, my eyes boring into hers. “I’m only interested in hearing your screams of pleasure, Bella Ribelle. So if I let you go, you’re going to be good, si?”
She slowly nodded her head.
“Bravo ragazza.”
When I took my hand away from her mouth, I brushed my thumb over her parted lips, gazing at them longingly.
I still hadn’t tasted them, even though it was all that had been on my mind, but I was a hopeless romantic, and some things felt sacred.
A first kiss was more intimate than anything else.
I wanted her to give it to me willingly—not when she thought I was Cesare, not when I was some mysterious stranger she couldn’t resist. But when I had stripped away all fear, her doubts, and her desires, and shown her who I was beneath the mask. Who I truly was to her.
“What are you doing here?” she breathed, her body stiff as her eyes flicked between mine.
I lifted my bandaged hand with a smirk. “Needed medical attention.”
“I mean–,” she swallowed hard, trying to hide the tremble in her voice. “How did you get in here?”
“Did you like the flowers?” I asked, changing the subject as my fingers traced down the column of her throat.
“They’re inappropriate. You need to stop.”
“Why?”
“Because…I can’t see you anymore.”
I made a dissatisfied grunt as I continued to explore her skin.
“I know who you are,” her voice trembled.
My gaze met hers, and I smiled wider because, there, beneath the fear instilled by her father, was the truth. She knew who I was, and she was still intrigued.
“I know. We’ve met. I’m Sani. The hotel owner.”
“No,” she breathed. “You’ve told me lies.”
Frowning, I tilted my head back slightly, narrowing my eyes at her because that wasn’t true. I may have omitted certain things, but I’d never lied. “What lies are you referring to?”
She gulped, her logic still telling her she should be afraid, but her instincts... they were saying something else entirely. “You used me. And you’re still using me to get to my father. I don’t know what you’re planning here, but I know it won’t work.”
My nostrils flared as I struggled to keep my irritation hidden. “I never used you, Aria. I learned the truth about who you were the same moment you learned about me. But it doesn’t change anything.”
“I don’t believe you.” She narrowed her eyes. “It changes everything.”
Of course she didn’t believe me. Trust had to be earned, and at that moment, I had none of it.
But that didn’t change the inevitable—she would trust me, eventually.
I pressed my body into hers, forcing my thigh between her legs as I gripped her hips and kept her pressed against the wall.
A soft gasp escaped her lips at the shock of that move, but she hardened her gaze, hiding her desire terribly. I smirked.
“Does it?”
I licked my lower lip, dropping my gaze to hers as I moved my leg, causing her skirt to hitch up a little higher on her thighs. She bit her lip, fighting a moan, while her hands gripped my biceps and tried to push me away.
“Si,” she panted, trying to escape, but it only caused her skirt to ride higher up her hips as my thigh rubbed against her pussy. “I won’t be part of whatever game you’re playing, Signor Buccini. I won’t be used as a pawn in a war against my father.”
“Signor Buccini?” I shook my head. “Fuck no. You’ll call me Sani. And the only game I’m interested in is how many times I can make you moan it.”
Anger darkened her gaze, but her hips still shifted subtly, rubbing herself against my thigh. “Then I’ll never call you that again. There are plenty of other names I have for a man like you.”
“Let’s hear them as you keep grinding that needy pussy against me, Bella Ribelle.”
She shoved me hard against my chest, but I grabbed her wrists, slamming them against the wall above her head.
She was only proving to herself that she wasn’t truly afraid of me.
Her instincts told her I’d never hurt her.
I ground my hips into hers so she could feel how hard she made me, and her mouth fell open in a silent moan, but just as quickly, the ice returned to her eyes.
“Let go of me, stronzo,” she growled, arching her chest into mine.
“There’s one,” I smirked. “But not the one I’m after.” I dry-humped her against the wall, dragging the length of my hard cock beneath my leather trousers against her clit.
“How about mafioso then?” she snarled, pretending to hate every second of this, but we both knew it was an act to hide her shame.
She wanted me, even knowing what she knew.
She could scream, fight me, yell for that bodyguard outside if she wanted, but she didn’t.
I chuckled, the sound deep and vibrating through my chest to hers as I rubbed against her, igniting the flame of need burning between us.
Her head fell back, and a desperate moan slipped from her lips as I dragged her body up the wall until she was balancing on her tiptoes.
“Try again,” I groaned, releasing one of her wrists to grasp her thigh, hoisting her up my waist, and giving me a better angle.
“Criminal,” she hissed as I rutted against her until her legs wrapped around my hips and I dragged my tongue up her throat. “Corrupt bastard.”