Page 77 of Dirty Hot Valentine
Now was not the time. I’d lose our little game if I marked her before she was simmered, baked and glazed. Patience was the hunter’s best virtue, and they didn’t call me Il Lupo for no reason.
With my angry stance—she didn’t like that I was right—she pushed the parka further back, showing off her tits some more. “It’s my body. I’ll do what I want with it. If I want to show any part of it, that’s my business. You and your men should look away if you don’t like or approve of what you see.”
Like that was going to be enough to surrender? Like I was a decent man who would look away and feel bad about being an asshole to a girl half his age? Like I gave a shit about what she wanted to do with her body? That wasmybody, my property, and I said what she could show or not show. She just didn’t know it yet. But I did.
Face made of steel, I didn’t take my eyes off her tits with the nipples I made hard with just my words and my stare. My tongue betrayed me, though, and darted out of my mouth and licked my lip, reflexively.
“Stop staring.” She swallowed. “It’s…”
Hot? Driving you nuts like you are driving me nuts? Making you wet as you’re making hard as fuck?“Inappropriate?”
“Yes.”
Time for a little education about Il Lupo, my Angel. Time to torture you like you’ve been torturing me. Time to show you who’s in charge.“You said to look away if I didn’t like what I saw.” I got up, towering over her. The things I wanted to do to her when she was that close, that vulnerable, that innocent. “What if I do?”
She was like a terrified wet bird about to fall in the jaws of the wolf. “Tino, what the hell are you doing?”
“Teaching you a lesson.” I stepped forward, and she stumbled back. We did our little dance until her back hit the glass of the greenhouse. I placed my palms on either side of her, caging her in the corner.
“Why are you scaring me? I don’t like this. I don’t like this at all.”
Her chest rose and fell with every gasp, her nipples piercing her shirt, and I stared again, more bluntly. “I think you do. Very much.”
Her trembling breaths touched my chin as her eyes drifting to my lips. “Stop it. Whatever this is, stop it.”
Because she was about to crumble and give in just like I so much wanted to? “Are you sure that’s what you want me to do, Angelina? You don’t want me to stare at your tits? You don’t want my hands on them? You don’t want my mouth you’re staring at now to worship them?”
“Why are you being such a—”
“Dick?”
“Yes. Fuck yes.”
“Because I warned you and you didn’t listen.” I grabbed the lower edge of the parka and pulled her closer, ripping a gasp out of her chest. Then I pinned my stare to her mouth, and her lips parted in response. Cazzo. I’d tasted them once before, in the dark, when there was nothing but the two of us and our twisted need for each other.
Angelina Baldi wanted me as much as I wanted her. There was no doubt about it. Her lips had proved it even when I’d been stealing our first kiss. She wantedhim—me—to own her even if she was saying something else.
And now that her lips were parting for me, waiting for what they craved in her forbidden dreams, even though it looked like it, I wasn’t the one in control. I was the one about to lose it all.
What the fuck are you doing, Angel? What the fuck do you want me to do? Burn you? Or burn the world for you?“What if it was someone else here right now? What if I found someone else here, like this, with you right now?”
Her gasp fanned my face.
“You know what I’d have done. Is that what you want, Angelina? You want me to maim and kill for you?”
She shook her head rapidly. “No. No one here could have done what you’re doing right now. Isn’t that what you told me?”
“Maybe not one of my men unless he had a death wish, but what if it was Leo? He’s a sneaky bastard and knows this house better than any of my men. He could’ve broken in and found you here all alone with your hard nipples in his face. You know he has a thing for you. He wants you so bad. What if he thought with his cock and took advantage of you?”
“I wouldn’t let him.”
The idea alone of anyone touching her, even if it was my son… “What would you do to stop him, little girl?”
I loved the blazing anger I evoked in her eyes. Her foot shifted, and I anticipated her move. Quickly, I dropped a hand to the level of my balls, and when her knee lifted for a smack, it met my palm. “Not bad. What else?”
She tried the other knee, but I blocked it, to, easily. Something told me that was all she got, and it infuriated me. If she wasn’t under my protection, any cazzone could have hurt her. She needed to know that.
Both my fists gripped her knees and spread her legs. Then I pressed her to the glass with my weight. I kept my hips an inch away from her pulsing heat I could feel from here, though. If my erection got anywhere near her, it was endgame. For me. For her. For us.
