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Santino: “I’m not sure how honest you want me to be. I’m a dangerous man, protective, intense. I don’t take nonsense very well. What is mine, is mine. I’ll do whatever I need to do to own, to claim, and to conquer. I’m intense. I wouldn’t consider myself the cuddling type.”
“Wow,” I breathe, fanning myself with my hand.
Is it possible for a heart to flutter? Who am I kidding, every place on my body that has a pulse is fluttering as if I have wings.
Me: “Not the cuddling type? That could be a problem. I love a broad chest to lie my head down on.”
Santino: “I didn’t say I wouldn’t try it if it were with the right person. I’ve been alone for a long time. Being in someone else’s presence that requires me to be… soft, has been very limited over the years.”
Me: “Is it too soon to ask why?”
Santino: “It is.”
Santino: “For now. I don’t open up to anyone. I don’t know you or know who you are or what you will do with any information I give you. I can’t trust you.”
Santino: “Yet.”
Me: “Sounds promising. Sounds like maybe you’d like to keep talking to me?”
Santino: “You’ve piqued my interest. No one has ever gone to such lengths to talk to me before. If you have ill intentions, I will find out, and I promise, it won’t be good for you.”
I gulp, wondering how far the definition of ‘ill intentions’ goes.
Me: “I’m far from a threat. I only want to get to know you. I haven’t told you my identity because I’m not ready to let you know. That has more to do with me needing the safety to hide behind the flowers and not giving my name. One day, I will. When you find out, you can do whatever you want with the information, even if it means you never want to talk to me again, but I do not want to hurt you or anyone else.”
Santino: “As time goes on, we will see, won’t we?”
He’s a hard man to convince but I refuse to give up. It’s more than revenge now.
I have a crush on my ex’s father, and I want him to want me in return.
Maybe it’s time for another round of flowers.
6
SANTINO
“Fuck.”
The word echoes in the expansive shower stall I’m in. Steam rises around me from the hot water, but it might as well be because of the desire coursing through my veins. Ever since I dropped by Jovie’s shop the other day, my lust for her has grown tenfold.
I stroke my cock to the thought of her thick thighs on either side of my face while I bury my tongue inside her. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her in my bed, her body against mine, and the moans she might make while I suck her clit into my mouth.
“Jovie,” I whisper through the warm spray of water, wishing she were here.
I haven’t felt this kind of want in so many years; I forgot what it felt like. I thought my sex drive was something that was over for me. I’ve masturbated plenty of times over the years and it has done the job, but being intimate with someone wasn’t in the cards for me. I was content with how my life was. I’m busy doingwhat I do and the last thing I need is to fuck a bunch of random women that like to come around.
We’re dangerous. Some women love being around dangerous men.
The issue is, I’m the man in control. I’m the boss. I’m the one they all hope they can get to and the pessimist in me doesn’t trust their intentions. Most of the time, they probably do want only sex, but in the back of my mind, they want to take me down somehow. Drug me. Kill me. For all I know, they were hired to take me out by another crime lord.
Granted, that’s the most typical way to get to most men, but I’m not most men.
When it comes to Jovie, though, I’m afraid I’m not better than any other man.
I want her.I want her so fucking much that the ache to have her for myself is getting harder and harder to deny with every passing day.
“Jovie,” I moan, increasing my pace when the image in my mind changes.
