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She leans in until her lips just brush mine.

"No," she says, a soft, defiant whisper.

And that's it.

That is the final crack in my resolve.

My control shatters.

I crash my mouth down on hers, a hungry kiss that’s all teeth and tongue and need. I am not gentle or kind. I am taking what I want, what she has been offering me all night.

Her hands fly to my chest, her fingers digging into my shirt, holding on as I plunder her mouth. She kisses me back with a wildness that matches my own, a ferocity that tells me she is as hungry as I am.

I break the kiss, my lips moving to her jaw, her throat. I nip at her skin, tasting her, marking her. She moans, a low, throaty sound that goes straight to my cock.

I want to hear that sound again.

I want to hear her scream.

One of my hands leaves the wall and slides down her body, over the curve of her hip, her thigh. I grab the back of her knee and lift her leg, wrapping it around my waist.

She gasps, her head falling back against the wall as I grind my hips against hers, the hard length of my cock pressing against the thin fabric of her pants.

"Mario," she breathes.

I am going to ruin her.

And she is going to let me. Eager for it, in fact.

I kiss her again, my tongue delving into her mouth, tasting her.

Then I roughly push away from her and let out a stream of curses in Italian.

She stares at me, dazed, lips swollen, chest rising and falling quickly.

“What?” she breathes.

I drag both hands through my hair and turn away before I put them back on her.

“This is exactly what I said I would not do.”

Her laugh is shaky and disbelieving. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m taking advantage of you.”

“You are not taking advantage of me.”

“You are exhausted.”

“I am also an adult. A consenting one.”

“Yes.” I turn back to her. “An adult who nearly slept in her car tonight because she was too tired to drive.”

Instead of submission, the anger fires up in her eyes again.

She pushes off the wall and walks up to me, drilling her finger into my chest.

“Do you know why I’m so tired?” she demands.