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I let out a moan. He takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, and I think back to all those times I wondered what he’d taste like.
Now I know. Whiskey and sin.
When I drag my nails down his back, he emits a sound I’ve never heard a man make before. It’s half growl half groan, and it travels all the way down to my toes.
He breaks the kiss and hisses through his teeth. “The moment I saw you, I thought you were the most infuriatingly beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on,” he says against my lips. “One look was enough for me to know I’d lose my mind over you if I wasn’t careful. I tried to be. I manufactured reasons for why I should stay away from you, but I can’t seem to make any of them stick.”
My stomach bursts with butterflies.
“I don’t need a distraction right now, but my self-control is hanging on by a fucking thread,” he says, dragging his lips over my cheek. “If I see someone else’s hands on you, I’ll break them. If you come to the party, the only person who’ll touch you will be me.”
It feels like someone’s dripping hot lava into my bloodstream. I’m burning up. “I don’t even know your first name,” I mumble like an idiot, still in shock at his revelation.
“Damiano,” he says. “But don’t you dare say it back to me. If I hear my name just once on your lips, I know I’ll become addicted.”
“You know yourself that well?”
He shakes his head. “I thought I did before I met you.”
I let out a ragged breath and push him away from me gently. I can’t think with his body practically enveloping me. All of the blood in my brain has travelled elsewhere. “I have to get back.”
He lets me pass, but when I’m halfway to the door, he calls out to me.
“Ale, choose wisely.”
I know he means it to be a warning. But I think it sounds like a plea.
CHAPTER12
VALENTINA
When I reenter the club,it feels as if my brain has lost some of its key functionality.
Like my ability to think straight.
He said he would lose his mind over me, but it appears I may have beaten him to the punch.
He said if I said his name, he’d become addicted, but I’malreadyhooked after one hit. I’ll be replaying that kiss and that ferocious confession in my head until the day I die. When someone says those kinds of words to you, you don’t forget a single one.
Damn him.
I walk up to Jessa and ask her to pour me a shot. De Rossi’s taste is still in my mouth, and I need to get rid of it before I become too used to it.
Jessa gives me a curious look.
“What?” I ask.
“You made an impression.” She extracts something out of her pocket. “Take it.”
It’s a heavy black card embossed with a gold script.
“It’s the official invitation,” she says.
“Ibiza Marina, three am,” I read.
“It’s close to here,” she says.
De Rossi was right, the Werners don’t give up easily. They also don’t seem to particularly care that my boss doesn’t want me at their party.
