Page 47 of When She Tempts (The Fallen)
There’s a tense pause. “She’s…enjoying these lessons?”
The memory of her delicate neck moving beneath my hands sends a jolt of lust to my cock.
“As far as I can tell,” I say brusquely.
“Fine. As long as you’re not putting any undue pressure on her.”
“I’m not.”
“She…” De Rossi clears his throat. “She’ll have a role to play in all of this eventually.”
A prickling feeling coats the back of my neck as I wait for him to continue.
“But I don’t need to talk to her about it now. We have time.”
It doesn’t take a genius to piece it together. He’s talking about marriage. “Who do you have in mind?”
“No one yet,” De Rossi says.
“But the interest is there,” Ras adds.
Of course it’s fucking there. If De Rossi becomes don, Martina will be the most eligible woman in the clan. Her husband will take on a position of great power.
It doesn’t hurt that she’s beautiful and sweet and will likely make a perfect fucking wife.
“Tell Mari that Vale and I miss her.”
“And if Sal calls you again, call us right away,” Ras says.
“No, I’ll send you a fucking pigeon. What else do you think I’ll do?”
“Jesus, rela—”
I hang up.
Anger simmers beneath my skin. Why the hell am I helping this girl? So that she can be happy and perfect in time to marry some fucking asshole?
The glass of whiskey in my hand suddenly feels too empty. It’s late, and I should get some sleep, but I’m not tired anymore.
Just pissed off.
Fuck it.I pour myself another glass.
My lowborn status has never bothered me. It hasn’t stopped me from making money or doing my job well. Those used to be the only things I cared about. But one thing my status means is that I’ll never be able to marry someone like Martina.
Not that I want to marry her, damn it. I just wanther.
One time would do it. It would be enough to satisfy my curiosity. Every time I touch her in class, I can’t help but wonder what she would look like naked on her hands and knees before me. Her ass up in the air. That silken hair coiled around my wrist. I can practically hear the gasp she’d make when I gave it a sharp tug.
My cock comes alive at the image.
She’s too good for me. Too pure. If she knew about the poison inside of me, she’d recoil at my touch.
But how sweet would it feel to give in to my dark urges and claim that which can never be mine…
I drop my head against the chair and groan.Cazzo. I shouldn’t even be thinking these kinds of things. It’s the whiskey. I never drink this shit.
A soft knock on the door cuts through the night’s silence.
