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“What I did was completely inappropriate. I apologize.”
Nerves dancing inside my gut, I force my next words out. “No need.” Our eyes clash together. “I liked the way you kissed me.”
He hisses through his teeth and whips his head to look at the wall, as if he can’t stand the sight of me.
The thick vein in his neck pulses.
“Do. Not. Say. That,” he grinds out, his words underscored with exasperated warning. “It was a mistake.”
“So you keep saying, but I don’t believe you.”
He still won’t look at me.
Frustration coils inside of me, tight and ready to spring. I lean over the table into his space. “Did you take my book by mistake too?”
He presses his fist to his mouth. I think I hear him curse under his breath before he turns his head with a snap. Eyes blazing, he growls, “Do not push me, Martina. You’re young. You don’t know what happens when grown men are pushed past their limits.”
My nipples tighten at the fire in his eyes and the implication behind his words.
A slow smile pulls at my lips. I was right. It’s not just me. He wants this too, but he’s fighting against it. If he wants to scare me off, he’s going to have to do a lot more than that.
“You’re right. I don’t,” I say, easing back into my chair. “Show me.”
Giorgio bolts out of his seat. His hands are fisted, and they’re…shaking.
A thrill runs down my spine.Is that what I do to him?
“I don’t want to see you for the rest of the day,” he barks in a tone that no one in their right mind would disobey.
And then he walks out of the room.
CHAPTER18
GIORGIO
My first stopafter breakfast is the shower. I know I won’t get anything done before I take care of the problem inside my pants. Water cascades down my back as I fist my cock to a visual of Martina begging me to suck her tits. Her name spills past my lips as I come all over the marble wall, the orgasm so powerful it nearly brings me to my knees.
This is turning into a complete disaster.
I’ve started to wonder if I’ve made a grave mistake trying to snap her out of her depression. I didn’t expect her to go from barely talking to saying things that make me feel more like a crazed beast than a man.
She liked the way I kissed her.
I like the idea of her begging on her knees. It doesn’t really matter what she’s begging for—her clothes off, an orgasm, my cock in her mouth. I’m quite sure I’d give her whatever she asked of me in that position. Thank God, her provocations have been limited to words instead of actions.
For now.
I turn the water off, grab a towel, and dry myself.
This has to stop.Ihave to stop this, but I’m not fooling her with my denials, and it’s a first. I’m a good liar. Excellent, even. Yet somehow, I’m not able to keep up my impenetrable mask around her.
When in the afternoon I get the summons from Sal, I feel a wave of relief. He wants to see me tomorrow and it’s a fine excuse to leave the castello. To put some distance between Martina and me.
It’s five am the following morning when I step out the front door. Sal wants to gather all of the capos and his inner circle together for a meeting. I don’t fall into either category, but I got an invite as well. My guess is it’s a sign he’s growing irritated at my lack of progress when it comes to Martina, and he wants to remind me who’s boss.
As if I could forget.
Sal’s not known for being particularly clever, but he’s paranoid, and after Damiano’s betrayal, even more so. The fact that he’s inviting me to this thing is a sign of desperation. I guess the mercenaries he’s hired to look for Martina haven’t gotten him the results that he’s wanted.
