“What?” He repeated and took a slow, predatory step toward me.
“I-” I looked around the room, for what? I wasn’t sure. I knew that if I scream Luca or Dom would come in all guns blazing but somehow despite everything, I was not afraid, not really.
“Do you know who I am?”
His question threw me off my thoughts trail. Was it a test?
“Matteo Genovese?”
“Good,” He took another step toward me. “And do you know what I am?”
“T-the boss?” I tried, wrapping my arms more tightly around myself.
“The boss, yes.” He took another step toward me. He was so close now that I could see the vein throbbing on the side of his neck and smell the enticing woodsy fresh cologne that seemed to be uniquely his. “I’m the boss of everyone in this house. It includes your brother, and it includes you, cuoricino. You can’t just dismiss me; do you understand that? If I say you dance with me, you dance with me.”
My throat closed up, my mouth and lips dry from the emotional distress his closeness caused. I licked my dry lips, his angry blue eyes following the movement and darkening as they stayed on them.
I broke eye contact and concentrated on the beautiful mountain painting on the wall
“I’m not your little heart. Don’t play these stupid games with me.” I felt the indignation at him pretending to care yet again.
“What the fuck do you want?” He asked, gripping my face between his fingers and turning it toward him. He didn’t grip it hard enough to bruise or hurt but with enough force to show me that he meant business.
“Why do you have to be so difficult?” He asked, his fingers squeezing my cheeks making me wince. “When you were eighteen, I gave you an innocent kiss and you forgave everything!”
I was an idiot in love then, I’m an idiot in pain now. “I’m not eighteen anymore. It would take much more than a kiss to get me to fall for you. You’re not as irres-”
He gave me a look so swift and so full of challenge that it was almost threatening that the words caught in my throat.
“Maybe not,” He let go of my face and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to him, crushing my body against his powerful one. “One way to find out.” He added before crashing his lips on mine.
It was nothing that the sweet kiss he had given me in the starry night on the balcony of the Sicilian villa.
There was no gentleness there. This one was hard and punishing, his lips bruising and demanding. I gasped as I felt his hand trail up my ribs and cup the side of my breast. He took the opportunity to invade my mouth with his tongue, tasting, devouring like he was a parching man reaching the long-desired oasis.
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