Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
When the last of my pleasure ebbs away, his hand stills between my legs, and he ends the kiss. Opening my eyes, I’m face-to-face with Renzo, the green ring around his irises darker than ever.
“Just one taste,” he growls.
That was way more than just a taste.
“That’s all it took.” His expression turns grim as he pulls his hand from between my legs, then he says, “Careful, mia topolina, you’re making me fall in love with you.”
‘If you make me love you, there’s no fucking way I’ll let you go.’
Remembering his warning from earlier, my heartbeat speeds up again.
I can’t think of anything to say, and the moment he takes a step backward, I slip off the table and grab my panties from the floor. Rushing to the restroom, I close myself in one of the stalls, and quickly pull on my underwear.
The realization of what just happened pours like scalding lava through me.
“Shit,” I whisper as I untie my hair and push my fingers through the strands.
Why did I let it happen? Why didn’t I stop him?
My breathing speeds up and embarrassment fills my chest.
How the hell am I going to look at Renzo again? It’s not like I have feelings for him. Even though we shared a moment, he’s still my enemy.
He’s still the man who’s put me and Dad through hell.
Shit, I screwed up badly.
When the initial shock passes, I open the door and walk to the basin where I splash some water onto my face.
While I’m patting my skin dry with a paper towel, Renzo comes into the restroom. I look at every inch of the counter so I don’t have to meet his eyes.
“The staff are coming in soon, mia topolina. We should leave.”
My voice is filled with embarrassment as I reply, “I’ll be right out.”
Instead of leaving, he stalks to me, and taking hold of my chin, he forces me to look at him.
His features are cut from stone as he says, “Don’t you dare make this awkward. I made you come, and you loved it. Own it.”
Jesus.
My neck goes up in flames, and cursed just like every other ginger out there, I blush hard.
Suddenly, he lets out a chuckle. “You’re cute when you blush.” Pulling me against his chest, he places a hand behind my head. “Don’t make a big deal about it. Okay?”
The embrace feels different from the others. He holds me tenderly, his body not tense at all.
He lets go of me a moment later, only to take my hand and weave our fingers together. I’m pulled out of the restroom and toward the back of the restaurant.
We didn’t even eat the food I made, and we didn’t clear the table.
None of that matters! You let your kidnapper go down on you.
As we leave the building and walk to the Bentley, I refuse to think about how amazing the two orgasms were.
I don’t think about how his kisses drugged me.
And I definitely don’t inspect my emotions, fearing what I’ll find.
Renzo’s a brutal and unforgiving man. He’s my kidnapper and nothing more.
Chapter 30
Renzo
Since I fucked up at the restaurant two days ago, things have been strained between Skylar and me.
Her walls are back up, and she only speaks when I demand a response from her.
In my defense, she could’ve stopped me, but she didn’t.
I’m at the warehouse because I figured Skylar could do with some alone time.
Elio’s taking a nap on the couch while I check that all the shipments are on schedule.
It’s been a while since I heard from Dario, and pulling my phone from my pocket, I dial his number.
“Hey, brother,” he answers, “you still alive?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I figured you and Skylar would’ve killed each other by now,” he chuckles.
“We had a close call, but we’re both still breathing,” I say, a smile curving my lips.
“What’s up?” he asks.
“I’m just checking in with you. You’ve been quiet.”
He lets out a sigh. “I figured you didn’t need me around making things harder for you, so I’m in Spain busy tracking Montes.”
“You left without telling any of us?” I ask, surprised to hear he’s halfway across the world.
“I told Damiano. The rest of you are a little preoccupied lately.”
“Sorry, brother,” I say while relaxing back in the chair. “No matter how busy I am, I always have time for you.”
“I know.” I hear him move, and the wind whistles over the line. “How are things with Skylar? You haven’t changed your mind about keeping her captive?”
“No, I haven’t,” I reply, and knowing it will make Dario stop worrying about her, I admit, “I’ve actually grown fond of the woman. She’s not so bad once you get to know her.”
“What?” he gasps. There’s a few seconds of silence, then he asks, “Are you fucking with me?”
“Not at all. Franco planted the damn seed, suggesting I should marry her so she can give me an heir. Since then, I started seeing her in a different light.”