He grabs my hand and pulls me through the club quickly. “What are you doing?” I cry out. We cross the dance floor, walk through the hall, and we enter another room. I glance around to see we’re in an office of some kind.
Enrico slams me up against the back of the door. “I said I can’t kiss you. Not that I didn’t want to.”
His lips take mine aggressively. His tongue slides through my open lips, and I melt against him. He pushes his hard body up against mine as he moans into my mouth. We lose control. My hands are in his hair when he slams me harder against the wall. I feel his hard length up against my stomach. He bends and runs his hand up my thigh, under my dress. His tongue seductively dances with mine as he pushes my panties to the side.
We fall silent as his fingers slowly circle through my dripping wet flesh.
“Solleva la gamba, lasciami entrare.” Translation: lift your leg, let me in.
“What?” I pant.
“Wrap your leg around me.”
I slowly lift my leg, and he pushes two thick fingers inside me. My head falls back. Oh, fuck.
“Cazzo, sei un fuoco” Translation: fucking hell, you’re on fire.
His grip on my hair is painful. His tongue in my mouth mirrors his thick fingers, pumping to a slow, erotic dance. The sound of my wet arousal hangs in the air.
His teeth slide down my neck with a sharp hiss.
“So… wet… fucking tight,” he whispers, accentuating the Ts. “I’ve missed you and this beautiful cunt.”
Oh God.
He really begins to work me, and I hold onto his forearm as my mouth hangs open. Our eyes are locked, and I can feel the muscles in his forearm contract. Oh yes, it’s been too long.
I shudder, and he immediately pulls out.
“Don’t stop,” I plead.
“You won’t come here.” He kisses me again, but this time it’s slow and deliberate. Then, as if the last five minutes didn’t happen, he regains composure. He straightens my dress, pulls it down, and drops it back into position. He runs his fingers through his hair, and before I can protest, he’s pulling me out of the room. He drags me back through the club, and my mind is a blur. How is he even functioning right now?
I’m so close to coming that the smoke machine might set me off. My body is contracting as she searches for those fingers. I grit my teeth as I try to focus on where he’s taking me.
“Olivia, please meet my friends.” He presents me with a cool, calm, and collected smile. “This is Matteo, my brother, and Fabien, my best friend.”
I smile as I look between them. I’m flushed and messed up. Can they tell that their friend has just finger fucked me in an office?
“Hi,” I offer.
“Hello.” Matteo smiles as he kisses my cheek.
“Lovely to meet you.” Fabien smiles, too. “Do you live in Milan?”
“Yes, I’m new here.” I glance over to Enrico. With his dark eyes locked on mine, he brings his fingers up to his nose and inhales.
The air leaves my lunges in a rush. What the fuck?
I watch on as he slowly puts his two middle fingers deep into his mouth and sucks them clean. His eyes flicker with arousal at my taste, and he licks his lips as if savoring every last drop.
My stomach flutters. Good God.
I lose the ability to speak. All coherent thought leaves my mind, and my sex begins to throb. Hell, I need him. I need all of him. I don’t give a damn about Mafiosi or tomorrow or anything to do with reality.
I need Rico tonight.
“Do you live here?” I ask Fabien, distracted. I get a vision of Rico naked… in my bed.
Fuck, yes.
His friend keeps talking but I can hardly hear them over the heat of his stare on me. I can’t speak, I can’t do anything. My body is in complete meltdown.
It’s on a mission to fuck.
I glance over to see that the man Natalie was talking to now has his hand on her hip. She’s looks settled for the night. I can’t stand here like this for one moment longer.
It’s now or never.
I crook my finger, and Rico leans in. “Let’s go,” I whisper.
A dark smirk crosses his face. “We’re leaving,” he announces immediately. “See you tomorrow.”
Before I can hardly say goodbye to them, he’s pulling me by the hand over to Natalie.
“Hi.” I smile as I get to her.
“I’m going to get something to eat with Rico,” I lie.
Nat smiles mischievously. “Sure.” She looks over to Rico. “Take care of her.”
Rico eyes hold mine. “I intend to.”
We walk through the crowd and my body starts to hum. I know what’s coming, and goddamn it, I can’t wait. We arrive at the front doors of the club and he drops my hand.
“My car is this way.”
I follow him down the steps, and I go to grab his hand again.
“Don’t,” he whispers, discretely pulling his hand away.
I frown. “Why not?”
He looks across the road to a parked car with men sitting inside it. “My security guys are here. I don’t feel comfortable being affectionate in front of them.” He begins to walk faster.
“Oh.” I nearly have to run to keep up as my eyes dart around. “Is that why you wouldn’t kiss me inside?”
He nods once, and we arrive at a black sporty-looking car. He opens the door for me, and I get in. I look around at the black leather interior. It has that new car scent with all the bells and whistles inside. Wow, this thing is swanky.
He gets in, and without a word, he starts the car and pulls out into the traffic. Once alone, he grabs my hand and lifts it to his lips. He kisses me tenderly as his eyes come to me.
“That’s better.”
“Where are we going?” I ask.
His eyes go back to the road. “My place.”
“What’s wrong with my hotel?”
“Nothing,” he replies casually as he turns the corner. “It’s just safer at my house.”
I frown, safe from what? “Why do you have security now?”
“It’s a necessary evil.” His hand slides up my thigh and he inhales sharply. “Let’s talk about how fucking edible you look in that dress tonight.”
I smile and glance behind us to see the two cars trailing behind us. We drive on in silence. He seems lost in thought, and my mind is on the security cars behind us. Why are they here? Is he in danger of some kind? I turn again and look out the back window to make sure I’m not imagining it.
Two cars both filled with men trail at a safe distance behind. “Where do you live?” I ask
“In the Magenta District. It’s not far.”
The farther we drive away from the club, the more a little of my sanity returns.
Shit, what am I doing?
I told myself to stay away from him, yet here I am on my way to his house. I get a vision of us in that office and how incredibly hot he felt. How dominant he is… hard. Damn my body and her carnal needs.
Horny bitch.
He pulls into an underground parking lot and the cars pull in behind us. I feel like I’m in a James Bond movie or something. He parks the car, and then comes around to open my door.
The men get out of their cars and pretend not to look at me, although I can feel their assessing eyes.
“This way,” Rico says, void of emotion. I follow him into the elevator and the door shuts behind us. He instantly grabs my hand and smiles softly.
There he is…
“I don’t like you not touching me in public.”
“I don’t like not touching you.”
He leans in takes my face in both hands, and he kisses me. It’s soft, with just the right amount of suction. My feet nearly lift off the floor. He kisses me again as he begins to walk me backwards, and then the ping notifies us of our arrival.
The doors open up and Rico pulls me out. I look around in wonder. The elevator doors opened up directly into his apartment.
It’s huge with a mezzanine level upstairs. City lights twinkle through the expansive glass wall, and there’s a pool outside on the private terrace.
“This is your house?” I whisper, wide-eyed.
“Yes.” He puts his hands into his pockets, giving me time to look around and get my bearings. “Do you want the tour?”
I nod, suddenly too nervous to speak.
He pulls me through the foyer and down a few dark timber stairs.
“Living area,” he says. I look around in wonder. There are navy and chocolate slouchy leather couches, a huge bluestone fireplace, and beautiful colored artwork. We walk through double timber doors.
“Dining area.” A beautiful pale wood dining table that seats twelve sits in the middle of the room. “Kitchen.” The kitchen doesn’t even look like a kitchen. It looks like an exotic restaurant that you would see in a travel brochure. Chunky metal light fittings hang from the ceiling, and large benches take up the floor space.