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Hugo Mustafa wasn’t a boy; he was a full-fledged man. There were thirteen years and a lifetime worth of experiences between us, things I’d never get to see or know, but they’d torture his soul forever. On the axis of the world, Hugo and I were the extremes, but in that moment, I felt like every difference, every reason to not get close to him, melted in front of my eyes.
I looked over his scarred face one more time before swallowing my doubts and rising on my tiptoes to bring our faces together. The contact was shocking, like an unleashed chemical reaction releasing crackling energy in the air. For the first time, I knew that every cell in my body had come to life.
In the next second, his mouth opened, harrowing me in a brutal kiss I didn’t expect. I thought he’d push me away, but instead, it was like he was waiting for the trigger to be pulled. I didn’t know how to cope with all that intensity, and afraid I’d lose myself in the moment, I clenched onto Hugo, jumping up to put my arms and legs around him like chains. He caught me with one arm around my waist, feeling rigid like the metal bar in a roller-coaster, and holding me like my weight meant nothing to him. His tongue was on a conquering mission, taking mine as its prisoner, and I wanted more. More of that. More of him.
Through the fogginess of my mind, I felt us moving until my ass touched the rim of the kitchen counter. Desperate to feel him between my thighs, I let my arms down, trying to drag my body further back and open my legs wider, knocking down a bunch of copper mugs that made a horrible sound when they hit the floor, but neither of us cared. Hugo followed me, coming closer, neither of us breaking the kiss.
We were both unchained animals, chasing a high I didn’t know was possible until that moment, under the touch of the Monster. I knew Hugo was feeling the same because he turned half primitive, making unhuman sounds every time I twisted my tongue around his. He grabbed onto the door of the cabinet suspended on the wall, and when I pushed my pelvis to him, grinding, he took it out of its hinges but still didn’t stop. He just let the door drop and redirected his hands to my ass, grabbing so hard, his handprints might be forever bruised on my cheeks.
I let my hands get under his shirt, only to drag my nails back down to his waist, feeling his skin cracking under the pressure. I felt no guilt thinking I clawed him like savaged cat, just a feral satisfaction that my mark was on this man. At the same time, he bit my bottom lip, and it wasn’t one of those gentle nudges I saw in movies, no. He bit me with intent to make me feel him, and the pain blended with my pleasure.
When he started going down on my neck, biting and sucking, I let my head back and moaned his name to the heavens, like a prayer and went for his belt, but then something went wrong. Hugo felt me unbuckling his pants and jumped away like I struck him with high voltage. He took his hands to his hair, looking at me like he couldn’t believe I was standing in front of him. Like we weren’t about to combust in each other’s arms seconds ago.
The only sound disturbing the dead silence in the room was our tempestuous breaths and the hum of my heart. It was beating so loud, I could hear it.
Hugo looked at me, and I wanted to call his name, reach for him, but before I got to do any of that, he turned on his heels and walked to the elevator, leaving me there with my mouth hanging open. I couldn’t have gone after him even if I wanted; my legs were too weak to hold me.
I wasn’t able to move for fifteen minutes, while my heart was trying to settle itself, and my mind was fighting – without results – to comprehend all the sensations that overwhelmed me. Hugo was a ten foot wave that just crashed into me, and I was happy to be devoured by his deep ends.
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I opened my eyes the next morning, looking straight into the ceiling and catching my breath. I was flat on my back with my arms spread wide. The dream I had was brutal in the most delicious way possible. I dreamed of a beach with golden grains of sand tickling my feet and restless blue waters crashing on the shores. I went to sit at the edge of the water, and Hugo appeared behind me, in his glorious nakedness, and we rolled around together. The dream was so vivid, I felt his lips on me, playing with my nipples and nibbing at my neck. I was so turned on, so hungry after the vision that teased me all night, my body boiling. Even the touch of the delicate satin sheets that were covering the bed was too much right now. I had to get up before catching on fire.
I just couldn’t stay still. I needed to touch and to be touched, and there wasn’t anyone there to do it.
The alarm clock on my nightstand was showing only five thirty in the morning, so I had two hours to kill before leaving. The first thing I did was jump in the shower, but it did nothing to cool me down. I had a case of lady blue balls, and there was just one person who had the cure, the same person who last night ran away from me like I spit poison in his face.
Flashbacks of Hugo and I going at each other on top of the kitchen counter invaded my mind again, and I stopped in the middle of my bedroom, holding the towel around me, to savor the memory. In a few short moments, he had erased every trace of attraction I ever felt towards Nate, and I couldn’t imagine ever wanting someone with the ferocity as I wanted Hugo.
I wasn’t stupid though, and Hugo wasn’t suicidal. He was Gino’s best friend, his underboss, his general, one of the few men he trusted, and my brother was a protective bastard. If he found out what happened last night, someone would get shot and I knew it wouldn’t be me. The line we walked last night wasn’t just dangerous, it was absolute madness…and still I couldn’t wait to put my lips on the bane again.
It would take a lot to make Hugo bend to his desire. He was loyal and stubborn, but so was I. The Nucci blood was in my veins, and a Nucci always gets what they want. I was raised around men that dominated everything and everyone they had their eyes on. It was about time a girl grabbed life by the balls around here.
I walked into my closet, dropped the towel on the floor and started walking around, thinking very hard about my next decision. My closet was my most powerful weapon. Hugo was used to seeing skin; women literally shoved their pussies in his face. I’d seen it. What drove him crazy was to be taunted, so that was exactly what I would do. I picked out one of the indigo-blue Burberry blazers and a skirt in the same color, slipping into it, but raising the waist a few inches higher than I normally would, and pairing it with a low cut French chemise. I checked myself in the mirror after putting on a killer pair of knee-high boots with five-inch heels and nodded, pleased with what I saw. Stacy Dash didn’t have a thing on me.
I went down to the kitchen and took out some fresh cantaloupe, prosciutto, and a cheeseboard to nibble on for breakfast while I was waiting for Hugo. To my surprise, forty minutes later, he still hadn’t shown up to collect me, and it was about time for us to leave. Sipping from a tall glass of cucumber water, I walked to the phone and speed dialed the guest apartment’s number. It rang four times, and I was about to give up when his guttural voice finally barked from the other end of the land line.
“Yes.”
“Where are you? We have to go in like fifteen minutes.” And I wanted him to have some time to sneak a peek at my very tight, very short skirt and the boobs peaking from my sexiest bra before that happened.
“Vito will drive you today.”
He had to be joking. All those mornings when he did nothing but pout in the driver’s seat, and I asked him time and again to let someone else drive me – anything to put some space between the man I grew up loving that tortured me with the cold shoulder – he dismissed the idea like it was a blasphemy, and now he was ready to tap out?
“What? Why?”
“I have…stuff.”
And I have a penis. Both statements equally convincing.
“Vito doesn’t even know where I go to school. Just drive me.”
“He’ll be here in ten.”
I didn’t know why I thought for a second that anything involving Hugo would be easy.
“Fine. Come upstairs. I need some help in the kitchen.”
