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I surface just inches away. Her startled shriek is music to my ears. My hands find her waist, pulling her close.
“Miss me?” I murmur against her lips, not quite kissing her.
“Like a headache,” she shoots back, pushing at my chest, but her heart betrays her, pounding against my skin.
“Careful now,” I warn, my grip tightening. “I might think you’re playing hard to get.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” she lies, her pupils dilated, her breath quickening.
“Good,” I say. “Because I don’t chase—I conquer.”
And with that, I capture her mouth with mine in a searing kiss. She moans into me, her body melting against mine as if she were made to fit there. Her fingers thread through my hair, pulling me closer.
“Leone,” she gasps when we break for air.
“Say it again,” I demand, my voice rough with need.
“Leone,” she whispers, and it’s all the invitation I need.
I snatch her up, pressing her against the pool’s edge and against Milo, who groans as she presses against him, my hands roaming over the softness of her skin, mapping every curve I’ve come to obsess over. Each touch is fire, each kiss is gasoline, and I’m burning, consumed by her heat, her taste when she pulls away suddenly, glancing around.
“Where did Rocco go?” she asks, her voice tinged with curiosity as she searches for him.
“Home,” I reply, while her fingertips trace over my skin and the ink that covers it; she’s constantly looking for the hidden meaning to them. Though how she hasn’t put it together yet is beyond me, I’m surprised Dante didn’t tell her anything to torment me more. “He’ll be back tonight.” My voice is casual, but I watch her closely, searching for any sign that she’s plotting something. She was always too clever for her own good, which scares me, her trying and breaking the little trust in her I have. There is no escape for her, not with that tracker in her neck.
“Tonight?” Her eyes narrow slightly, but she doesn’t press further, distracted as Milo’s hands grope her breasts, his lips moving to her neck.
“Meeting at the casino,” Milo answers her, his voice cutting through my heated thoughts as I watch his lips move over her flesh.
“Can I come?” she pleads. I don’t want her at the casino, not after the last time - the chaos she caused. It’s no place for her.
“Please,” she adds, lower lip jutting out in a pout that she knows all too well, sending a clear signal straight to my groin.
I try to maintain my composure to remind myself of the risks, but then Milo is there, his hands skimming over Fallon’s wet skin, pulling himself out of the water to sit on the pool’s edge. He grabs her arms, pulling her up so she can rest her arms over his legs.
“Maybe I can be convinced,” I murmur, my voice low and laced with a promise as my fingers work to undo her bikini bottoms. Fallon’s tongue darts out to wet her lips—a fleeting gesture that sends a surge of heat straight through me.
She welcomes me with mischief in her eyes, and then her hands push against my shoulders, dunking me under the water when I reach for the string at her back.
Surfacing, I shake my head, beads of water flying from my dark hair, a laugh rumbling deep in my chest. “I said convince not drown me,” I say, though the amusement in my voice betrays any pretense of annoyance. Her laughter is like a melody that wraps around my heart and pulls—tight.
Milo’s laughter echoes mine as he pulls her back to how he had her. She knows the kind of hunger we harbor, and it’s only a matter of time before we devour her completely.
“Leone...” Milo starts, but his voice trails off as his phone buzzes insistently from the poolside table. With a curse under his breath, he climbs out, dripping wet muscles and rippling with annoyance, to answer the call.
“Business can wait,” I tell him, but he’s already gone, leaving Fallon and me alone in the pool.
“Looks like it’s just you and me,” she says. The heat in her gaze matches the rising temperature of my blood.
“Exactly how I like it.” My hands find her hips, fingers digging into her flesh as I push her to the edge of the pool. Her swimsuit bottoms are gone in one swift motion, and I’m positioning her just where I want her on the edge of the pool.
“Spread your legs for me,” I command.
Her hesitation is brief, her inner turmoil clear as day. “Do you want to go to the casino tonight or not?” I push, knowing exactly what buttons to press.
“But people can see,” she whispers, her eyes darting to the mansion looming over us.
“Open them,” I growl, tapping her thigh silently. Reluctantly, she complies, parting her thighs and offering herself to me. Slipping my hands under her ass, I drag her closer.
