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I abruptly rise from the bar and wave at my guys to stay put. I shove through the curtains at the back of the bar, my eyes restless. I see her, bending over to grab her bag, her delicious ass right in my face. She gasps and whirls when she realizes I’m standing behind her, pressing a hand to her slim, pale throat.
“Oh!” she says breathily, and I love that her voice is a little deeper than you might expect. “You scared me!” she says accusingly.
I smile briefly. “I’m sorry…I…” my voice trails off. Finally, I say, “You’re quitting.”
She nods, and something like sadness washes over her face before being replaced by what I can sense is a fake upbeat attitude. “I have family who needs me. I can’t stay,” she says apologetically.
I nod, looking down for a moment, then I step closer to her. “I’m sorry those men were so rude to you earlier,” I tell her, and I mean it.
She swallows hard, and I can hear the sound. “You took care of the problem,” she reassures me. “They won’t bother any of us again.”
“Are you sure that I can’t convince you to keep your job?” I ask her.
She shakes her head, wisps of red hair floating around her cheeks. “I’m sorry.”
“I’ve wanted to do this ever since I first saw you,” I say to her, and then I press my lips with hers. I tell myself to be gentle, but the feel of her, and the taste of her mouth makes me wild immediately. I crush my lips on hers, driving her back behind me until she fetches up against the wall.
I hear her sweet little gasp of delight as she opens her mouth beneath mine and rocks her hips up to bump into my own. I suddenly feel like I’m going to die if I don’t get inside her body, and she seems to be entirely open to the idea as well.
“Come with me?” I invite her, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I look down at her trapped between me and the wall.
Wordlessly, she nods, and I take her hand and tug her after me.
Chapter Three
Alyssa
I don’t know why I’m following him anywhere.
I need to get back to my mother and sister. I still have work to do before Giovanni’s men come back to take me away.
But the moment that his lips came down on mine, all my good sense left me. I’ve wanted him to notice me ever since I started working in the club, and I know that my life as I know it is over once Giovanni takes me from my family.
If all I have is this one interaction with this beautiful, dangerous man, I’ll take it with both hands and gratefully.
He tugs me after him so fast that I can barely keep up. My bag bounces against my legs as we climb some stairs and he pulls me into an office and shuts the door. I hear him turn the lock behind us, and then he’s swarming over me again.
It’s like he’s sucked the air from the room, and all I can do to cling to my life is kiss him back, allow him to tear the clothes from my body, and bow to the furor of his claiming.
I shiver a little in the breeze from the air conditioner, goosebumps rising over my bare skin as I watch him strip off his clothing. He’s more magnificent than I could have imagined without his suit on, and my mouth goes dry at the thought of what we are about to do.
I glance down at his raging erection, and something like fear mixed with excitement lances through me. I’m a virgin, but I’m not going to tell him that. I don’t want to risk him changing his mind.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he says wonderingly, walking around me in a little circle.
He slides a palm down my back and then flips his hand over to reach between my legs and cup my most intimate self. I gasp at the zing of electricity that shoots through me at his touch.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” I manage to say back, and he laughs, the sound genuine.
He crosses back in front of me, and places both hands around my breasts, cupping them and kneading them. I feel like I’m going to melt into the floor because my knees are so weak.
He presses me backward a few steps, and I bump into the edge of the desk in the room. He cups my ass and lifts me onto the desk with ease, tumbling documents and other items onto the floor.
He kisses my lips again, then drops nipping kisses all the way down my neck before lavishing attention on my breasts. The ache at my core is growing, and I writhe desperately on the desk.
“Please, Antonio,” I hear myself gasping. I don’t even know what I’m begging for.
“I like it when you beg,” he says to me roughly, slipping his fingers inside of me and stroking them in and out of my pussy. I arch off the desk with a shout, the pleasure incredibly intense.
