𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀
My tears threatened to escape, and I had to bite the inside of my mouth to keep myself from crying.
"What did he do to you, Vanessa?" I heard Antonio ask softly, his eyes wide with concern.
I couldn't look at him, so I let my gaze drop to the ground beneath my feet and wrapped my arms around my chest. I knew what he had to be thinking, and it was nothing like that. It was worse. For three years, I carried this burden, knowing my mistake would one day come out in the open. And here I was, unable to keep my secret any longer.
Antonio moved closer. "Vanessa did he—"
"No," I interrupted him. "No, he didn't." I still couldn't look at him. The guilt was too much, tearing at my soul. Admitting this to Antonio was almost as bad as it would be admitting it to my father.
"Then what did he do?"
Finally, I gathered the courage to look up and glanced between Daniel and Antonio. A tear slipped down my cheek, and I took a deep breath.
"Enzo didn't do anything to me that I didn't want him to."
And then the dam broke. Tears stormed relentlessly down my face, and my chest started to close in, growing tighter, making it almost impossible to breathe.
I can't do this. I can't face this. Not now.
I darted toward the car and pushed Daniel out of the way when he tried to reach for me. I was in the car and reversing out of the driveway so fast, that neither Antonio nor Daniel had any time to stop me.
While I sped down the streets, I wiped at my face as tears kept on coming. I couldn't remember the last time I cried this hard.
Oh, wait. Yes, I can. New Year's Eve, three years ago, when I realized I was exactly what Enzo called me—a little lamb. A little lamb who trusted everyone, who followed anyone willing to lead. A little lamb who didn't know any better, naïve and weak. A little lamb who would follow the devil to the slaughterhouse because maybe, just maybe the world wasn't so fucked up, and there might be something good waiting behind the door you were about to walk through. And once you walked through that door, realizing you'd been tricked, you didn't fight for survival. You just lay down and stared at the knife that was about to slice through your throat and let your soul bleed out of you within a matter of seconds.
That's me, Vanessa Bologna …the little lamb.
*****
𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒
It had been hours since I sent her my address.
What the hell was I thinking? Oh, right…I wasn't. My raging hard-on had completely ruined my ability to think like a fucking adult. All I could think about was giving my cock what it wanted. Her.
She had read my message. Her little face icon was there right next to my message. But she didn't reply—which was probably for the best.
For whom? My dick would ask.
For everyone, you fucking huge piece of flesh that tends to make me act like a fucking caveman!
Oh, my God, I was losing my mind.
I gulped down my entire beer and slammed it on the counter, the frustration getting the better of me. Even though there were a hundred reasons for me to stay the hell away from her, to forget her, I only had one reason not to…because I didn't want to. I didn't want to stay away from her. I didn't want to forget about her.
And even after seeing the threat in Enzo's face, I still didn't give a fuck. Why did it feel like I would happily go through the devil if it meant I could have her? That thought alone was proof enough that I was insane.
I glanced at my watch and saw it was almost one a.m. I let out a breath, trying to push the images of her out of my head, then glanced down the hall, thinking tonight might be a good night to try to sleep in my bed for a change.
Just as I started toward the bedroom, there was a faint knock on the door. My heart and my cock reacted simultaneously. My heart, because who would be knocking on my door at one in the morning? And my cock, because…it might be her.
I walked slowly to the door, my instincts sending me into automatic stealth mode, thinking this might be the threat Enzo promised by staring at me with his freaky fucking eyes. The best part? I didn't even have my gun. That son of a bitch commander asshole took my gun and badge, and now all I had to defend myself with were my fast-flying fists, hard as fuck thighs, and my boyish good looks. Super.
I braced my hands on both sides of the door and leaned forward to look through the peephole, my heart jackhammering like crazy inside my chest.
Motherfucker.
I flicked the latch and unlocked the door, flinging it open. "Vanessa?"
She glanced up, her clothes and hair dripping wet. It looked like she decided to take a hike in the goddamn rain. But, by God, she never looked hotter.
"James." With pleading eyes, she stared at me, and the animal in me reacted.
I grabbed her arm and pulled her inside before slamming the door shut and pinning her against it. Dark, deep-set eyes stared up at me, and I saw the hunger swirl around in those chocolate irises. They were the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen, and they made me want to lose all control.
"What are you doing here?"
"You invited me."
"You didn't reply to my message. I didn't think you'd come." My gaze flitted from her eyes to her mouth, her lips glistening with temptation.
"I wasn't planning on coming."
"What changed your mind?"
She lifted her chin, and our gazes locked. "I decided I wanted to finish what we started." And that was the moment I lost control, slamming my lips onto hers.
The second our mouths collided, we moaned in unison as electricity shot between us like lightning bolts of desire and passion. Her lips were cold, yet her mouth warm, tasting like mint and tequila. I had no idea what was happening; all I knew was I didn't want it to stop.
𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒
The moment Vanessa wrapped her arms around my neck, weaving her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer to deepen our kiss, I fucking lost it. My hands started to go everywhere—her sides, her ass, her thighs—like I couldn't touch all of her fast enough. Her clothes and her skin were soaking wet from the rain, but it felt fucking amazing to finally touch her like I wanted to touch her.
I kissed down the side of her neck, loving the way she smelled. Her vanilla and Cinnamon scent was sweet and so damn tantalizing, that I could have gotten high on her smell alone.
"James, this—"
"Unless you're about to tell me to rip your clothes off, I suggest you shut the hell up."
"I'm serious."
I ignored her by letting my lips travel down over her naked shoulder. Thank fuck for the strapless dresses.
Every inch, every curve of this woman felt like it was carved out of perfection. If perfection could have been bottled, I would have shoved her in a vial and kept her on my bedside table. God, I'm pathetic.
"James, listen to me. Only once, okay? This can only happen once."
I paused, my tongue plastered against her collarbone. I lifted my head and looked at her. "Only once?"
"Yeah. You know as well as I do this can't even happen once, but…"
"But you want me as much as I want you."
Her eyes darkened, and she whispered, "I want you more."
Jesus Christ.
That tight little black dress she was wearing was no match for my lust-induced strength. With one hard tug, I pulled it down, her full, supple breasts grabbing all my attention within a split second.
Fuck me.
"See something you like, Detective?" I could hear the damn smile on her face.
I glanced up, then down at her breasts, her perky nipples teasing me, daring me to suck them until they were swollen.
"Like is an understatement, Miss Bologna."
She pressed her hands against my chest and forced me two steps back. My body hated the distance, and my cock was on the verge of throwing a temper tantrum. But then she placed her hands on her curvy hips, her gaze never leaving mine, and started to shimmy out of the dress—slowly. So damn slowly.
All I could do was watch…and try to remember I needed to breathe, even though I was sure my body didn't need air right now. It needed to be all over that body of hers—against it, on top of it…inside it.
"Only this once, Detective."
I shook my head. "I can't make any promises."
"Say it." She continued to move the dress down over her hips and thighs. "Say it, Detective."
"As I said, I can't make any promises."
"If you don't, I'm afraid I'm going to have to stop right now."
Fuck! "Okay, fine, just this once. But for the love of God, do not stop."
The dress dropped to the floor and pooled around her feet. She straightened, and the sight alone brought me within seconds of coming in my pants like a loser.
"Vanessa…"
I couldn't even finish the damn sentence. I just stood there staring at her wearing nothing but a black thong and stiletto heels. Every Playboy calendar picture ever printed couldn't come close to the picture-perfect sight of Vanessa Bologna standing in front of me.
She placed her hands on her waist, pushing her hips out to the side. "Cat caught your tongue, Detective?"
I held out a finger. "Just…just give me a minute. I need to take a few mental pictures and tuck them away in a drawer somewhere."
She chuckled, and the sound made my cock jolt.
"Okay. But while you take your minute, I'll just go ahead and start without you." She cupped her breasts in her palms, and I almost came right there. Her breasts were way too big for her tiny hands as she squeezed, fondled, and played with them like a fucking pro.
"It seems like you have a lot of experience doing that."
She smiled seductively. "Is there something wrong with a woman knowing how to pleasure herself?" Her hand moved down her stomach until it disappeared under the thin fabric of her panties.
Holy fucking shit. Sweet mother of Mary. Fuck!
I placed my fist in my mouth and bit down—hard, trying my best not to embarrass myself by humping her fucking leg, because I wanted to fuck every goddamn part of her body. It was like my cock didn't care which part he got, as long as he got something.
"How much more time do you need, Detective?" Her voice was all husky, soft and seductive like she was almost halfway to a climax…without me.
Shit. "None."
Those two steps between us were a thing of the past as I darted forward and grabbed both her breasts in my palms. She let out a moan that shot straight down my spine, crashing against my balls and causing me to thrust against her. My lips were on hers, claiming, taking, fucking her mouth as if it belonged to no one but me. Right here, right now, all of her was mine. I was in sinner's heaven, about to indulge in the decadence of lust and desires.
Peeling my lips from hers, I leaned down and took a hard nipple in my mouth, sucking that piece of flesh like my life depended on it. Around and around my tongue swirled, teasing and lapping, loving the sounds that rolled over her lips. Her moans sent a wave of undiluted lust crashing against every goddamn bone of my body, and I thrust against her. My cock was aching with the need to fuck, to stretch and fill her pussy, pounding into her until my name was nothing but a prayer on her lips.
I let go of her nipple with a pop, pulled my shirt over my head, and placed my hands on her hips before I jerked her around, pushing her front hard against the door.
"I want to make sure I savour every inch of you." I traced my lips down her spine, listening to her laboured breaths. I licked her skin, loving the way she tasted, hyper-aware of the way she trembled under my touch. In the far corners of my mind, I knew by doing this I was adding a shit load of complications to my life, but…I just didn't give a fuck.
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