章 20: | Mafia 101

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"Oh, my God!" I groaned in frustration. "You are the most stubborn, hot-headed guy I have ever met."

"Compared to who?"

"What?" I couldn't believe this guy.

James rubbed his jaw. "You said I'm the most stubborn, hot-headed—"

"I know what I said, goddammit." I just couldn't fathom why this man got to me so badly.

"So, who are you comparing me to when you say that?"

"Jesus. What does it matter?"

"Vanessa?" James kept his gaze locked on mine, his smothering orbs boring into mine.

"What?" I groaned and he arched a brow.

"Why are you acting so crazy right now?"

"I'm acting crazy? You are the one asking me crazy questions!" I pulled my palm down my face.

And then the corners of James' mouth began to slowly creep up into a smug grin. The darkness in his eyes disappeared, replaced with an impish glint as he stared at me. It was like he just realized he knew something I didn't.

"Can I get you a drink?" He was still smiling, and all my focus was drawn to his mouth, full lips making me wonder what they would taste like. How they would feel pressed hard against mine. What was I thinking? A few minutes ago, we were in the middle of a situation which could have ended in mayhem and bloodshed. Yet here I was, thinking about how it would feel to have James' tongue down my throat. Nice.

A voice came from behind me. "Vanessa."

Fuck.

I turned slowly, knowing there were two very protective and probably very angry Italian men waiting for me to explain what the hell just happened.

"Antonio," I started, but he held up his hand, silencing me like a damn child.

"Get your stuff. We're leaving. Now." He turned and stomped off.

Daniel glanced over my shoulder at James then his gaze settled back on me. "A cop?"

I shook my head. "It's not what you think, Daniel."

"What am I thinking, Vanessa, huh?"

"Enzo was being an asshole. James was just—"

"Just what? Acting like the jealous boyfriend?"

"No. Of course not."

"It sure fucking looked that way."

The second James stepped up behind me, I felt him. All my senses tuned in to him, and my entire body reacted. My fingers craved to touch him. My skin hungered to be touched by him. And my thighs longed to be wrapped around his waist while my body welcomed him inside. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to get my racing hormones under control. It wasn't exactly the right time for me to be horny.

"Listen, man," James started, but I spun around and held up my hand.

"Just…please. Leave it alone, okay? You've done enough." I didn't look at him. I didn't even breathe because I was too afraid my body would betray me by showing exactly how he affected me. His scent, his presence, those damn eyes—it all teamed up in a bid to lure me in like a damn fish on a hook. It was embarrassing to have a man affect me like this so damn easily.

He didn't say a word—thank God—so I turned and stomped past Daniel, heading up the stairs to get my stuff as per instruction by my control freak brother.

This night got sucked into a big black hole of giant fuck-ups. I should have listened to my instincts and stayed at home. And I needed to stay away from Detective Gunner—far away.

*****

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That certainly went well. Not. This entire night did not go according to plan. I planned to sit at the far end of the bar and quietly observe the Bolognas. All I wanted was to try to get a new piece to the puzzle of what the fuck was happening in this town.

Ending up watching Vanessa—and only her—for the bulk of the evening was not part of the plan. And neither was talking to her or almost kissing her in the middle of a damn nightclub filled with hundreds of people. But I couldn't help myself. She demanded all my attention the second she walked through those goddamn doors.

There was something about her that made me want to be close to her. And that something left me no choice but to approach her. The moment I was near her, feeling her breath on my skin, I fell under her spell.

And her scent? Dear Lord, that sweet smell of cinnamon and vanilla made me crave to taste her. Fuck a nibble, and fuck just a sample of her full lips and sensual body, I wanted to completely devour her until there was nothing left. All I could think about when I stared into her dark eyes was how badly I wanted to take everything she had to offer and make it mine by marking her, by fucking her until my name was engraved into her goddamn soul. And something told me that was exactly what she wanted too—to be claimed. Until that jackass, Enzo decided to show his ugly face.

What I didn't plan on doing was shoving Enzo Morello's face into a damn wall. But the son of a bitch pressed all the wrong damn buttons. And what got to me was seeing the effect his asshole attitude had on Vanessa. It was clear as fucking daylight every word that came out of Enzo's mouth rattled her, and for that reason alone I wanted to tear the fucker apart.

The question was, why would I feel the need to do that? Why did it bother me so much that Vanessa seemed to have a history with Enzo? Something happened between them. It didn't take a detective's intuition to figure that one out. But whatever happened caused some pretty deep scars for Vanessa, that was for sure.

And because I had to act all chivalrous like a knight in shining fucking armour, I managed to get my ass right in the middle of this mess. A cop associated with his mafia target's daughter might as well walk around with a big, red flashing sign over his head saying, "Here I am. Kick my ass, fuckers."

And why the hell had she acted that way? Like I was the one who did something to piss her off?

"Fuck!" I almost knocked a tray of shooters out of a waitress's hands. "Shit, sorry," I groaned and helped steady her, ignoring the stare of death she shot me.

My sweeping gaze found Vanessa on the top floor. Antonio and Daniel were already descending the stairs, and it was painfully obvious Antonio was extremely pissed off. And why wouldn't he be? The first thing you learned in Mafia 101 was never to fraternize with the enemy, which in this case was Enzo Morello. And then there was that shitty rule of not having any kind of relations with a cop, and after what went down, I was pretty sure Antonio and Daniel were under the impression something was going on between me and Vanessa. Which there wasn't…was there?

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章 21: | Let Me Have You

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My gaze was glued to Vanessa as she made her way down the stairs. I knew I should let her leave, that I should back the hell off. But there was a very insistent idiot inside me who kept pushing me, gnawing at my goddamn spine to pursue her until I was buried balls deep inside her.

Everything about her triggered an uncontrollable animalistic urge in me to spread her legs and feel her pleasure gushing down my thighs. I wanted to make her shudder and scream. I wanted her clawing at my back as my cock forced her to come violently until all she could see were fucking stars.

I pushed my hand through my hair and took a deep breath, trying to convey the message to my cock that now was not the time to stand at fucking attention. There was more important shit right now than creaming some Italian princess's pussy.

I continued to watch Vanessa, my gaze moving to the exposed insides of her thighs as she took each step. The closer she got, the harder I got.

Seriously, I needed to focus. I needed to forget about this woman and the raging lust she managed to stir in my pants whenever she was near me. I needed to ignore this crazy, intense sexual attraction I had for her. But as she came within two feet of me, our eyes met, her dark irises telling me everything I was feeling was mutual.

Fuck this shit. I couldn't let her go. I needed more of her.

I reached out and grabbed her wrist. It all happened so damn fast that there was no time for her to fight the hold I had on her.

She yelped, and I dragged her behind me through the crowd, thinking I loved the way her hand felt in mine. Finally, we were around the corner out of sight, and the second her back hit the wall, her wild gaze locked onto mine. With one hand planted firmly against the wall above her shoulder, and the other hand gripping her elbow, I leaned in and brought my lips mere inches from hers.

"Mind telling me what's going on between you and Morello?"

"There's nothing to tell."

"Judging by what just happened, I'd say that's one hell of a lie."

Her delicious-looking mouth turned up into a tiny grin. "Detective Gunner, are you jealous?"

"No." Yes.

She bit her bottom lip, and I was about three seconds away from losing my shit and fucking her right there against the damn concrete wall, giving a whole new meaning to kinky exhibitionism.

Vanessa arched her back, bringing her chest closer to me, and not even God himself could stop my gaze from dropping to her cleavage. Two full, round, beautiful pieces of flesh pushed up from her dress, giving me a glimpse of what lay hidden beneath. Now I was the one biting my lip since I couldn't help thinking about what it would feel like to push my cock through that slit between her tits.

"You're staring." She stated the obvious.

"I am."

"At my breasts."

"Yes." I didn't even try to deny it. She could have punched me in the face for my brutal honesty, but I didn't care. It would so be worth it.

"James?"

I tore my gaze away from those glorious globes of perfection, and her dark chocolate eyes locked onto mine. "What are you doing, James?"

"You know what I'm doing."

"You should stop."

"Why?"

She let out a breath. "Because it's wrong." My lord, was she right?

"Says who?" I found myself groaning.

"Says me," she breathed.

I dropped my hand to her hip and squeezed slightly. "Vanessa, you can't tell me you don't feel it too."

She lifted her chin. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

I tightened my grip some more. "So, your pulse isn't racing right now with me standing this close to you?"

"No." She swallowed. Liar.

I slowly dragged my hand from the curve of her hip, up the side of her body. I felt the way she trembled under my touch. "Tell me your body isn't screaming for me to touch you right now."

"You are already touching me," she replied softly.

"I am. But you and I both know this isn't the only way you want me to touch you." I pressed my cheek against hers as I brought my lips to her ear. The sound of her laboured breathing filled my ears, the warmth flitting across my neck. "Tell me, Vanessa. Tell me how you want to be touched."

Her entire body shuddered against mine, and I wished we weren't surrounded by people because I'd make her scream and moan along with all that shuddering.

Vanessa moved her cheek against mine, and it was my turn to shudder as the soft feel of her skin made me want to lose all control.

"Why don't you tell me how you want to touch me, Detective?" Her lips brushed against my ear. Good God, it was like a hurricane collided with a tornado, storming through my insides as I envisioned myself touching her exactly the way I wanted to, the way I needed to.

Without giving it a second thought, I grabbed her hands and pinned them harshly against the wall above her head. The music was pulsing, people dancing and singing, and the smell of sweat and sex swirling around us, causing the sexual desire between us to skyrocket.

She looked up at me, and I swore to God I felt her hips move. It was the slightest of movements, but I felt it nonetheless, and it was enough to make me groan in the back of my throat.

I rolled my hips, giving her the smallest feel of what I knew her body craved. "Once I start, there's not an inch of this perfect body of yours that will remain untouched." And that was God's truth. I wanted to experience every bit of her, feel every part of her body against mine.

Taking both her wrists in one hand, I glided the other down her side until I felt the curve of her hip. "I want to touch you until you beg me to stop because your body can't handle the burn anymore."

The softest of moans rolled over her lips and across my earlobe. I couldn't stop myself from smiling.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Vanessa? For me to set your body on fire?"

She pushed her chest harder against mine, her breasts firmly pressed against me. Her lips moved against my cheek as she said, "My body is already on fire, Detective."

Jesus Christ. My hand slipped over her hip and down her ass. A deep, guttural moan escaped me when I dug my fingers into her flesh, pushing her harder against my now raging hard-on.

"Let me have you, Vanessa." It was a goddamn plea. I'd happily go on my fucking knees if it meant I could spread her goddamn legs. And if any man tried to stop me, so help me God.

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