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“You didn’t come home,” she spoke, not letting her voice shake with her wavering emotions. She was so fucking scared when he didn’t come home. “You can’t do that, Giancarlo. I was worried.”
Another toke of his smoke, blowing it out slowly.
His legs were spread out in front of him. Wearing only worn-in jeans with an open sleeveless, red and black plaid shirt, he was sex itself. His answer was a grunt.
She went for it. “I’m used to a diet of dick now, you can’t take off and leave me starving.”
The joint in Capone’s lips stalled, and she’d bet all her lipsticks she saw his eyes turn to midnight black.
A whole-ass shiver rushed down her spine.
She wouldn’t let him see her jangling nerves.
Not after the deliciously deviant things they’d already done and said to each other.
He might be mad at her, but she saw how he still wanted her.
Breathing heavily, she put her hands on her hips, facing him a few feet away.
“I’m here to be fed.” She told him boldly. “Vamos, Giancarlo.”
Her heart clattered so damn loudly. Could he hear it too?
Nervous and horny was a potent combination.
Midnight eyes slipped down her body, leaving his invisible touch on her skin. When they reached her face again, he toked once more and stubbed the joint out. Capone was on his feet before she realized.
Towering over her, his whole aura wrapped around her in his masculine scent.
Another notch of her heart rate.
Sexy fucking man.
Lucia had to tip her head back to see him, he let his head hang low. She was so close, she saw the vein in his throat fluttering wildly.
She backed up, and Capone followed.
“You want feeding, is that right?”
“Y-yes, I do.”
Daring him to deny her, she was a woman running on no sleep and little coffee, she could take him in a fight with the temper she had brewing in the background. No judge in the land would convict her for crimes of passion.
But what did her gorgeous man say?
“Get on with it then, huh?”