Chapter Two
She blinked back the sleepiness clinging to her vision, savoring the taste of vodka on Matteo’s tongue. “What are you doing here?” Her gaze went from Roman’s to Matteo’s.
He moved his hand from her throat to tip her chin up and angled her face toward him. “I told you the last time I’d find you again. Do you think just because Roman is here you’re safe? Safe from me?”
He kissed her again, spreading her legs wide with his thick thigh. She clutched at his wet shirt, uncaring of the water seeping through her nightwear.
Safe? With them? Laughable, yet not. Because fear was the last thing she felt with the ruthless mafia kings, but safe? Not in the slightest. Not from their hunger. Nor her own. But how did she answer that without walking into a trap?
She pushed his hand from beneath her chin and shoved at his chest. But her efforts gave no return. He smirked at her, wiping at the corners of his mouth.
Smug bastard.
“I don’t recall you saying you’d find me. In fact, you nearly pushed me off you the second you finished.” Hurt flashed through her and for a moment he did nothing but stare back at her unblinking.
Right when she thought he would turn and walk away, he nodded with understanding his hand brushing over her cheek.
“Mm. That’s right. I recall you’re screaming orgasm too. So don’t act like you didn’t like me taking you against the wall.” He ran the tip of his tongue over the pulse point in her neck before nipping the tender flesh of her earlobe. She shuddered uncontrollably.
“I told you to run while you could. I remember now. But guess what my little birdie…” he lowered his mouth to hers and rubbed their lips together. A soft brushing that screamed tenderness but she knew danger when it lurked outside her door and this man meant trouble with every ounce of his massive being.
“What?” she whispered breathlessly, her lips moving over his as she spoke.
“Too late. No more running. The second I sank my cock into you, fed your pretty pink pussy my seed it was over, amor.”He grinned down at her.“And it seems you’ve brought trouble with you.” He looked pointedly at her front door and the trash bag of pillow stuffing it had taken a good hour to clean up.
She released a crack of laughter at the irony of his statement. All she wanted were answers. Trouble seemed to find her.
She closed her eyes briefly to shake away the final remnants of sleep. After a while of just holding her, Rhia had finally dozed in Roman’s arms. And for a little while she found a way to forget about the break-in, how alone she felt, and how deep she stood in a dark world she didn’t understand or belong in. Then a loud sound—thunder, now that she was fully awake—practically threw her into the hallway, her heart pounding. When she stepped outside her door her first instinct was to run for the back exit.
And then there he stood. Her dark Spaniard had stepped out of the darkness with Roman right behind him. But was he truly hers? Maybe for a while.
“Something funny?”
He pressed more of his hard body along hers. Arms encased her and he moved her from the wall. Just when she thought the floor was their next stop, Roman’s broad chest and strong arms were right there catching her.
“Only that you think I’m trouble. I serve drinks. What kind of trouble could that cause?” Despite wanting to come clean about everything, too much rode on her lies to give in now.
She reached out and flicked on the light. A small bulb fought against the darkness and won. Mostly. Inky shadows slashed sharp lines across the men’s faces, but she could still make out the smirks tugging at the lips.
Strong arms wrapped around her and lifted. Pure momentum brought her legs up to wrap around Matteo’s waist. Matteo’s hands went to her ass. His tight grip imprinted on her cheeks.
He turned them around and in two strides they stood at the edge of her large bed. Matteo lowered her to the mattress. Her pick of nightwear left nearly nothing to the imagination and she could tell from the soft lighting pouring in from the hallway he appreciated how the satin material clung to her curves.
“Take it off,” he ordered in a brusque tone.
Shaking more than she wanted to admit, Rhia pushed to her knees and clutched the ends of her short negligee, her gaze never leaving his. Roman had appreciated the rich green hue when she slipped it on after a shower. Chills erupted over her skin causing her piercings to push out against the material more. The pronounced placement of the bars in her nipples caught his eye.
Her breath snagged in her chest when he collared her neck with his hand and tightened. Bringing himself closer he placed his lips against her ear.
“Are we gonna have a problem, mí cariña? Do you not want to follow my orders?”
Her heart shuddered and quaked in her chest. This man and his accent would be the death of her heart. Please God, help her stay sane. Maybe if she kept her hands to herself, let them have their way with her body, she could walk away from this with at least half her heart intact.
The bed dipped behind her and warm hands settled over her hips.
Roman.
She would recognize his touch and warmth anywhere. After a night of sleeping in his arms, she would never forget the effortless way their bodies melted together. The man had lain behind her, raging hard-on and all but only held her close.