Aria nods. “Will do.”
“Don’t be late tomorrow, girl. Or it’ll come out of your pay,” Barry knuckles in as we reach the door.
And I decide.
This place is getting the wrecking ball treatment before morning.
Bella will find herself offered a nicer job, thanks to her looking out for my angel. The rest can go fuck themselves for all I care.
“Where are we going?”
I shrug and pretend to give her a choice as I hold the door open for her. “You pick. What are you in the mood for? Bar or club?”
She wrinkles her nose. “I don’t really know the area very well. Maybe somewhere near the water?”
“Sure, if that’s what you want. I know a place.”
We step out of the dive bar and I can’t help myself. Ineedto touch her. To see if her skin is as soft and silk-smooth as it looks.
I hold out my hand.
She hesitates, sending me that wide-eyed look. I’m at once impressed by her caution and pissed off that she’s not submitting to me.
Doesn’t she know she’s mine?
“I…I don’t even know your name,” she breathes shyly.
I hesitate a fraction of a second, already regretting the half-truth. “I’m Matt.”
A nervous smile twitches her lips and she holds out her hand. “Hi Matt. I’m A—” She hastily catches herself. Then, “Maria.”
Ah. My regret dissipates beneath her own lie.
Although I get why she’s being careful, I’m still pissed.
I don’t want her to bellow someone else’s name when I’m balls deep inside her. But since I don’t have a choice and can’t reveal myself, I take the hand she holds out and grip it in mine, not even bothering with the courtesy of shaking it.
Because…Matri di Diu, she’s so fucking soft it takes a lot to swallow my groan.
But when I try to steer her from the door toward where I’m parked, she tugs at my hand. “Wait.”
My gut tightens and I stop. She better not be looking for an excuse to go back inside.
“What is it?” I reply, attempting to keep the bite out of my voice.
She tilts her face to mine and I want to howl at the perfection of her features.
Skin as smooth as porcelain.
An over-full, juicy lower lip that more than compensates for the thinner upper.
I need very little imagination to picture my dick sliding between those lips, sucking me off until I’m draining myself down her throat and those lips are ruby red from her wonderful efforts.
And fuck me, those deep blue eyes…
They sparkle bright enough to make me forget my own damn name. No wonder every guy in this pisshole was salivating over her.
I’d had no choice but to take care of a couple of them the last few nights when they got too close.