Wild One

Forty-Three

Manon

Wow. He actually told me. Dena. It's her—

He stopped my thoughts with his lips. He kissed me firmly, softly. Sweetly. He pulls back, biting his lips sexily.

“Why do you keep kissing me?” I ask him.

“Because,” He responds throatily, “Your lips make me speechless.

I chuckle. He's such a flirt.

“Capο,” Angelo calls. “We're here.”

Niccoló steps out, wrapping around the car to open my door. He takes hand, helping me out of the seat.

Keeping my hand tucked in his strong one he walks us up to the doors of the now familiar stone mansion.

Wordlessly, he ushers up the stairs, paying no heed to anyone's calls for him to listen.

In a blur we're at his room. He picks me up like a bride, carrying me over the threshold. I wrap my arms around his neck.

I can see where this is going and I really don't mind. I miss him.

His hands on me. His mouth on me.

He throws me down on the bed, taking off his jacket. He throws his tie on the bed. Unbuttons his shirt. The air is tense, but silent, want and need a heavy cloud hanging over us both.

It's been too long.

He stalked the bed, leaning down to cup my face, pressing his lips to mine.

I revel in his kiss, warm and soft. But I have plans for him. I kiss him harder, gradually moving from under him. He melts between our lips, lost.

Eventually, I'm on top of him. I take the discarded tie and quickly tie his hands together.

He pulls back, eyebrow arched.

“Are you going to punish me?” he muses lowly, licking his bottom lip. “Is it gonna hurt?”

We both know he could easily get out if the flimsy tie I put him in. But he doesn't. I figured he wouldn't.

“It won't. Much.”

He chuckles lowly, eyeing me through his lashes. “I'll play along, kitten. It's kinda hot.”

“I'm glad you think so,” I whisper, nibbling on his ear.

His eyes close, his mouth opens slightly.

I can't help but smirk. He put up far less of a fight than I thought he would.

“You seem to like being under—”

His eyes open, flaming. “Make no mistake, pulcino. I don't mind being under you. But don't get used to it, sí?”

I smile.

“Sí,” I whisper, making his eyes hood.

He raises his hips, pressing his hardness against me.

“So, kitty cat. Are you gonna do anything?”

I smirk at his impatience. I rest my hands on his chest. “I'm in charge, remember?”