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TIFFANY WEST 

 An explosion of fire burst inside of me, spreading from my stomach to the tips of my fingers. My blood sizzled. My body tingled. And I couldn't breathe.

 The press of my lips against his hit me with great intensity that turned my legs jelly and I lost balance on my legs but the man wrapped an arm around my waist to steady me, pressing me deeper against his body.

 Air whooshed out of my lungs, my lips breaking from his for a second.

 We stared at each other. My heart was racing fast and my blood burned hotter.

 I didn't know what I was doing again. But it wasn't just the buzz from the alcohol making me braver. It was something else. Something stronger. Maybe it was the firm hold of his arm around me. It was no lie large hands had always been my Achilles heel. Maybe it was the heat sizzling in blue flame in his eyes. Maybe it was the darkness lurking within the edges of his eyes that made me believe was capable of drowning mine. I wasn't sure. But I couldn't stop myself. I knew this man was exactly what I needed tonight.

 I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning closer, I brought my mouth to his, pausing close enough to taste his intoxicating breath mixed with vodka.

 Everything faded around me. I couldn't care less who'd been watching. I took a sweet pull on his lips. He didn't kiss me back but the heat still pulsed and spread through me like fire, tightening in my breasts before descending to the sensitive spot between my legs.

 He licked his lips, drawing a lazy gaze from my mouth to my eyes, as though he found the kiss slightly bothersome to his person. It should have been discouraging but I was far too gone.

 I drew my tongue across his top lips and then nipped at the bottom. I didn't miss the groan that rumbled up his throat. It was low, but it was there. And then I continued licking his lips like an ice cream cone. It had no finesse, just unadulterated lust.

 He made a noise of anger and grabbed the back of my neck. “What the fuck do you think you're doing?” The thick Italian accent ignited with the blue flame in his eyes.

 I cocked my brow. “Can't you tell? Seducing you, Is that a problem?” 

 “That depends on what you want to achieve?”

 “I want everything tonight,” My voice is low, pure sex and seduction. And my plea only strengthened, feeling the hardness of his cock.

 My pussy twisted in knots. There's no denying the inevitable tonight. He was going to succumb. And hell, I knew he was going to be worth it. I could already taste him on my tongue. The alcohol. The sweat.

 His dark blue eyes stared at me. Drew his teeth across his bottom lips and took a sip from his tumbler while I anticipated his response. “Then no, it's not a problem at all,” He finished his drink and led me out of the bar to the hallway into the elevator. We rode to the penthouse on the top floor. 

 I kissed him the second we reached his room and he kicked the door shut behind us. His kisses were hard, and fast, punishing us with ferocity before he dumped me on the bed. It was soft and smelled like he did. Sandalwood and an unnamed scent I associated with sweet temptation and danger.

 He took off his jacket, hanging it in the chair. His eyes flashed. “Take off your clothes,” It was a demand. His lazy mood hardened into a harsh one that made my heart thump against my cage.

 Frustration flickered lazy and hesitant in my chest at his command but I swallowed it down, pulled up, and leaned on my elbow. “Why don't you come take it off yourself,”

 He paused for less than a second, the darkness in his eyes narrowing on me as he pulled out a condom from his drawer, and ambled to the bed. Before I could process what was happening, he ripped off my dress and panties in one strong pull, unclasping my bra.

 I was compelled to do the same. I pushed off his shirt, pants, and briefs, leaving only bare heat and skin behind.

 My mouth dried at the sight before me. His body was sculpted with such perfection. Broad shoulders. Muscled chest. Bronzed skin and a faint dusting of black hair that tapered down to…

 Oh fuck.

 His cock jutted out, huge and hard and the mere idea of it inside me sent twin frissons of apprehension and anticipation spiraling through my stomach.

 There's no way he'd fit. It was impossible. 

 When I finally drafted my gaze back to his, his eyes were focused on me, dark and cold.

 “Dangerous mistake?” His brows were raised, his dark eyes piercing through mine as they searched for something within.

 “Do I look like the type of woman who makes mistakes?” It was not a flirty tease but those words were a lie. But he didn't need to know that.

 Something amusing danced within the depths of his eyes. “There’s always a first time, topolina and I have a feeling I'm going to be a special kind of mistake,”

 I didn't get a chance to fully register his last sentence before he slammed into me and tore a cry from my throat.

 I was so wet he slid in without much resistance, but the sensation was so sudden and intense that I clenched without thinking.

 He hissed out a breath, but he didn't move until my body acclimated to his size and my whimpers of discomfort faded. Only

 then did he pull out and push back in. Slowly at first, then faster and deeper until he set a rhythm that made my knees buckle.

 All thoughts vanished from my mind as he hammered into me so deep he hit spots didn't know existed. My eyes fluttered closed, only to fly open again when a hand closed around my neck.

 "Open your eyes," Lorenzo growled. "Look in the mirror when I'm fucking you."

 I did. The sight that greeted me was almost enough to tip me over the edge. My breasts bounced with each thrust, and my eyes were glassy with lust and unshed tears as he wrung every ounce of pleasure from me. An endless stream of moans and whimpers poured from my half-open mouth.

 The fucking was too intense, and all wanted was for him to keep going. To push me further and further until I crashed over the cliff looming ahead.

 Lorenzo's grip tightened around my throat as he whispered something in Italian.

 It was that look and those words, spoken in that voice, that finally tipped me over the edge.

 I came with a sharp cry, my body shuddering around his. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside me until we were both spent and gasping for air.

 We held on to each other, our breaths gradually evening in unison as we came down from our highs.

 It was intense. It was mind-blowing. The best lay I'd had all my life. The thought made something weigh my chest. My heart was pounding fast against his chest as unwanted memories of Francis sparked back to life in my mind. I tried to fight it. But they won eventually.

 I squeezed my eyes closed, tears escaping my bottom lashes. My grip tightened on his shoulders tightened. Suddenly, my lungs contracted and wouldn't release. I couldn't keep a strangled gasp from escaping.

 “Look at me,” It was an order from him, carrying a harsh edge.

 With no fight in me, I complied and opened my eyes. Tears blurred my vision and my nails dug further into his skin. 

 His gaze slid from the tear tracks on my face back to my eyes. I couldn't read the look in his eyes.

 “Breathe, topolina,” It was another rough demand and I had the urge to push him off me, and yell at him to stop bossing me around. However, I couldn't. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. It felt like I was trapped in my twelve years old body.

 He lifted his hand to my face, pushing back the careless strands of my red hair that stuck to my face before he caressed my cheek, muttering some words in Italian. The deep timbre of his voice, the cold look in his eyes, and the contrasting warmth of his hand on my cheek, somehow undid me. 

 The air suddenly came out from my lungs, the knot in my chest loosened and the tremor in my veins became the hot buzz of an electric line. And at that second I knew he had been right when he warned me I'd regret tonight. Because I did.