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I STALK TOWARD FALLON, letting every part of my body touch hers while she tries to evade me, until she hits the sofa.

“Did he kiss you?” It sickens me to think about it, and before I know it, my hand moves to her lips, grazing her soft bottom lip with the pad of my thumb to wipe him off because he did kiss her. Her reaction is my confirmation.

Her voice drops to a whisper as she returns my angry stare. “Yes.”

“Did you like it?” If she says yes, I might kill someone tonight.

Her eyes glaze over, and her breath quickens as I start breaking down her walls by sifting my fingers through her hair and cupping her head.

“No.”

Distance is what she wants so that she can forget me. I’ll fucking remind her that I can play much dirtier than she could ever imagine. When she blows out a sigh, her warm breath calms me for only a brief moment.

She let another man kiss her!

Palming her ass, I pull her into me. “Odio il pensiero che un altro uomo ti abbia toccato.” I hate that another man touched you.

Then I crash my lips down onto hers. My tongue darts into her mouth, eagerly tasting home. I groan as her back bows into our kiss, and her body yields to my touch while she momentarily forgets the circumstances. Picking Fallon up by her hips, I seat her on the arm of the couch and wedge myself between her legs. Her warm hands on my neck give me a sense of familiarity that’s been lost for weeks. It’s what I’ve been craving. I leave wet kisses on her mouth, jaw, down her throat, and then I take a hardened nipple in my mouth, biting the soft skin on the curve of her breast over the thin fabric of her dress. She tugs hard at my hair, making me growl in appreciation.

Fallon’s flustered and out of breath as I grind my pelvis against her, and she marks a trail up my back with her nails. I weave my fingers through her hair while hooking her right leg around my hip and tip her head back roughly to plunge my tongue inside her mouth again.

“All. I. Want. Is. You.” I grind the straining erection in my dress slacks against her.

Fallon stiffens suddenly, and then her entire body sags against me. “Stop. I can’t do this. Stop.” She attempts to push me away with her hands flat against my chest.

Releasing a deep sigh, I pull back slightly and catch her lust-filled eyes. “Non negarti a me. Non mi allontanare. Don’t deny me. Don’t turn me away.”

She’s clutching the front of my shirt while fighting to refuse me, but I’m not going to let her overthink this, so I kiss her hungrily, demanding her to open her mouth. The second she welcomes my tongue and returns my kiss, I fist her hair as I continue to taste her.

Stepping back only an inch, I unbuckle my belt as she yanks my dress shirt out of my pants. She unbuttons and pushes down my slacks as I pick her up with one hand on her ass and the other still palming her head.

I smile against her mouth because it feels good to have her under my spell. To know that she wants me as much as I want her. This woman makes me whole, and she needs a reminder that she still belongs to me.

I practically shove us onto the floor right beside the couch and hike up her dress quickly as she moans and tugs at my hair. Hooking my thumb in her lace panties, I rip them off in one swift move and press my raging hard-on against her and circle a few times, causing her hips to jerk up and invite me in. I drive into her roughly while looping my arm under her knee and holding her head so she’s forced to kiss me.

“Fuck, I missed you,” I whisper, groaning as I thrust in and out a few times, reveling in the feel of her tightening core. She’s so wet for me.

I roll her over and pull her hips up, giving her a sharp bite and a hard slap on her ass, and I rub the pink flesh before thrusting back in from behind. Her back arches, and we fuck in a frenzy of pent-up emotion. I’m steadying her hips to take control while she’s trying to move at her own tempo. She’s fighting me, and I’m enjoying her struggle, so I spank and grope the swell of her ass again, and she lets out a gratifying moan.

When I pull out, she immediately pushes me back and straddles me, kissing me hard while biting my lip. She’s fucking stunning when she slides onto me with her fingers wrapped around the base of my erection and takes me in deep.

I bunch up her dress in my hands to watch her move up and down. Then I drop my head back and close my eyes, and the pleasure that only she can give me builds as I dig my fingers into her hips and let her ride me.

I open my eyes and watch Fallon, racing to her orgasm. A trickle of sweat slides into her cleavage, so I yank her dress down to wipe it away and cover her breast with one hand. My other hand trails down and circles her soft spot under her dress until she’s moaning loudly, then I stop, and she looks directly at me.

Rolling us over again without pulling out, I take back control, adjusting my angle as her legs lock around my waist, and I rub her hard to make her come. And I smother her whimper with my mouth as she releases with the most satisfying moan. My own orgasm isn’t far behind, and as she milks me, my balls tighten, and I pour into her, never taking my eyes off her for one millisecond. I growl, and we grind into each other, prolonging our release.

As my head begins to clear, her date flashes across my vision, and in my already furious state, I’m no longer able to suppress my emotions. “Look at me.”

She’s dazed, still coming down from her high.

“Look at me. You will only see me when you come.”

Her amber irises meet mine, and I’m immovable because I swear I see the look of adoration she used to give me. But that look is quickly replaced with regret when she realizes that she let me fuck her. Her regret fuels my resentment.

I’m still semi-hard inside her and thrust two times. “You think I would allow anyone else to fuck you?”

She struggles to get away from me, apparently stunned by my words, but I grab her wrists, pinning them by her head and push my hips against her while inching my face close to hers.

“I will kill anyone who touches you.” And I lick the shell of her ear and push into her once more.

“Get off me!” She jerks against me helplessly, trying to break free.

I tilt my head while holding her down effortlessly. “You like me inside you, and that pisses you off. It pisses you off that I can make you come so easily. It infuriates you that you like my cock,” I taunt and pull out, releasing her wrists and quickly standing up.

“Fuck you, Luca. What happened to you? Get out!” She sits up and fitfully rights her dress.

“What happened?!” I bark, and she flinches. “You happened! You fucking broke me!”

As I button my pants, I look down my nose at her, and a twinge of remorse pierces my soul. But when she rises, tears brimming her eyes, and completely ignores me as she flees to her room, I continue to lash out at her. “You find it so easy to dismiss me now, but you’ll call me when you need me, Fallon!”

Realizing that I need as much distance as possible from her right now, I hurry out of the apartment, slamming the door behind me.

Sprinting downstairs and outside, I cross the street, dodging traffic as I go, and jump into my car, immediately calling David. “Where is he?”

“Past the second intersection, third street on the left,” he answers.

I hang up, fire up my vehicle, and find her date within ten minutes.

Taking my gun from the glove compartment, I hide it in the back of my pants, under my untucked dress shirt. Then I step onto the curb just before he walks by my car and crowd him face-first against the wall of a closed shop.

One hand presses the barrel of my gun into his side, and my other hand grips his neck. “Stay away from Fallon.”

“What?” He tries to turn his head, but I cram his face against the concrete wall while planting my elbow in his neck.

“Stay away from her. Understand?”

“Yes...but,” he stammers.

“No buts. Understood?” I lower my voice while continuously glancing around.

“Yes,” he replies in a rush.

I release him, jump back into my car, and hit the gas to race to my penthouse. A few minutes with her, and I lose control over the entire night because she’s an addiction I can’t seem to shed.

After parking the car in front of my building, I stride through the reception area to be met by Adriano. He falls into step next to me as I proceed toward the elevators.

“What did you do?” he asks warily with a grin.

I don’t speak until we’re inside my penthouse, using the time in the elevator to cool the hell off. I’m pulsating with rage at myself and her. At myself for letting my anger win. At her for cutting me out of her life. For never trusting me. For fucking me and then regretting it.

With both palms resting on my kitchen island, I let my head drop between my shoulders. “I didn’t follow them, but I did wait around until they returned to her apartment, and then I lost it when I found out he kissed her.”

“What happened?”

I look up at Adriano and swipe my hand over my face. “I fucked her on the floor and then lashed out at her.”

Adriano’s expression radiates disappointment.

“But that’s not all. I even tracked down her date and threatened him in public.”

“Luca—”

“There were no witnesses, but it wasn’t my best move to act so carelessly. And I didn’t get any information from Fallon. I’ve only made the bitterness worse between us.”

“I told you I should’ve gone,” he mutters. “You just left after sex?”

“Yes. I left her crying.”

Adriano gives me a disapproving shake of his head. “Do you want me to talk to her?”

Still aggravated by the regret I witnessed in Fallon’s eyes and how she cut me out of her life, I answer resolutely, “No, I’m curious to find out how long it takes before she comes to me for help. Collopy is going to be a problem too. She’s a vindictive bitch, and I can’t figure out what we might be overlooking. This can’t be about her so-called lust for me. A woman like her is not driven by lust or love, but by money. I’m going to let it play out. Let Fallon see what the consequences are without my interference.”

“Fine, we wait. Cam’s records have been deleted, by the way,” he informs.

“That would indicate...Feds?” I remark in astonishment.

“FBI was also my first thought. Records aren’t easily deleted. Apparently, Cam isn’t who she appeared to be.”

“Apparently. Fuck! What is with these women?”

“There’s another small thing,” he adds hesitantly.

“What?”

“There must be either someone powerful or some clean government body pulling the strings here. It’s not Collopy or another smalltime cop. My only two scenarios are either Cam is FBI, or Fallon is talking to the police. The chance that Cam is FBI is slimmer than Fallon talking to the cops.”

“As much as I hate to admit it, it’s possible that Fallon’s working with them. I didn’t see her go into the precinct, but they did interrogate her. And I don’t trust her at all.”

“Someone needs to find out what the fuck is going on with these girls, but let’s call it a night,” he says. “You need time to cool off. I’ll speak to you Monday.”

I nod and shoot Adriano a parting glance before I walk to the terrace where I sit in the wind with my elbows resting on my knees. A small part of my conscience despises my actions with Fallon; I reacted too quickly after seeing the regret blaze across her eyes.

Nevertheless, my rage and need to control the situation triumphs. I must stop taking these risks – I have to keep my distance from her.