Page 37 of The Don's Secret Heir

Beth wrenches away from him. “I didn’t do it for you.”

Dario gets into the passenger side and I get in the driver’s side, pulling the seat way up so I can reach the pedals.

“I really am sorry,” Dario says as I drive toward his place.

“Yeah, yeah,” I mumble, and he’s blissfully quiet the rest of the trip home.

When we arrive, I put Sonny down in his bed, turning off the light. When I step out into the hallway, I’m surprised to see Dario leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

“I’m tired,” I say flatly.

“Me too,” he murmurs, standing up straight and taking a few steps toward me. I don’t back away even though I should.

He caresses my cheek with one large hand, thumbing across my bottom lip.

“What are you doing?” I ask, almost breathless, my body wanting to melt against him. I keep control of myself, though.

He hums, not giving me an answer, and sticks his thumb between my lips. Arousal rushes through me, settling in my lower belly, and instinctively I suck on his thumb.

He groans, stepping ever closer to me and putting an arm around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest.

I should say something. I should stop him. But my body is on fire, electricity shooting up my spine as his hand spans across most of my lower back.

He leans down and I know he’s going to kiss me before he does it. I can feel it, feel the tension in the air, so thick you could cut it with a knife.

I know he’s going to do it. This man who broke my heart. The man who might have killed my father.

But I don’t back away.

He kisses me deeply, sliding his tongue across mine, pulling me even closer with his hand on my back. His chest is firm and my arms go around his neck before I can think twice.

He kisses me again, deeper, hungrier, and turns me slightly so that I’m backed up against the wall of the corridor.

His hands skate down my sides, over the outside of my breasts, down to my waist before he cups my sex with one hand, bunching up the material of the sweats I’m wearing.

“D-Dario,” I whisper-stutter, looking up into his dark eyes as he pulls away, breathing hard.

Just as I’m about to open my mouth and beg him to kiss me again, he moves backward, dropping his hand.

“What the hell was that?” I ask, fuming, mad at him, mad at myself for wanting him so badly.

He smirks. “Just wanted to remind you I’m a better kisser than that asshole ever will be.”

I roll my eyes but he seems unfazed, strolling back to his room.

I really do hate him.

10

DARIO

I don’t even get my shirt off before I collapse into bed, exhausted. As soon as my eyes drift shut I know I’m going to dream about Liana.

She’s all I’ve been thinking about lately; no wonder she seeps into my subconscious.

But the dreams are more like memories.

Giovanni and Rocco, another friend of mine, showed up around the one-month mark.