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“So,” she says slowly. “Looks like you have an exciting new power, babe.”

“Yeah. I seem to be able to explode things now. Send fireballs from my fingertips. That is pretty cool, isn’t it? Think of the fun we could have.” I don’t mean it. I’m actually pretty freaked out but making the best of it.

Luca shakes his head in disgust and walks away. I roll my eyes at my friend. “He can be a moody asshole sometimes.”

“Still hot though, right?”

I nod. I mean, look at that ass, I think, as he strides off. Hotter than the inferno in front of us. I really, really want to fuck right now, I realize, however inappropriate it is. He glances back over his shoulder, a half-snarl, half-grin on his lips, a feral look in his eyes. Yeah. He feels it too. I shake my head to clear away the lust and go help Matteo with the animals.

A call is placed to Jeremy McGee, who promises to look after them, and up against the ticking clock of impending sunlight, we all troop back to the helicopter. One by one, we clamber in, Matteo coming last.

He slams the sliding cabin door shut behind him, takes his seat. His jacket is twitching, and I sniff the air. There’s a distinct eau de farmyard in here with us.

“For fuck’s sake, Matteo, what did I tell you?” Luca grinds out. Matteo shrugs and opens his jacket. A flurry of feathers emerges, attached to a very angry bird. It bobs its head and squawks at us all. If I spoke hen, I suspect it’d be swearing.

“You told me not to bring a pig, boss,” Matteo replies. “You didn’t say nothing about a chicken.”

Chapter 8

Luca

The minute we get back to the Hell’s Kitchen compound, she grabs hold of my hand. “I know you have a million-and-one things to do,” she says quietly. “And I know it’s all important. But I really, really need to have some alone time with you.”

I raise an eyebrow, trying not to get hard in front of the whole court. We’re in the foyer area, and it’s busy as usual. Everyone is staring at me, and I know they’re all a second away from trying to pin me down and ask me for something. Aidan Flynn has called and says he needs me, and I can sense a threat lurking nearby. Probably some asshole looking to sneak in and scream a challenge at me.

Despite everything, all my Rosa needs to do is look at me the way she’s looking at me, touch me like she’s touching me, and I’m ready to go. I’ve been feeling ready ever since she pulled that fireball stunt at the farmhouse, a physical pull towards her that’s even more intense than usual. It took all my self-restraint not to grab her and put her on my lap in the chopper, and now? Now, it’s even tougher. She’s gazing up at me with those big green eyes of hers, and I can see the need shining in them. The rapid thud of her heart. Her blood rushing through her veins, pulsing, pounding, throbbing. Calling to me.

Fuck it. I push her up against the wall and crush my lips onto hers. Our tongues dance and our hands explore, and we both make the kinds of noises that cause people to stop and look and maybe blush. I don’t give a shit. I’m the Don, and if I want to get hot and heavy with my girl, I’ll do it anywhere I damn well please.

I lift her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist, rubbing herself against me, her hands twined into my hair. I need to be inside her, more than ever, and if we don’t get somewhere private real soon, we’re both going to be putting on a show. I don’t care, I decide. This is a Cosca court. They’ve all seen fucking worse.

I’m kissing trails of fire down her neck when there’s a tap on my shoulder. Someone clears their throat, and I growl as I turn around. Matteo, holding that stupid squawking chicken.

“What?” I snap. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“Yeah, I can. So can everyone else. Thought you should take a moment, think this through. You want everyone here to see Rosa like this?”

My nostrils flare and I want to rip his head off for interrupting us, but he’s right. I was seconds away from tearing her top off, from pushing down her pants, from fucking her and feeding on her. And that should only be done in private. The idea of any of these other assholes seeing my woman being fucked? It makes me rage so hard I’d end up killing them just for daring to be nearby.

I snarl but take a beat. She rests her head on my shoulder, and I can feel her laughing. I’m not finding it so fucking funny, basically because my dick feels like it’s going to explode. “He’s right,” she murmurs. “You know he is.”

I nod reluctantly. “Matteo, make sure Pietro gets those phones, and fill Aidan in. Give him Jeremy McGee’s number, tell him to check in. Plus, could you deal with that sack of shit loitering outside? I can smell fear and anger, and it means yet another prick looking to challenge me. I have better things to be doing.”

I keep Rosa in my arms, gallop up the stairs of the building and along the corridor to my own quarters. Once we’re inside, I use one hand to sweep clear my desk. Books, papers, a mug, they all go flying, crashing onto the floor. I lay her down on her back and finally tear her top away, her bra following. Her pants are peeled off in the blink of an eye, and she’s lying there, filling my eyes, filling me with her scent, filling every single one of my senses. She’s inside me and around me and she is everything.

She stretches her arms over her head, spreads her legs. Shows me the glistening folds of her perfect pussy, her creamy thighs smooth and wet. Writhing, she puts on a performance, knowing exactly what she’s doing to me. I force myself to hold back. Keeping my distance, I watch and I wait, every second my hands aren’t on her body feeling like torture. She likes her games, my little malocchio, but I know I’ll win this one. She’s too desperate.

Her eyes meet mine, and I keep my arms folded across my chest, raise an eyebrow. “What do you want, carissima? What do you need from me?”

“Nothing,” she murmurs. “I can take care of myself …”

Her fingers circle her nipples, gently squeezing them into peaks, caressing the soft, rounded flesh of her breasts. I suck in a breath as she toys with herself, then runs her hands further down her body. Across the flat planes of her stomach, down, down, down. Her eyes close and her head goes back, her throat white and shining, the pulsing of her carotid artery a beacon call. She sighs out loud as she explores her own body, finding her clit and stroking it with an urgent rhythm. Fuck. One finger slides inside her, the sound of her moist center driving me wild. I can feel her pleasure building. Feel her blood thundering, her pulse racing, her breath coming faster and faster as she nears her climax …

I can’t take it anymore. Just as she’s about to come, I pounce. Tearing her hands away from her pussy, I drag her further down the desk, so her ass is right on the edge and her legs are dangling off. I pin her wrists over her head, holding her still with one hand. “Don’t move,” I order her. “Stay exactly where you are.”

She’s so close to orgasm that she’s quivering with need and tries to rub herself against my leg as I stand between hers. “Why would I want to move?” she mutters, her eyes rolling as she chases her pleasure. “I’ve got you exactly where I want you …”

Inside, I laugh. She’s right, of course. She’s won this round, but not the whole game.