SILVIO
I placed the bottle of 1931 Chateau Pichon Lalande on the kitchen island—one of Presley's favorite brands of wine.
It wasn't exactly my favorite because there were other expensive and Italian wines that tasted better than that cheap shit, but she liked it, so I loved it.
I moved towards the sink, throwing the towel over my shoulder, and watching as Beast started laughing hysterically on Facetime. After finishing work at the casino, I'd headed straight for Presley's and cooked up some spaghetti with Sicilian Pesto.
Cooking for her was one of my favorite things to do. I loved the soft look on her face whenever she watched me cook, the satisfaction in her eyes as she tried new dishes. Fuck, it was almost as good as an orgasm.
That shit made me all warm and fuzzy inside.
"You gonna save me a plate?" Beast asked suddenly. He'd facetimed me earlier just to piss me off and get on my fucking nerves. And like the idiot I was, I made the grave mistake of answering.
I shot him a side-eye. "Fuck no."
His gaze narrowed. "Well fuck you then." And with that, he ended the call.
Thank the fucking lord.
The sound of the front door beeped, alerting me to her presence as she walked into the apartment. The smile I'd been wearing dropped when I caught a glimpse of another figure as well. Fucking Desmond.
He was standing by the doorway, glancing down at Presley with that love-struck expression on his face. Something I knew too well, and he couldn't hide.
Their voices were hushed, almost quiet and I couldn't hear exactly what they were saying but the sound of her laughter traveled, hitting me in the fucking chest.
I bet he's funny, isn't he?
The slam of the door resonated in the air followed by the click-clack of her heels. I didn't turn around or respond because I needed to fucking calm myself down from walking down the apartment and shooting him in the head.
And I knew Presley would throw a fit because one, she loved this apartment. It was new and a fresh start. And two, she had trauma with gunshots ever since Rufus was shot in front of her.
I inhaled a deep breath, unclenching my jaw and exhaling slowly and I wiped down the kitchen counter.
A sharp oomph left my mouth when I felt a pair of hands wrapping around my waist and the soft brush of skin against my shirt. Damn it.
I shook my head knowing I could never stay truly angry whenever this woman was around me. Twisting my body, I curled a hand around her waist and hefted her ass flat on the kitchen counter.
Eyes wide, flushed cheeks and a face filled with makeup. Her black coils had been pulled into a low bun with pieces of curly hair flying out in the front.
She was now wearing a white wrap dress I knew was only for formal events but the thought of Desmond being close to her, touching her while she looked like this—fuck.
"Hi partner." She greeted with a soft voice and placed a hand on my chest.
She must have seen the sour expression on my face because she continued, "Nothing happened between us. He was just dropping me home."
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My jaw clenched. "I could have done that."
"It was on his way home and I thought you would have been busy."
"Never busy for you." I said gruffly.
A tight smile. "Next time then."
"What was so funny?" I couldn't help myself; I knew I was being a bastard right now asking all these damn questions like I didn't trust her. I trusted her, I just didn't trust him.
She let out a sigh and dropped her hand. "Are you going to act like this all night?" I stared at her with a blank expression. Hell yeah. "You know, this would constitute as a movie-worthy moment sort of thing."
I grumbled, "I'm fucking pissed right now."
"Well... too bad." She gripped my chin with those manicured nails, holding me right where she wanted. "If you won't kiss me, I think Desmond—"
My mouth was on hers before she even got a chance to finish her fucking statement. I took her mouth in mine in this commanding way of shutting her up, nipping on her bottom lip and sliding my tongue into her mouth.
She groaned, reaching her nails into my hair, and tugging hard. I let out a grunt as a trickle of hot sparks bubbled down my spine and sending me into overdrive.
Shit. I curled a hand around her throat, pressing the back of her head against the cupboard and kissing her deeply.
She stilled for a second, a little shocked almost not expecting it before fisting my hair even tighter, pulling my face closer as if we weren't separated by air.
"I'm so fucking mad, baby." A deep groan left my mouth when she bit down on my bottom lip, drawing blood. Little psycho.
"So, fucking mad." The words were nothing but a whisper as she kissed me messily, wrapping her legs around my waist and scraping her teeth on my lower lip.
My hands traveled down her body, taking a nipple between my thumb, and twisting it gently.
I slapped at the edge of her thighs, groaning her name in the back of my throat as she dug her nails into my hair. "You're fucking mine." I said in a growl, fisting a handful of her ass and squeezing tightly. "I'm yours."
"I know." She gasped against my lips.
I slapped her right ass cheek, breathing hotly into her mouth. "No more Desmond."
"I can't just—" My mouth swooped against hers once more taking her mouth in this wet, sloppy, and desperate kiss and sucking her tongue harshly. "Fuck, fine. No more Desmond."
"Good." I was still kissing her hot and hard, taking her mouth in mine and bruising her lips with this rough and desperate fervor that was coated with softness.
Shit, it'd been so long since I had tasted her that it was too much. I wanted to kiss her all day every day.
She tugged her mouth from mine for a moment, inhaling deeply and taking a minute to breathe. I was still winded, out of air and trying to regain some sort of control I'd lost earlier.
Sneaking a glance at her, her lips were all puffy and the coat of gloss she was wearing had disappeared and I was convinced I was wearing it now.
I brushed a hard thumb against her lips. "Do you want kids?" Those words had effortlessly fallen from my mouth out of nowhere.
The topic had been stuck in my mind for the past month, but I never found the right moment to ask. Not that this was a right moment, but it was the best we got.
