Page 13 of Bulletproof Baby
"I promise to tell you as much as I possibly can that won't put your life in danger," she says. "Please just give us a few minutes to talk."
Frankie moves his mouth to say something, but no words come out. Instead, he stomps across the living room, grabbing a hoodie and walks out of the front door.
"I apologize, Lia." The words leave my lips before the door slams shut behind her cousin.
"Is that all you have to say? Can you tell me how you knew where I was? And what in the hell possessed you to think that Frankie and I would…? That I would move on? I was a virgin when we met, and you're the only person I've been with. You're the only guy I want to be with. Well, you used to be. You need to answer my questions, Valentino. Now."
I take a deep breath. "This is why I should have kept my dick in my pants. The auction was an impulse buy. You were an impulse fuck. I gave into what you wanted before truly considering what that would do to me. Once I crave something, someone, I don't stop until that craving is satisfied, Lia. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you."
My phone chimes, pulling me away from the conversation. I have to take it. I am still the CEO of Barten Security. It doesn't matter if the woman I'm craving is living her life without me at the center of it.
"Fuck, you must think I'm insane," I mumble to myself as I scroll through the notifications on my phone. Emails, messages, calls—all need to be returned—but one alert sticks out more than the others. It's labeled Bonetti in a private folder only Armande and I have access to.
The minute I open it, the names of Lia's family and friends pop up in a neat little list with pictures. Frankie Mirante is listed as cousin/brother. I snicker and pull up the photo that got me out of the office and banging down a door to an apartment above a florist shop.
When I hold the phone up to show her, she smiles, running her hand across the screen. "Don't you understand happiness and love when you see it, Valentino? I haven't seen Frankie in months because of work and this shit with Saul. I've had to keep my distance from the people I care about; the people who care about me. Frankie's always been there for me. He loves me like a sister and is fucking happy to see me. That’s what that picture is. Also, send it to me, he would love to see that."
"I see." I pull the phone away from her, scrolling through the rest of the file packet until I see the information I need to know. "Why does Saul Caputo have video footage of Saint Bartholomew's construction site from four months ago? Why aren't there any cameras set up now?"
"You can't just show up to my cousin's place demanding answers about my life. I didn't ask for your help beyond taking my virginity to get Saul off my back."
She has no idea what Saul's capable of. "How is that working out for you? Did your parents pay him? Did he turn over this footage to you guys so you can stop paying him his extortion money?"
"How do you have that information?"
"I'm the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar security firm, Lia. The woman I'm seeing? Her parents are indebted to a man I'd like to bury in every sense of the word, but I can't because of my ties to La Familia. I won't ignite a war unless it's absolutely necessary. Which means I need to know what we're fighting when it comes to Saul Caputo."
She sighs. "You just gloss over details as if I'm inside of your head. When did I become the woman you're seeing? This weekend was supposed to be just that. This weekend. Everything's going to be fine with my parents. As a matter of fact, I think you should stay away from me."
"Why?" I ask her.
Lia takes a timid step back, drawing me closer to her. A low-cut shirt, tight jeans that show off every thick curve, her jet-black hair in a low ponytail. It's perfect for me to grab as I fantasize about guiding every inch of my cock in and out of her soft mouth.
I hook my index finger toward her, calling her to come closer. She gives me half a grin, still backing away, moving around the sofa as if this is a game of cat and mouse. Lia doesn't know what I'll do once I catch her, but I can play this game if she wants.
"Tell me why I need to stay away from you, Lia?" I ask her again.
She shakes her head. "My parents aren't done with Caputo. The money doesn't matter to him anymore. He wants me close to you to steal information, to figure out something he can use against you."
"Good girl. Now come here, Lia."
She stops moving, but I don't. The swiftness of me rounding the couch to get to her catches her by surprise. It's something about her. I can't be around Lia and not want to touch her, kiss her, taste her. We've been wasting too many words when I have to show her what it means when I tell her she is what I crave.
The flutter of her breaths makes her bottom lip tremble for a second before we're face-to-face and I have to capture her lip, capture her. In the blink of an eye, one arm is around her waist while the other hand reaches behind her head, pulling her close enough to kiss.
Finally, her body pressing against mine feels like she's where she's supposed to be. In my arms, in my embrace, where our passion collides in a kiss that makes me want to fuck her here and now. Instead, I drop to my knees to give Lia a proper apology for my behavior.
7
LIA
Tiny goosebumps flare across my skin as Valentino undoes my pants, aggressively yanking them down to my ankles. I step out of them in a hurry with Valentino tossing the freed leg over his shoulder. He licks his lips as he stares at my pussy. Flashes of everything that can go wrong fly through my head, wondering if I should make him stop. However, my apprehension disappears the moment I feel him slide my panties to the side and curve his tongue around my clit.
The way he sucks gently, using his strong arms to anchor me against his face, forces me to lean back. My hands grip the ledge of the counter as my eyes shoot up to the ceiling. The pleasurable sensation shooting up the center of my core from my sex makes me roll my hips into Valentino's face.
His moans and short breaths of urgency have my heart racing at how badly he wants me. He can't get enough.
Valentino moves his mouth fluidly to bring me to an orgasm. The eruption of bliss his tongue delivers is like nothing I remember from the weekend. The way his mouth navigates my walls shows me the sincerity of his apology. But we have to stop this.