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" Haven’t even fucked her yet and she’s shuddering under my touch.
It’s in this moment that I know I’m done waiting.
Done waiting for her to fully come to me.
I’m over being patient.
Gabriella is going to be mine in every way I can have her.
“You can walk away from this right now. Today. I will allow it. You’re tired and I prefer you get some decent rest if you won’t get it here.”
“Allow?”
My hand circles around the front of her throat, unable to not touch her in any way that I can. I feel like a beggar needing water who’s just been handed a jug. All I want to do is roam over her skin and memorize how every silky inch feels. I know my touch is possessive and out of fucking order, seeing as only hours ago she was still treating me as her boss only. But she made that switch when she turned up, didn’t she? She can’t take that back now.
“Yes, allow. I gave you time to come to me. Here you are, Gabriella. Now you can put us in my hands.”
She blinks and I feel the pulse in her delicate throat start to jump. What she doesn’t do is move out from under my hands. I feel as though she’s gifted me a prize. So close to her, her scent is arresting, she smells fucking good, lickable.
She sucks her lower lip between her teeth and I want to bite it hard.
“What… what does that even mean?”
“It means you can no longer deny what we are, cara. It’s time for me to make the decisions in how we proceed from here. No more waiting.”
“What are we?”
“An explosion. "
― V. Theia , Manhattan Target (From Manhattan #6)
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" Dominic, with the powerful aura, got under my skin before I had a chance to ward him off and now I’m screwed.
Even more now I know his taste and how hard he feels against the soft, wet parts of me.
Dominic just introduced me to the most dangerous man in New York.
Fuck. Fuck. Clarity pours over me.
Does this mean Dominic is a member of the mafia after all?
Only it wasn’t only a little kiss, was it? I’m sexually frustrated and Dom is standing there with his hands in his tailored pants pockets, aroused.
The bulge is unmistakable.
“Gabriella…”
God, I’m wet too. If I rub my thighs together, I’ll feel how much. He’s hard, I’m wet… it’s a match made in heaven.
“Gabriella…” he says again, thick and tarnished as I look him up and down.
“Yeah?”
“I said you’re too far away,” he murmurs, cutting his dark gaze my way. Stirring me. “Come here to me, cara.” he hooks two fingers with a motion and smirks like a devil with the key to all my desires. I swear my belly bottoms out as my feet carry me forward. Unable to refuse the invisible rope he has around my waist, pulling me closer.
“Bossy aren’t you?”
“I am your boss.”
“I don’t think you want to remind me of that.”
He hums and the rumble hurtles down between my thighs.
How does he do that? Turn me on with just a noise.
“I guess you’d like it if I called you sir, wouldn’t you?”
His eyes flare and then darken, he drops his chin to his chest.
“Do you really wish to turn me on right this moment?”
Oh, fuck.
Do I?
I do.
Yeah, I really do. "
― V. Theia , Manhattan Target (From Manhattan #6)
