Brando

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think rationally. She was a rational person, not someone who allowed things like this to happen—no matter how much she wanted it ... oh God, she wanted it ... but it didn’t make sense. “You ignored me for ages, now you’re jumping me,” she said, willing herself to stick to her guns, because no matter how great it felt, she knew something wasn’t right. “Why?”
    He ran a hand over her left breast, giving her a grin as though that was an adequate reply.
    She pushed up, making him move back. “Answer me. What’s this about and why did you dedicate that song to me?”
    He frowned. “I thought you’d like it.”
    “I did, but why did you dedicate it to me ? Ivy was the real reason your family survived.”
    “I don’t like her, I like you.”
    A smile pulled at her lips, then it disappeared. “Then, why have you been avoiding me? I’ve tried to talk to you numerous times and you always took off, like I had a disease.”
    He grimaced. “Ricardo told us not to touch you Vipers.”
    D scowled. “The bastard.”
    Vinnie laughed. “He’s certainly that.” He leaned forward, looking like he was going to kiss her again.
    D moved her head to the side, his explanation not good enough. “Dominic and Alessandro fuck as many Vipers as they can; Alessandro even tried it on with me,” she said, mentioning his youngest brother, who was a porn star.
    Anger crossed Vinnie’s face. “Did you let him?” he growled.
    “No,” she replied, secretly thrilled by his reaction.
    He breathed out, looking relieved. “I told him to stay away from you, but that walking cock can’t help himself.”
    She laughed. “I’ve seen him going from one room to the next. Is there something wrong with him? ’Cause that isn’t normal.”
    “He’s a sex addict.”
    “Makes sense. But what about you?”
    He frowned. “I’m not a sex addict; I haven’t fucked any of your sisterhood.”
    “No, I meant, why do you want me now? What’s changed?”
    “You’re driving me nuts, I can’t take it anymore. I tried to do what Ricardo wants, but I can’t. You’re hot as fuck. Every time you walk past me, I get an instant hard-on. You’re giving me blue-balls.”
    She burst out laughing. “You have such a romantic way with words.”
    He grinned, looking so damn cute.
    She continued, “And you’ve been winding me up tight, too.”
    “So, stop talking and let me kiss you.”
    “You can at least take me out to dinner first.”
    “We can feast on each other.” He grabbed her head and kissed her. She didn’t stop him this time, wanting what he was giving her.
    Before she knew what was happening, he’d unzipped the front of her top and unhooked her bra, the man a pro with his fingers. Seconds later, he had her naked from the waist up and his mouth on one of her breasts, making her head spin from how fast he was moving. He did something with his tongue and teeth, causing her to fling her head back and moan.
    God.
    This couldn’t be real.
    It had to be a dream, one she didn’t want to wake up from.
    He let go of her breast and hoisted her up the bed, leaving her staring at him in stunned awe. She didn’t know when he’d taken his top off, but his body left her entranced. He had tattoos covering his arms, flame designs and hellish images, and a tattoo running down the left side of his torso. He also had a six-pack, the man truly mouthwatering.
    Pushing off the bed, he smiled down at her with that cheeky grin of his. He unhooked the clasp of his leather pants, giving her a peek of his cock. She reached out for it, but he took a step back and removed a condom from his pocket. He unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out, looking so damn sexy with it jutting out of his leather pants. Keeping his eyes on her, he tore the packet open with his teeth, then slid the condom over his shaft, rolling it down slowly.
    This HAD to be a dream.
    A wet dream.
    He stepped closer, coming within touching distance. She grabbed the top of his

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