Yara |18+|

09

YARA

Why am I kissing Vico Alvaro?

More importantly, why am I kissing Vico Alvaro and enjoying it?

I went to pull away, finding just a sliver of control before it was eventually snatched away by Vico's hand running along the side of my waist. Bad idea. Very bad idea. But it didn't feel like a bad idea in the moment.

His lips were unbearably soft, and it only left me wanting more and I closed my eyes to savour the feeling. Vico let out a soft moan and whispered out my name, his heartbeat racing against my own.

Stop. He pulled away from me, only to place his lips on the side of my neck and hum out a sound that nearly had me discarding my clothes right there on that very floor.

I couldn't think straight, let alone gather the strength to tell Vico to stop kissing me. This man...I don't know what he's capable of and I can't find it in me to care.

"You smell so good," he murmured, skimming his lips over my jawline. He held himself up on his palms, being careful not to crush me.

"Can I feel you? Please?" he whispered, and I found myself nodding without a second thought.

When he picked the both of us off the floor, I felt the pulse in my heart move straight to the inside of my thighs. Fuck. With a hunger that didn't stray far off from animalistic, Vico gripped my waist in his hands and planted my ass onto the counter. All without taking his lips off me.

I'm going to get in so much trouble.

I was sent to kill him and instead, I planned on spreading my legs for him and it was almost funny.  Using his hands on my thighs, he spread them apart and took his spot between them.

He's hard. So fucking hard. I groaned, feeling him snugged up right where I wanted him. There I was, desiring a man who'd just exposed my boss and broke my celibacy promise within one night. How weak am I? Very weak, clearly.

"Yara," he breathed, pushing his hands underneath the hem of my skirt to feel me over my underwear. With a hurried kiss on my lips, Vico curled his hand around the back of my neck and pushed me closer.

"Vico," I whispered, running my palms over his chest. Through his clothes, I could feel his muscles and it was all I thought about for the next few seconds.

How he would look naked—how he would look on top of me. Anger turned into lust, and lust turned into impatience as I clung onto him. He hooked his fingers over the waistband of my skirt, dragging it down until it fell over my knees and onto the floor.

Now would be a good time to stop.

Ignoring all the alarms blaring in my head, I let Vico unbutton my blouse.  Telling myself that it was a onetime thing was the comfort I needed. Telling myself that I was never going to see him after this was the push of confidence I needed.

"Vico," I placed both hands on his cheeks, pulling him away to look at him directly in the eye. His eyes were low, translating the high we were both feeling. "I'm going to ask you a question."

"Anything," he said, his gaze not faltering.

"But I need you to be honest," I told him. Despite how I felt, I needed to know I wasn't about to fuck a playboy who walked around with an infestation of some sort.

"Of course," he murmured, going to kiss me again and I stopped him.

"When was the last time you fucked someone?" I asked, holding his chin with my fingers.

He grinned lazily. "You want to fuck me?"

"Stop," I gave him the smallest slap on his cheek and his grin widened. "Answer the question."

Vico leaned in closer, his lips barely touching mine. "Two years, Yara. I haven't been with anyone—haven't kissed anyone in two years."

"You're lying," I murmured, partially shocked and partially unconvinced. But did it really matter? I ran my hands over his shoulders, feeling the need for him increase more and more with each breath I let out.

Who the fuck am I? A chill danced over my skin and I welcomed it, enjoying how it felt to be touched the way he touched me. Just one time. That's all.

"I'm not," he said, running his hands over my thighs. "And you?"

"Three years," I muttered, a lot more sheepish than I intended. Vico's gaze fell on mine, and gone was the playfulness. His brown eyes were tense, riddled with an emotion I couldn't decipher and I felt his tattooed hands squeeze my bare thighs.

The ring on his finger was cold, a beautiful contrast against the warmth of his hands.

Still feeling betrayed by Mario and everyone else, I let Vico take my mind off things for the time being and I would be lying if I said I wasn't loving it. The thrill of it, and my heart racing was a combination that had me hooking my legs around his waist to bring him closer.

"Three years?" he whispered, playing with the ends of my hair between his fingertips. "Are you going to let me taste you now or are you done with the questions?"

My heart stood still. Just for a second. I thought I couldn't throb harder but I did, and it was nearly painful. I leaned back on my palms, silently inviting him in and I stared at his full lips as I imagined how it felt to be kissed by him. Yes please.

He gripped my ass, pulling me to the edge and I gasped when he dropped to his knees.

Why am I this attracted to him?

I ran my hand over his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair and I made him look up at me. Seeing a man like him—all dominant and powerful, on his knees waiting to pleasure me brought a whole new feeling that I couldn't fathom. And it seemed like he didn't mind it too.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his lips moving against the inside of my thighs. "Is it fucked up that I wanted to do this since the moment you walked into Room Three?"

"As Emily?" I chuckled, watching as he closed his eyes to kiss my clit over my underwear. The sensation was new, unfamiliar and captivating. I wanted him to do it over and over again while I kept my eyes on him.

"I knew you weren't an Emily," he breathed, giving me the gentlest bite and I bit back a moan at another new feeling.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"I can't wait anymore," Vico murmured, staring up at me with all the desperation in the world. "Can I?"

"You can," I said quietly, about to lift my hips and allow him to take the last piece of my clothing off. The suffocating thong. I didn't care about being naked. The intense, and torturous feeling rushing through me had me wishing he'd taken it off ages ago.

Instead, Vico didn't take it off. He grinned, kissing my inner thigh and I felt him softly move my underwear to the side.

Fuck it.

"Try not to make too much noise, okay?"

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