CRIMSON 🩸

IRIS

Damn!. I would be fucking lying if I said she wasn't the most gorgeous woman my eyes have ever landed upon. Her long hazel hair, olive green eyes, button nose and pink lips had me going crazy. Yes crazy.

I was on the verge of throwing her over my shoulder and devouring on any surface I could find.

And the one thing you should know is that, I never loose my cool. Never..

The thing that made it worse, is that I felt a spark of anger when Leo touched her. And it was just a handshake!. Can you believe it?, I couldn't.

Here I am struggling to breathe in this SUV because of the certain goddess that was sitting next to me.

Iris....a perfect name for a more than perfect girl. God what is wrong with me.

"We're here Don" Miguel notified as the car came to a halt Infront of the double doors of my property. "Leo, guide her to her room and explain the rules in detail. I have work to do" not even sparing my goddess a glance I exit the car and march towards the entrance.

I open my office door as the bar in the corner welcomed my presence. I immediately poured myself a glass of scotch and downed it. The burning sensation in my throat was nothing compared to heat that made my cock rock hard.

This can't continue. This is bad. I curse as I down the refilled cup. I can't get the image of her out of my head. It's consuming me whole.

I made my way to my black leathered couch and sank on it.

It starts to rain, but it only adds to the brutal heat that was tempting me to elicit a moan out of her pretty pink lips. I refill my glass, only to immediately down it.

Thunder could be heard in this dark abode of mine. I stared at the wall. I'm going mad.

Ever since i heard her notorious name, I found her intriguing and when I met her at that roof top I found her amusing and smart.
But today, when I finally saw her, her real self ,I've completely lost it.

How could she even exist?. She's tactical, observant and an ethereal beauty who's intellect surpasses a million. There is no woman like her in my eyes. She's perfect.

In all my years of living, the last person who tried or thought about shooting me was 7 feet under or turned into a trophy by being dipped epoxy resin.

Yet when she shot at me the thought of doing harm to her didn't even cross my mind the slightest bit. Instead, it turned me on.

Fuck. I'm done for. I, Dane D'esvito Romano is a dead fucking man for this girl. I laugh darkly as I lay on the couch. "Oh my dear iris, dovresti incolpare il cielo per averti reso così irresistibile. Perché non ti lascerò mai andare. Mai".(you should blame the heavens for making you soo irresistible. Because I am Never letting you go. Never)