The moment the heavy doors slammed shut behind us, I seized him, my fingers curling into the lapels of his jacket as I shoved him back against the solid wood. The impact sent a deep, resonant thud through the room, rattling the frame, but neither of us flinched.
The weight of the meeting with his family still clung to our skin, tension like a live wire between us, sharp and unrelenting. The air was thick with the scent of power, of restraint barely held together, of his pheromones wrapping around me like an invisible snare.
But none of it mattered now.
I needed to feel him.
To take back what had been kept just out of reach for too long.
His lips crashed into mine, fierce, possessive, stripping away the last remnants of restraint. There was nothing gentle in the way he took me, in the way our mouths clashed, teeth grazing, tongues desperate.
The taste of him flooded my senses, dark, intoxicating, something between sin and salvation. I clung to him, fingers twisted into his collar, yanking him closer, pulling him down to meet me in this violent hunger, this insatiable need.
A sound rumbled deep in his chest-a growl, a plea, a warning. It vibrated against my lips, sank into my bones, made my pulse stutter. His hands were everywhere, possessive, greedy, branding me with every touch. He gripped my waist, strong enough to bruise, lifting me as if I weighed nothing, as if I belonged nowhere else but against him.
My legs tightened around him, pulling him closer as we moved in perfect rhythm, no need for thought-just instinct, just us. Our bodies knew the way, a familiar path traced in heat and longing, lost in a fever that stripped away every last thread of control.
The room blurred around us, shadows stretching in the dim light, the heavy scent of leather and musk wrapping around us like a second skin.
The meeting with his family had stretched long into the evening, dragging well past the excommunication of Antonio and Alonzo. The air had been thick with tension, every word edged with finality, every decision carving new lines into the foundation of the Rossi name.
