Danger Prone

How Bad Do You Want It?

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"Miss?"

I turned around and the shopkeeper was staring back at me.

"I'm afraid that our store closes in five minutes, you'll need to take that wedding dress off."

Yes, I was trying on wedding dresses. Hey, a girl could dream.

I unzipped the back of my dress as I walked back into the changing room. When I opened the door, I noticed a maraschino cherry sitting on the little table. It hadn't been there when I was changing into the dress....

I quickly tossed it into the trash and changed back into my regular clothes.

Once I left the store, I headed to work. I had to work an extra shift tonight because of the... incident, that happened last time that made me miss work.

"Ava you're here! Thank god! I am so fucking sore from that Italian guy Cristiano, damn he's good", Layla sighed.

Why did my heart drop at her words? Was he fucking Layla? Little pangs of jealousy penetrated into my heart.

"What's wrong?"

I shook away my thoughts and forced a smile.

"Nothing, I'm going to get changed. See ya later,"

Once I had changed into my lingerie, curled my hair, and put on my makeup, I walked out to meet my client. I stopped dead in my tracks at who he was.

Cristiano Luciano fucking Andfredelli was sprawled across the couch smiling at me.

"Bongiorno rosssa," he slurred.

I clenched my teeth and scoffed.

"What the fuck are you doing here Cristiano? Go home and stop harassing me!"

He just laughed.

"I'm not harassing you cherry, we just keep running into each other.

Just running into each other my ass.

I put my hands on my hips and glared at him.

"Look, buddy, I don't know what the hell you want with me, but you need to leave me alone. If you want to be a client then feel free, but stop following me around and- and... torturing me! Why the hell are you so obsessed with me?!"

He quirked his eyebrow at me.

"Why am I obsessed with you? I wouldn't call it obsessed.... I would say merely curious."

Yeah, right.

"Don't try and deny that you aren't the slightest bit interested in me Ava, whether you like it or not, you enjoyed every little bit of what we've done and you know it."

My cheeks burned because I knew he was right. I wouldn't deny that I wasn't attracted to him, but I sure as hell wasn't going to admit it to him.

Then I remembered that he was fucking Layla.

"If you're so interested in me, then why are you side-fucking Layla?!

"I never said that I was "interested" in you Ava, I simply said that I was curious."

"Oh yeah? Well, you sure seemed interested when you were ramming your fingers up my pussy last night!"

Take that you Italian sausage!

He grinned darkly.

"I'd watch that pretty little mouth of yours if I were you," he said.

"Why? What could you possibly do?" I retorted.

He stepped closer.

"I could fuck your little mouth with my dick right here, right now. And the sickest part is, you wouldn't even try and stop me."

Heat washed over my body because even though I didn't want to admit it, deep down inside I knew that he was right.

"Get. Away. From. Me. Cristiano." I seethed and he backed off.

"Okay, if you don't want me around then I'll just go back to fucking your friend Layla, she sure was a screamer," he said with a wink.

Jealousy pooled in me and he knew it. His dark eyes seemed to twinkle at just how jealous I was.

Why the fuck was I jealous of him and Layla? He was an arrogant bastard who stalks people!

Dammit, Ava! Why are you always attracted to the hot creeps?!

"You can't run from me Ava, I can see how much you want me, you just won't admit it to yourself. You want me, I'm curious about you, why don't we remedy my curiousness," he whispered huskily and heat pooled between my thighs.

"What do you mean you're "curious" about me?" I managed to get out.

"I can see right through you Ava Capello. You portray yourself as if you don't care about anything; your job, life, yourself. I know you hate pleasuring all those old horny bastards who just come so that they can masturbate to your beauty. I know you want love, just like everyone else. You want a man who cares about you and protects you as if you were his own flesh and blood.

"But there's another side I see of you, this is the one that has me the most curious. That first day when that old dick was fingering you, you weren't turned on at all. Those fake moans you were making may have fooled him, but they sure as hell didn't fool me. Yet when it was me who was fingering you, you were so turned on that your skin was blistering hot and your eyes were rolling back in your head."

I was standing there shaking because he was right. I never felt anything pleasurable when those old men touched me, but with Cristiano, his fingers, and his mouth were like magic. Every nerve in my body would tingle when his skin met mine.

He was standing inches away from me and both of us were breathing heavily. I looked into his eyes and they seemed darker; he was turned on right now.

I looked down and I could tell that his erection was throbbing painfully against the zipper of his khakis.

My breath hitched and he cupped my chin with his right hand. His eyes burned into mine.

"How badly do you want me, Ava?" He whispered.

"Bad," I answered with no hesitation.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down slightly and he avoided my eyes.

He wanted this just as badly as I did.

Then a hand covered my mouth from behind me and I screamed.

Cristiano grabbed my hand and roughly pulled me behind his back.

I clung to his shirt for dear life.

"Cristiano, shouldn't you be in Brooklyn?" The person asked.

I peered around Cristiano's back and the sight frightened me.

He was a large man, even taller than Cristiano, and he was wearing a dark suit and had dark eyes identical to Cristiano's.

"I have business here, Benito." Cristiano answered sharply.

The man peered around Cristiano directly at me.

"An American? Cristiano, Italian women are far spicier," the man grinned and I scowled back at him.

"That's true, but this one is feisty, she interests me, and that's why I've decided not to kill her."

Um... What did he just say?

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