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236 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 23, 2022
He was a slut, a slut for this man.
“What are you thinking about?” Nate said, carding his fingers through his hair.
“I was thinking about how easy it would be to kill you.”
The impossible man chuckled, as if Damiano had said something funny.
Damiano didn’t exactly look reassured by that. “You can’t be here,” he bit off, even though he was leaning into the touch. “Why are you here?”
“Do you want me to go?” Jordan said, feeling a rush of fondness mixed with amusement. It was like petting a wild, dangerous cat that leaned into his touch even as it bared its teeth at him menacingly.
He shouldn’t have been such a mess when he couldn’t even define what Damiano had become to him. Someone not quite a friend and not quite a lover. Someone he loathed, needed, and adored. Someone he understood on an intimate level and didn’t understand at all. Someone who, in different circumstances, in another life, might have become more.
But might have, could have didn’t matter.
“Go ahead, caro,” he said, involuntarily adopting a gentler tone. Christ, he was disgustingly soft when it came to this man.
Rationally, Jordan knew that this was a very dangerous, cold-hearted man. But he felt like safety to him, no matter how irrational it was.
This is my man, it whispered with vicious satisfaction. Look how knowledgeable, powerful, and attractive he is.
He felt no remorse about hurting people. Except this one. This one was precious. This one was his. This one made him feel.
“I’m cold, claustrophobic, and freaked out, and I really want to hold your hand, even though I really fucking dislike you.”
“I hope you know what you’re doing. If you decide to stick around, there will be no going back. He’s not the sort of man to ever allow that.”
“You won’t scare me away. I know him.”
“He’s a different man when he’s with you—a better man. You’ve never seen him at his worst and nastiest. People fear him for a reason. He cares for you more than he’s ever cared for anyone. It scares me.”
Damiano kissed his neck, his hand gripping Jordan's side almost painfully.
"You're smarter than that. No one trusts me, caro."
"I do."
Jordan pouted. “You’re no fun. Don’t want to go to bed here.
I didn’t bring my dildo with me—can’t sleep without
your cock in me.”
Damiano swore in Italian and hung up.
Rude.
Their foreheads pressed together, and Jordan had no thoughts left, his mind going utterly blank. He inhaled Damiano’s scent greedily, his body trembling with violent need. He sank his shaking fingers into Damiano’s hair, reveling in the familiar texture. Damiano’s breathing hitched, but he didn’t move.
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“It pisses me off that your creepy stalking doesn’t even piss me off.”
“That’s ironic, because my creepy stalking does piss me off,”
“Then stop stalking me,” Jordan said.
“Thanks for the advice,” Damiano ground out. “I would if I could.”
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