"It’s done. Try not to tear them open and take it slowly," she advised, standing up, and showing Noah her work in a small mirror.
"You did too many stitches. A few less would’ve been enough. And it’s not that precise."
Inéz glanced at him. "Was that some sort of critique? If so, feel free to choke on it."
Amusement filled his eyes. He reached out and pulled her closer, standing up from the bath's side at the same time. He took the mirror from her hand and set it aside. A smile creeped out onto his face. "I might have a better idea, cara," he whispered and leaned in.
His lips pressed firmly to hers before she had the chance to react to it. Not that she would have pushed him away. But it took a minute for her brain to start working again and keep up with the man. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer. Adrenaline rushed through her veins, igniting her every need like Christmas lights.
He grasped her hips, pinning her to the wall as he tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth. She moaned into the kiss and brushed his hair with her fingers. It was sosoft that she didn’t even want to let go of it. The heat was almost unbearable all the way down. Noah’s palm slid to her ass, squeezing it. She pulled at his hair, which had the same impact on him as when he played with her lower lip, biting it lightly. The man moaned lowly and pushed her into the wall harder. He found his way under her dress and ran his hands all over her body. Then he slid the strings and yanked a piece of clothing down, leaving her in the underwear.
Inéz pulled her head away a little bit, a feeling of deja vu flashing in her mind. Noah opened his eyes and smirked, brushing her hair back to gain a better view of her chest.
"Buon compleanno, Inéz," he rasped, wishing her happy birthday, still slightly breathless.
He nuzzled his head into the nape of her neck and licked it, then started kissing down. The girl got on her tiptoes with an overwhelming need to have him as close as possible.
Noah reached her chest and lifted her without any problem.
"You shouldn’t be carrying me. The stitches are too fragile for something like that." Inéz whined, resting her palm near his wound. Her head lowered, examining it. There was going to be a scar for sure. Another one to the collection that adorned his perfectly shaped body.
"I don’t fucking care," he murmured, laying her body down on his king-sized bed.
There was only need in his eyes as he looked at her. The same hunger that she had seen in the club yesterday. She smiled at him, a dark blush covering her cheeks. It was like she was the most confident person in the worldone minute and the shyest one the next. With Noah, it all mixed together and she wasn’t sure of anything anymore.
The man went back to kissing her body and sliding down to her stomach, stopping just by the waistband of her panties. He didn't even care that they were still smeared with blood. His eyes once again rested on her. "As much as I hate thinking about Elio right now I have to ask," he started.
"I’m not a virgin." she answered, realizing what he wanted to know.
Anger flashed in him. As possessive as he was when it came to the girl, he usually didn’t look for an inexperienced woman. But with her, it was the exact opposite.
He sighed, taking control of his emotions. It wouldn’t be reasonable to make a big deal out of it. It wasn’t his kind of behavior.
Before they could go back to it, steps sounded in the hallway and the doors swung open. Flavio came in with a determined expression. As he saw them on the bed, his older brother hovering over Inéz, he rolled his eyes. "Dire situation my ass," he snarled.
Noah laughed. "I’m glad to be alive too, brother. You can go back to whatever you were doing, or whoever you were doing," he joked, dismissing his Underboss.
"As much as I would love to, we have a problem," he said. "Get yourself together. I’ll be waiting downstairs," he added and left.
Inéz laughed, pushing Noah lightly to escapehis grip. "It would be a day wasted ifthere wasn’t a problem in the Famigliaworld," she mocked, standing up.
She moved to the bathroom where her dress had been tossed on the floor, only to find it all covered in blood. Just like her body. TheCapojoined her, grabbing her waist from behind, kissing the side of her neck.
"Take one of my shirts," he said, pointing to his walk-in closet on the other side of the room.
Inéz nodded, already imagining what would hear the moment she got down to the living room. Her friends won’t let it slide like that. They would for sure give her hell. Especially Drew who had always warned her not to get involved with Falcone. Repeatedly.
She quickly cleaned herself with a wipe before going into the closet in search of something to put on. Nothing seemed even remotely fitting. Nevertheless, she didn’t care that much and chose a black t-shirt that covered her thighs and soon both of them went down, meeting the others. Along with Flavio, Nicodemo had also come. All four of them were sitting on the couches.
"I’m not even going to ask," said Drew looking up and down his friend’s body. Even if her dress hadn’t been soaked in blood and she had still been wearing it, there was no denying that something had happened upstairs. She just
