Twenty-Three

Luciano

Follia!

This was madness!

I grunted as I pushed the weights up as far as I could, a strain building up in the muscles of my arms. My eyes were closed and I tried regulating my breathing.

Breathe in, breathe out, get Raven the hell out of my head.

That had been my damned mantra for the past one fucking week. And man I was too damn close to throw all caution to the fucking wind and take her exactly how she wanted.

Hard, fast, and rough against my desk.

"Fuck!" I cursed, throwing down the weights as an image of her bent over my desk, her delicious pert ass up in the air, ready for taking drifted into my head. Since when was I a damn sucker for women?

I sure as hell wasn't.

And while Raven was…beautiful enough. A voice in my head snorted at the thought. Beautiful enough?! She was damnation on heels, ready to choke the life out of me and it seemed I would fucking enjoy it.

Ever since that kiss in Vegas, I had been out of my fucking mind. Perhaps it started way before then.