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Silas’s Pov

It was safe to say I was fucked.

I Stepped out of my car, the dark night sky of Rome staring down at me, glittering with stars. Another fair reminder that I would not be seeing her tonight.

Not those innocent brown eyes, not that richly colored hair, so fucking savory I wanted to curl them around my hand as I pounded the heck out of her. Her lips—soft, plump, so fucking perfect.

I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. This was madness, this obsession with her wasn’t healthy. She belonged to someone else, to that bastard that caused a scene in my club nights ago. That shitty asshole didn’t deserve her if he couldn’t keep her properly. Hell, if she were mine, I doubt I could ever leave her side.

Stomping towards the club, Frank, the big bad bouncer, tipped his head and bowed then pushed the door open.

“Welcome boss.”

I gave him a sharp nod, hesitated then stepped in. I had been so fucking close to ask if he had seen the object of my obsession but then that would give me away.

The club was loud, Blue Eyes usually was and I was fucking proud of it. It was the one place people could let loose and do whatever shit they wanted but only within the boundaries I set.

You see, I run the whole eternal city and I am worshipped like a god; demi god. Blue Eyes was more than just a club, it was a neutral ground for businesses you do that the government shouldn’t be aware of.

I was the boss, I was in control but the only one thing I needed to control was out of reach.

Even now, as I settled in a corner of the bar, sloshing a martini in my glass, I couldn’t help reliving the moment I had seen her.

She had looked out of place, glancing around the club, looking lost and confused. Her hands, delicate hands, slim and slender and so damn soft like the rest of her trembled when she raised the glass to her lips.

Fuck, I wanted her then. Immediately, the urge slammed right into me like a damn truck. I wanted to lick the droplets that remained on her lips, ravage that innocent mouth with mine.

And there was the rest of her.

She had the most graceful neck I had ever seen or had the pleasure of holding. When she arched under my touch, I felt fucking satisfied. And those sounds she made, oh fuck! Those naughty sounds that slipped from her lips. I loved a responsive woman and good grief, she was. Right there on her stool, she had gotten all soaked.

For me!

All for me!

A low growl slipped from my throat and I adjusted on my seat trying not to nut through the seams of my pants. Two whole days and I still longed for her, for what could have happened between us. I tossed my drink back in anger, if that bastard hadn’t interrupted, I would have shown her the fucking stars. I had wanted badly to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.

Ah, hell! I shouldn’t be obsessed with her besides nothing good came out if being fixed on a woman, but hell I couldn’t help it. I had even kept the stool she sat on, it was madness.

“A penny for that frown on your face?” A sugary Italian accent interrupted my thoughts.

I looked up to see a redhead grinning down at me, she was dressed to kill. Her eyes were sultry brown, darkened around the edges with some mascara or whatever the hell women used on their faces, I didn’t give a damn. Her boobs were petite, slightly exposed in the black rockstar dress she wore. The lace gathers on her thighs were quite enticing, but all I could imagine were the pale creamy thighs if another brown eyed witch that had enticed me.

“How about a kiss instead?” I grunted, pulling her by the hand so that she fell all over my thighs. Her hair, heavy and wavy, swayed with each movement and she giggled endlessly.

It irked me.

Imogen did not giggle. No, she sighed and moaned, made the most sensual of sounds that drove me mad and stirred up intense feelings within. I wanted to hear her make those naughty sounds, I wanted to see her eyes widened as I played with her pussy, her juices dripping everywhere, running down my fingers making my mouth wet. I wanted to hear her scream when I sank balls deep into her.

Fuck!

I’ll bet her walls could cling tighter around my cock like they did to my fingers.

“Ooh, is that for me?” The giggling redhead said, reaching for my hard on through the pants.

She would do what I supposed. The chances that I would see Imogen again were slim but I could alway track her and force my way into her life. Then that would scare her, would it not? Or she doesn’t have to know. My obsession with her was going to be the death of me if I didn’t find a way to get rid of it.

And the redhead stroking my cock was a very good place to start. I reached for the skull necklace around her pretty neck and tugged her behind me to my private room.

“It’s dark,” she commented when I closed the door behind her.

“Si, it is,” I replied, snaking an arm around her waist.

Our lips met, and I gripped her jaw in place, ravaging that sexy tongue. Oh, she was good, damn good at kissing but she paled in comparison to Imogen still.

I pulled away, our breathing got really heavy with desire. Whatever passion I felt at that moment came from lusting after a woman I couldn’t have. A woman I desperately aches for.

“Your knees, now,” I ordered.

Irritated with myself for constantly thinking about her. She was probably with that bastard moaning all over his fucking cock and slobbering for his affection and I hated the thought of that.

She was mine!

She ought to be mine!

The redhead got busy, her hands feverishly pulled down my pants. She gasped when my cock slipped out to hit her face and giggled.

“Impressive,”

“Get to it,” I snapped, feeling edgy at her hesitance. I didn’t need her patronizing me, I needed to get the fucking edge off.

She gave me the stink eye and made me slip her mouth down the shaft when I heard a sound.

My damn ringtone.

With a hiss, I reached for the phone in my chest pocket and frowned. A strange number?

“Ignore it,” the redhead purred, battling her lashes at me.

“Leave,” I replied, stepping away from her.

She blinked in surprise and when she saw the set look on my face, huffed and rose to her feet.

“I’ll be waiting,” she grumbled and walked out of the room.

I picked the call and the voice I heard surprised me.

“Imogen?”