Chapter 23. After the High, Back to Cold

Rico drove back to his mansion at lightning speed, turned off the engine, and jumped out of the car.

Calla did same and she let him drag her through the huge mansion doors, to the spacious living room. He stopped and jerked her to face him, claiming her lips.

He kissed her with so much urgency, holding the back of her head to keep her steady.

Calla pushed down his jacket from her shoulders and held the nape of his neck.

He pulled away. “Come,” he said, pulling her by her wrist, up to his room.

He didn’t bother with locking his room door. With his hand on her throat, he pulled her into a bruising kiss, and she melted into his arms. Her already ripped clothes did nothing to hide her naked frame.

Rico pushed it down her legs and she stepped out of it. He ripped her undies next, then he slowly brought them to his nose and took a long whiff of them.

“Fottutamente inebriante…” ‘Fucking intoxicating…” he muttered with his eyes closed.