CHAPTER ONE
The Last Di Sione Claims His Prize
They were wrapped in each other’s arms, and the mouth Abby had wanted from the night they had met was on hers, crushing it.
It was consuming, blatant and fierce, and, unthinking, she opened her mouth in delicious reflex. Matteo’s tongue was straight in and she, too, sought his, like some exotic sword fight, where both were winners as they partook in the deepest, sexiest kiss.
God, he was shameless, Abby thought. And then he took the energy of their kiss and didn’t just sustain it—Matteo heightened it. He was hard, and pressing into her, and she could feel every delicious inch. His hands were travelling down to her bottom and pulling her into him. Yet rather than pull back Abby was just as on fire as he.
And then they remembered the rules and pulled their mouths rather than their bodies back.
‘When we win … we kiss,’ Matteo said.
She could live with that. They were breathing so hard, just staring at each other.
‘When we place, we kiss,’ he said, kissing her cheek as if it were her mouth, and that made her laugh. ‘And if we lose,’ he continued, making out with her ear, ‘then we have to commiserate …’
