It’s no secret we are die hard fans of this book! We bloody LOVED it and couldn’t get enough of one Mr Antonio Spinelli.
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DELETED SCENE FROM SPIN – BY CD REISS
I woke before the sun came up and got into the shower. I’d dreamed I was Marina, the little bird of a girl. I knew it because I chirped. And Antonio was on top of me, wearing nothing but his gun holster, fucking the life out of me. I came again and again as he said, sweetie pie bird whore - sweetie pie bird whore – sweetie pie bird whore with the scent of burned pinewood and broken plaster everywhere.
I couldn’t get it out of my head.
I’d just given up everything. When I’d gone to Antonio’s house, and when I’d been crushed at the sight of Marina, I’d severed relationship with Daniel when I got upset at another man’s betrayal.
I came into the bedroom with the towel wrapped around me. Antonio, in a dark suit and tie, sat by the window, a hand on each arm of the chair, legs apart as if he wanted to take up more space. Behind him, the sun lightened the sky in advance of its appearance.
“I don’t want to scare you,” he said.
“You keep saying that, then doing scary things.”
“You never get shaken.”
“How did you get past the security system?”
“It’s my job.” He held his hand out for me. I stood in front of him, just a step away from the space between his knees. “I want to explain about Marina.”
“I don’t know if I want to hear it.”
He reached up and pulled at the top of my towel, unhooking it from itself. It opened, revealing my body to him in the morning light.
“You need to hear it.”
I didn’t know if my nipples were hard from the air on them, or his gaze, which stroked every inch of me. Just the two of us, not touching, not moving or speaking, my nudity a provocation no greater than his posture in suit and tie. The space between us was tangible enough to touch. I reached my hand into that space, and his hand came to meet mine. It was a strong hand, wide and graceful. I didn’t care what he did for a living, who he’d killed or what he’d done to get him chased from his home. I didn’t care who Marina was to him. I would have sold my soul and my body to have him just one more time.
“I hate this,” I said.
He laced his fingers in mine. “You don’t look like you hate it.”
“I hate being of two minds. I hate my body right now. The way it reacts to you. My skin. God, if I could crawl out of it. It wants you so bad and all I want to do is be good. All I wanted to do is be loyal and faithful and you’re like this loaded gun I want to put to my head so I can blow my brains out and stop thinking. Stop talking my body out of what it wants. But those thoughts are the only thing saving me right now. Because if I let you have me, you’ll walk away the same man. Me? I’ll walk away and have no life to go back to.”
“Once I take you, you’re not walking away.”
“I do say.”
I got on my knees, falling between his legs like a supplicant. “Will you put me on that bed? Right now? Before I make any big decisions?”
He leaned forward, putting his hands on my neck. “That’s backwards. First we make a decision, then I’m going to take you.” He kissed me, my lips and my jaw, my ear and my chin. “And when I do, I promise you, I will not walk away from you for all the world. You will be the last woman I touch.”
His eyes looked up and down my face, as if kissing it. Even in the morning half light I saw the lust in his expression. I should have been scared, but I could only hope he was there to fulfill the dream he’d woken me from. A dream that made me weak and stupid. I felt everything. I thought nothing.
“Antonio,” I said, my voice still husky with sleep. “I want you.”
“Can I have you?”
“No. Not now.” He sat on the edge of the bed and turned the light on. “I need to explain about Marina.”
“You could have called.”
He laughed a true, hearty laugh, his smile going right to his eyes. They twinkled in the dull light. I wanted to see him laugh like that on the beach with the breeze in his hair. Antonio, without a care in the world.
“I wanted to see your face,” he said, slowly pulling me toward him and kissing me. He’d just brushed his teeth, and he tasted clean to the core. “It’s how I tell if you believe me.”
He pushed me onto the bed and lay to the side of me.
“I won’t. Even your truths sound like lies,” I said, wanting more than anything to believe him, no matter what he said. If it put his naked body next to mine, I wanted all of it to be the truth.
“We can pretend it’s all made up then.” He put his hand on my knee and drew it upward, his thumb stroking the inside of my thigh. “Because it’s hard to talk about.”
“Okay, tell me the story.” I didn’t know if I’d even hear him with his hand on the inside of my leg. He could have told me he was Prince Charming and I was Cinderella and I would have nodded and forgotten it inside the tingling sensation of my skin.
I put my lips to the top of his head, getting lost in the sharp, musky smell of him. “Tell me about Marina.”
“I knew Marina from home. She’d been sent to Napoli to live so she could be raised in the old way. She had childish ideas about me.”
“Where did she get them?”
He looked away, then back at me, “My family, and I will take some responsibility. I was resigned to it, possibly. I was a consigliore. My decisions weren’t my own.”
“And they are now? I’m asking because I get the feeling breaking it off with her isn’t going to go well.” He started to speak, but I silenced him by tightening my hand on his arm. “You think your family is so different from mine. It’s not. There are expectations on us, and they’re serious. Defying them can be a problem.”
He picked his head up and looked me in the eyes. “I can never go home. Not if I want to live. I was a consigliore, and I did things I wasn’t supposed to. I went on a vendetta. It’s not allowed.”
He leaned back and opened my legs again. He took a sharp breath at the sight of my crotch, making me feel exposed and vulnerable.
He slid his thumb in the shadows where my legs met, the pad of it brushing my soaking skin.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “I can’t keep my hands off you.”
“I’m still mad at you,” I said. “You didn’t tell me first thing.”
I couldn’t speak when he used his thumb to stroke my clit.
“I regret that.”
“But do you feel remorse?”
“Look at me,” he said. When I did, he slid two fingers in me. I groaned with pleasure. Whatever was going to happen, I couldn’t stop it for love or money. “I’ve given this a lot of thought.” His thumb stroked my clit in gentle circles. “And here’s what I’ve decided. I want you, and you’re mine. That’s the end of it. I can’t take you today, maybe not tomorrow.” He pulled his two fingers out and added a third, increasing the pressure of his thumb. I pushed into him, and every bit of feeling became a vibrating wave form controlled by his hand. I’d never come with a dick or a finger inside me, but I couldn’t have imagined being closer. “But I have to decide what I want in this life, and it’s you. Look at me.” I did. His face was earnest, serious, and I felt like I was going to explode. “Do you want to be mine?”
“Yes, God yes. But I don’t know how.”
“We’ll both get rid of the obstacles. Mine first. Then yours.”
“I can’t wait to get my mouth on your pussy. I’m going to make you come until you beg me to stop.” He pulled his fingers out, then pushed them back in, every stroke a new awakening. “Then I’m going to fuck you like you’re my puttana. All night. You won’t walk the next day.”
His thumb pressed on my clit, circling like a clock gone wild, and I knew it was going to happen. I was going to come, even with his fingers in me. They weren’t a distraction or a worry, the things that usually stopped me, they were holding me together, even my pussy clenched around them, a tight, wet wall of sensation, and my consciousness flowed down my spine, to between my legs.
“No one else, Contessa. There’s no one between us. You’re done with him.”
“Antonio,” I groaned, and came. My hips levitated from the mattress even as my knees went weak. I lost myself to him and his fingers. I was his. From that moment to the depth and breadth of infinity.
When he pulled out of me, I involuntarily clenched around him, as if I wanted to draw him back. He kissed me, his jacket ticking my naked chest. When I reached for his belt, he pulled away. I went for his pants again, feeling the rock hard erection under them. He moved my hand away.
“Not yet,” he said.
“I’m a good Catholic boy.”
I laughed and he laughed with me.
So….what’s it about?
***You do NOT need to read Songs of Submission to read Spin***
Mafia capo, Antonio Spinelli blew through my orderly life like a cyclone.
Gorgeous and passionate, with a breathtaking brutality, he put me under his spell the moment he touched me, drawing me into his underworld of risk, violence and betrayal.
And I found, just as this sophisticated savage didn’t trust me, I didn’t trust myself. Something happened to me. Some alchemy from the heat between us.
I discovered I was a savage, too.
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