Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“Spread your legs wider, Dandelion,” Amadeo says, mouth at my ear, teeth at my neck. “Give it to him. Offer him a taste of your pretty little pussy.”
I do as he says, and Amadeo kisses my mouth. It’s a deep, full kiss, devouring and wholly erotic, wet, as wet as Bastian’s tongue on my sex. And it isn’t long before I’m panting into Amadeo’s mouth. He draws back to watch me come, to watch as Bastian’s teeth graze my clit, drawing a cry from me before he closes his mouth over it and sucks. His fingers slide inside me, curling a little, just enough to make my vision go dark around the edges as my world tilts on its axis.
It's over too soon, and I’m left panting as Amadeo straightens me to sit up, and Bastian draws back, fingers of one hand digging into my thigh as he turns almost black, angry eyes to me. He wipes the back of his hand over his mouth before he swims away. I watch as he gets to the opposite edge and lifts himself up, muscles flexing in powerful arms and shoulders, water glistening off tanned olive skin. He doesn’t turn to look at his brother or me but grabs the towel he must have dropped on a chair and keeps walking, his back to us, until he disappears into the house.
28
Bastian
This isn’t what I want. She isn’t what I want. What I should want, at least.
I stand in the shower, the water cold but not cold enough to do anything about my erection. I grip myself and give a punishing tug.
She is my enemy.
Her heart is the heart on the tattoo on my chest. I will crush it. It’s what I know, what I have known for fifteen long years.
But as I stand here jerking my dick, all I can think about is how she looked at me because I am her enemy too. Or I should be. But I see again how she opened for me. How sweet she tasted. How she sounded when she came on my tongue.
The slit of her shaved pussy swims before my closed eyes, and I set one hand on the shower wall. My dick grows harder in my fist, and when I come, it’s her eyes I see. Her gasps I hear.
“Fuck!”
I switch the water to ice cold and make myself stand under it. It’s not enough. Jerking myself off doesn’t sate me. And the cold doesn’t touch my brain. Doesn’t do anything to wash the image of her away. I turn off the shower and step out, snatching a towel to dry off as I head to the walk-in closet.
I don’t want this. I never wanted it. When her father died so unexpectedly and we learned of her plan to come to Naples with the body, we knew we’d take her. It was our opportunity. But she wasn’t flesh and blood and human then. She was a Russo. The embodiment of our hate. We needed her to bring down her brother, and if she’d be destroyed in the process, so be it. But having her here, it’s all different.
Maybe I should take my own advice. Fuck her. Get her out of my system. But if I’m honest with myself, what I’m afraid of is that fucking her will have the opposite effect like it has on my brother.
Christ. I’m going around in fucking circles.
I get dressed and comb through my hair, not bothering to shave. Hell, maybe I’ll grow a full beard. I don’t recognize myself these days, anyway. I walk out of my bedroom and down the stairs to the library, where Amadeo is waiting for me.
“You okay?” he asks after looking me over.
I sigh, close the door, and drop onto the couch. “I don’t know. Are you? Are we?”
He gets up and pours us each a whiskey. He hands me one and leans against his desk, watching me.
“Where is she?” I ask when he doesn’t answer.
“Putting Emma down for a nap.” He sips. “Don’t fight it, Bastian.”
I look at him.
“She’s ours. And she wants to be ours. You saw her face. Saw how—”
“She’s a Russo.”
“Get over it.”
“What the fuck does that even mean? How do you get over it? You know what her brother did to Hannah. What her father did to us.”
“That was her brother. Her father. Not her.”
“Do you hear yourself? She’s got your head all turned around.” I swallow my drink and get to my feet. “Exactly what I knew would happen.”
“Bastian—”
“I thought fucking her would relieve you of whatever it is that’s going on in your head, but it’s done the opposite. You’re forming a fucking bond with the enemy, brother. How do you not see it?”
“Is that what you’re afraid of?”
I step right up to him. “I won’t lose sight of our goal, even if you will.”